Hogwarts Homecoming

The sudden thud that reached her ears made Jasuna freeze up.

If she were an experienced Muggle hunter, perhaps she would be able to recognize it immediately as the sound of a shotgun.

But as a wizard, Jasuna was not so keen until a strong smell of gunpowder flooded her nostrils.

The shotgun that was always hung on the wall of that pine cabin and had never been used by Old Enma flashed before her eyes.

Something happened!

Jasuna's heart trembled. She quickly pulled out the crutches from the car and jumped out of the car.

The environment outside the carriage made her slightly shocked.

She and the sled that saved her life were found in a snow pit about ten feet deep.

At some point, Old Enma had turned the carriage around and dug a slope for the sled to get out of the pit.

Old Enma and the sled dogs were not in the pit, but on the edge of the pit.

"Get back in the car."

Old Enma, who was standing at the top of the snow slope, did not look back at Jasuna. He held the shotgun and looked around indifferently, while the sled dogs clasped their limbs on the ground and crouched slightly, exposing their canine teeth.

"What are we surrounded by?"

After taking a few breaths, Jasuna easily judged the general situation.

Bang!

The sound of gunfire echoed in the quiet coniferous pine forest after heavy snowfall, and the sound waves pushed down the snow accumulated on nearby pine branches.

Woo, woo!

The painful wails did not move Old Enma, and he quickly reloaded the weapon.

Jasuna gritted her teeth and limped up the snow slope with a cane.

Wolves!

This result was expected, but the number of wolves was unexpected.

There are almost forty of them!

This is already a very large wolf pack.

The gray-haired wolfdogs stared at them eagerly, their ice-blue eyes filled with primitive desire!

In front of Old Enma, two wolves had already fallen in the gorgeous flowers of blood, but this did not scare the wolves.

The wild wolves scattered around the snow pit whimpered lowly one by one, slowly circling the snow pit, looking for opportunities!

The cold wind was still as sharp as a knife, hitting Jasuna's cheeks and causing her skin to ache.

But she had no time to pay attention to these issues. She stared at an old wolf fifty feet away with evil eyes.

call out!

The invisible blade cut through the air and made a sharp whistle. This strange sound made the old wolf she was targeting subconsciously crouch back. This subconscious reaction prevented it from dying on the spot.

The sharp blade rolled across its back, bringing out a series of blood flowers.

The old wolf immediately fell to the ground, struggling with his limbs and whimpering in pain.

Although he didn't die immediately, the outcome was already determined.

This scene beyond comprehension obviously shocked the pack of wolves. The wild wolves that were circling around retreated back more than ten feet with a tacit understanding and stared at Jasuna in fear.

However, they have no intention of giving up.

"Damn--"

Jasuna gritted her teeth, feeling resentful in her heart.

At such a long distance, the accuracy of her cutting spell cannot be guaranteed. Moreover, the long distance also gives these beasts who are extremely sensitive to danger a buffer space to dodge.

If her legs were not injured and she still had a wand in her hand, let alone the wolves in front of her, even if their number doubled, they would not be enough to pose a threat to her.

But there is no if.

The current situation is that these ordinary predators have indeed threatened her and old Enma's lifespan!

Looking at the wolves that had no intention of retreating, a sense of absurdity filled Jasuna's heart.

When she was in her prime, it was not difficult for her to kill several werewolves, but after losing most of her magical means, to these ordinary wolves, she was the same as Enma holding an old shotgun, and they were both huntable targets. .

"Is there any good way, Enma?"

Reluctance and guilt were useless. Jasuna suppressed these emotions in her heart and tilted her head slightly to ask. "Wolves are very patient."

Old Enma said in a low voice.

Jasuna nodded, indicating that she understood.

She understood what Old Enma meant. Don't expect to scare away the wolves, or to confront them until the wolves lose their patience.

Looking around with his peripheral vision, many wild wolves scattered around were squatting and sitting on the snow, as if they were planning to spend a long time with them.

However, he is an animal after all and his wisdom is limited.

Although the wolves blocked the enemy in all directions, it was precisely because the wolves were too scattered that with the help of his wandless cutting spell and Old Enma's shotgun, it was not a problem to break out from any direction.

"Then us"

Jasuna thought for a moment,

"Pull the sled up first?"

Old Enma let out a short, clear whistle, and the sled dogs who were on guard behind them got the order, and rushed from the snow slope into the snow pit, each finding their way to the reins.

"Go unload the car--"

Old Enma said again.

Jasuna's lips moved slightly, and after a few breaths of silence, she nodded.

"Be careful, Enma--"

Jasuna said, and then stepped back into the snow pit step by step.

Without the deterrent of her and the sled dogs, the wolves began to advance again.

These hunting beasts are very cunning, and they will not ignore the threat of Old Enma.

After approaching a certain distance, they stopped again and lingered in the same place. They seemed to be talking about something else, but in fact, their attention was on the old Enma's hunting rifle. Once they found an opportunity, they would rush up without hesitation and tear the old Enma to pieces.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh~

The biting cold wind blew non-stop, stirring up snow tornadoes in the dense forest.

Bang!

A crisp bang sounded again in the gray-white conifer forest. In the snow pit, Jiasina, who was desperately unloading firewood and food from the car with the sled dogs, was startled.

She thought it was the old Enma who fired the gun, but when she looked back, the dark hunting rifle in Enma's hand was still silent, and there was no smoke rising.

"What's the matter, Enma, did you fire the gun?"

Jiasina asked in surprise.

Old Enma did not answer immediately. His eyes passed over the wolves. The wolves seemed to sense some danger. They stopped staring at him and turned their heads to look at the deeper forest hidden in the darkness.

"It's okay--"

The white film in Old Enma's turbid pupils disappeared a lot, revealing the silvery white in the pupils, reflecting the figure that the wolves could not find. After a long time, he said,

"Hurry up, there is no time."

He just appeared from nothingness, and the coldness coming from all directions immediately made Amosta shiver slightly.

Dozens of wild eyes shot from the front made his eyebrows move slightly, and then his figure disappeared in the white waves.

A wizard prisoner dressed as a Muggle holding a shotgun.

A wanted wizard criminal.

A sled and eight sled dogs.

A group of wolves around.

After a long silence, Amosta turned his head and looked in one direction. In the distance, beyond the sight, there was a lot of Muggle breath.

Is that so?

Amosta retracted his thoughtful gaze and stared at the Muggles holding guns and confronting the wolves.

It seems that it was not his invitation letter that played a role, but the back-up plan he left earlier that played a role at the critical moment.

Amosta read some information from the silver light that flashed in his eyes.

After a little thought, Amosta smiled slightly, then nodded, restrained his breath and read on quietly. (End of this chapter)