The Trinity of Harry Potter

Fleur no longer concealed her identity, took out her wand, transformed the bed, and tied Cromwell tightly in the center.

"Mr. Butler, as long as tonight is passed safely, all this will be over."

The housekeeper looked at the young master who was wrapped like a rice dumpling with distress, and shook his head helplessly.

"I will do whatever you say, just don't let the young master get hurt."

Under the command of Furong, the housekeeper began to prepare for the battle.

He dug out four hunting shotguns and several large boxes of ammunition, two of which contained deer shells and two of which contained single-point bullets.

When this ancient manor was built, shooting holes were reserved in the doors, windows and walls. Fleur used magic to reopen these shooting holes for the housekeeper to shoot.

"Miss Holmes, what about the vision?" The housekeeper held a gun in his hand and felt quite confident.

"Mr. Watson will help us solve it." Fleur said calmly.

At this time, Kano was still squatting near the cave. When he heard Furong's words, he immediately put his hand to his mouth and blew out a few bird calls.

Soon, an owl came upon hearing the sound. Kano put the owl on his arm, chatted for a few words, and finally fed it a few pieces of beef jerky before it agreed to work for him.

Under the command of Kano, the owl flew over the manor and hovered. Kano connected his vision with it, so that Fleur also had a broad overlooking vision.

As night fell, with a snapping sound, several spinning figures appeared in the forest.

"Is anyone separated?"

"My arms are still there this time! Haha."

A rough voice sounded in the forest, and Kano saw a dozen dirty tall men stroking their bodies.

"Okay, stop making trouble." The leading man was slightly shorter than the other werewolves, but he seemed to be very prestigious.

"I brought you out today, but the leader doesn't know." He cleared his throat, "Now I will explain to you what I will do today."

"Speak quickly, Asta, we all listen to you!" Someone shouted from below, and the man named Asta stretched out his hand and pressed it with satisfaction.

"Outside the forest, there is a child who was bitten by a werewolf more than ten years ago. His mother is a wizard, but he is a squib."

"He didn't receive any magical treatment after being bitten, but he didn't die or turn into a werewolf."

"After I learned of his existence, I revealed my traces and even transformed once in front of him."

"He should be awakened. Maybe he can turn into a werewolf tonight."

"What's the use of turning a squib into a werewolf?" a werewolf asked below.

"If Squibs can also turn into werewolves, we will have more cruel companions!" Asta replied loudly, "Squibs are worse than pigs and dogs in the magic world. If they turn into werewolves, they will have more hatred.

Go bite someone else!"

"Anyway, no one can use magic when turning into a werewolf. What's wrong with letting these squib-turned-werewolves serve as cannon fodder?"

The werewolves below were filled with admiration. As long as the werewolf race could grow, they would welcome it with their hands raised.

Kano's hands and feet felt cold after hearing this. In the eyes of the wizards, Squibs were like disabled people. Squibs who chose to stay in the magical world suffered a lot of cold eyes and discrimination, and were very likely to be starved of food and clothing.

If the Squibs could turn into werewolves, then the resentment they had accumulated for many years would be vented in an extreme way.

I don’t know how many people will be bitten by then and become new werewolves.

"Let's go, let's go meet our new companions!" Asta yelled.

"What if he can't turn into a werewolf?"

"Then eat him. A few so-called Muggles came here two days ago, and they taste good." Asta said with a wild smile, and the werewolves also burst into wild laughter.

"Cromwell will be left to you." Kano said in the spiritual connection.

"Okay, be careful yourself." Furong told the butler and asked the housekeeper to prepare for the battle.

When the full moon appeared, the werewolves turned into giant wolves more than three meters tall and ran down the mountain screaming.

But it didn't take long before they discovered something was wrong.

"Where's Asta?" A werewolf stopped and asked in a deep guttural voice.

"I didn't see him, and neither did the others." The other two werewolves also looked confused.

The heavily armed Kano walked out of the shadows of the forest, and the little unicorn summoned by magic pawed the ground in disgust and stood beside him.

"There's no need to look for it. Unless you kill me, you can't get out of this forest." Kano's voice came out muffled through his visor.

This forest was enchanted by Kano, and more than ten werewolves were divided into groups of three and trapped in it.

The three werewolves looked at each other and howled together as they rushed towards Kano.

Kano turned over and mounted the little unicorn, took off his bow and arrow and fired three arrows in succession.

Three magic armor-piercing arrows were nailed to the left eye of the fastest running werewolf in turn. He only had time to howl before the self-exploding arrows turned his brain into a ball of paste.

Seeing this, the remaining two werewolves immediately separated and attacked Kano. Kano picked up his lance and fired his bow left and right, while the little unicorn under him kept dodging with brisk steps.

The two werewolves who attacked together were quickly stabbed with seven or eight bloody holes, and dirty blood flowed all over the floor.

The werewolf on the left howled, opening his big mouth to bite Kano despite being injured. Kano raised his lance at an angle and directly inserted it into his mouth from bottom to top, and the tip of the gun directly penetrated his skull.

The other werewolf did not seize the opportunity, but cowered and tried to escape.

Kano directly swung a silver magic blade with his oak sword, cutting it in half.

All the companions around Asta suddenly disappeared. He stood vigilantly under the moonlight and observed his surroundings, but did not see the enemy appear.

He wanted to escape, but couldn't. He waited where he was, but could only hear the sound of chopping and dying cries.

Asta, who prided himself on being wise, felt a chill coming over his heart. The moonlight could not bring him a comfortable feeling, but instead made him feel colder and colder.

"Who is it? Come out and fight me head-on!" He roared, looking for his opponent. Unexpectedly, a knight actually came out.

When he walked into the moonlight, the werewolf Asta couldn't help but gasp in fear.

Although he was riding a unicorn that represented purity, his body was covered in sticky blood, and behind his visor were a pair of cold eyes.

"Being a werewolf is not a sin, Asta. But when you eat people, do you ever think that they are the same as you?"

"Haha, when the wizards rejected us, no one said we were the same." Asta grinned ferociously, "As for cannibalism, we are all eating it! What's wrong?"

"So you are all going to die, and now you are the only one left." The knight drew his sword, "It is really hopeless."

In the distance, a wolf howled suddenly.