This Hogwarts is not normal

Although the performance of Rogue Rabbit has lagged behind, it is still the second-ranked broomstick.

It did not fall due to the weight of the werewolf leader, but instead climbed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

As soon as Vincent and Hermione pointed their wands at him, the defeated werewolf leader started to twist wildly.

Several spells failed, and Vincent quickly stabilized the violently shaking rogue rabbit.

Hermione subconsciously hugged him and chanted one spell after another.

"Ouch!" The werewolf leader opened his left paw.

It seems that his fracture has healed.

"Boom--" The slapping claw was blocked by Hermione's Iron Armor Curse.

The werewolf leader did not give up easily, and slapped him harder and harder every time.

Vincent glanced sideways, grabbed the broom handle and lifted it up, narrowly avoiding the tall tree trunk in front of him.

Feeling the violent shaking, he quickly adjusted his angle and walked sideways through a series of tree trunks.

The werewolf leader's right paw is still holding the broom tail tightly, and when he gets an opportunity, he will slap his left paw fiercely, making the iron armor curse smaller with each blow.

The rogue rabbit had climbed to the top of the tree, but he continued to attack as if he was not afraid of falling.

Even wild beasts know fear. The werewolf leader who has completely lost his mind has only one thing left in his mind, and that is to tear the two little wizards in front of him into pieces with his own hands.

As if with infinite power, his left claw smacked down again, and the dim magic barrier was finally torn open.

"Ouch!" He roared angrily and thrust out his sharp claws.

Even a robe woven with mithril may not be able to withstand this fatal danger.

Hermione closed her eyes in despair.

I can't see anything, I can't hear anything, it's like I've been cut off from the outside world.

The expected pain did not come, but was as quiet as death.

"Don't let go!"

Hermione suddenly opened her eyes and saw a hand grabbing her.

Looking upward, he saw Vincent's extremely anxious face.

At the critical moment just now, he was the one who grabbed Hermione's arm and pulled her into the air.

"Ouch!"

Hermione grabbed Vincent's arm tightly.

Now she was lifted up and hung under the rogue rabbit, and she turned her face slightly to face the werewolf leader.

The claws symbolizing death come again.

Vincent lowered his body and pressed against the broom handle.

The sharp claws slashed at Hermione's head, cutting off a few strands of long brown hair.

The werewolf leader opened his big mouth and howled at the little witch in front of him.

I escaped from his claws twice, both because of the little wizard who controlled the broomstick.

"Careful!" Hermione exclaimed.

Vincent didn't have time to think too much, and immediately controlled the rogue rabbit to make a cartwheel evasive action.

The violent shaking made him almost let go of Hermione's hand, and the werewolf leader's third fatal attack failed.

We must find a way, we must find a way to change the status quo.

Hermione stared blankly at her empty right hand.

She lost her wand and couldn't do anything.

Unlike the werewolf leader who seemed to have unlimited power, Vincent was just a little wizard who was a little stronger than his peers no matter how talented he was.

His left hand wanted to catch himself, and his right hand wanted to control the violently shaking rogue rabbit.

If he continues, he will collapse sooner or later.

Two people will die, but one person?

But making this decision requires more than just courage.

As soon as Hermione loosened a finger, Vincent tightened his grip on her.

"Don't do anything stupid, we will survive."

It's strange, even though his voice is not loud, you can still hear what he said clearly.

There was another violent shaking, and the werewolf leader, who was about to slide onto the broomstick branch, adjusted his posture.

"Crack--" He pinched the broom tail into an ever-expanding crack.

The rogue rabbit lost control for a moment.

Vincent grabbed Hermione's left hand and slid it from her arm to her wrist, and then from her wrist to her palm.

He looked back at the werewolf leader who was clinging to the broom-tail branch.

Maybe if you shake it again, the opponent will fall down together with the broken branches.

But if you are unlucky and damage the internal power unit...

"Ouch!"

The situation did not allow Vincent to think too much, and he used all his strength to lift Hermione up.

"Hold me tight! Don't let go!"

Hermione sat sideways on the broom handle he gave up, hugged his neck with her little hands, and pressed her face against his chest.

She already guessed what would happen next.

My eyes looked at the spinning scene, and my ears listened to the strong heartbeat.

"Crack, click, click -" The branch where the rogue rabbit was caught was overwhelmed by the rolling force, and the end of the broom tail broke together.

With a roar full of anger and unwillingness, the werewolf leader fell from the air and fell into the lush branches and leaves of a big tree.

Vincent in the sky concentrated on trying to stabilize the trembling rogue rabbit.

He was in no mood to care about the other party's life and death, and the only thought in his mind was that he must land safely.

The broken broom tail together with it made the entire broom lose its balance, and it could not maintain stability no matter how hard it tried.

With a "pop", the power unit exposed at the tail exploded.

After losing its source of power, the rogue rabbit is no different from a stick.

Its center of gravity tilted, and it streaked across the night sky like a meteor, falling towards the trees below.

Vincent simply let go of his right hand holding the broom handle, quickly made the gesture of a slowing spell and shouted the spell.

The falling speed was greatly reduced. He turned sideways, holding the suitcase in front of him like a shield, and protected Hermione's head with his other hand.

No matter what shape Mithril is shaped into, its interior is always in a flowing liquid state and has certain buffering properties.

Before falling into the lush treetops, Hermione in Vincent's arms raised her head and looked closely into his blue eyes.

She didn't see any fear or confusion about death, but instead clearly saw calmness and determination.

This seems to be a kind of power, a kind of power that can warm others, infect others, and pass on to others.

"Crack, click, click -" The mithril suitcase broke countless branches and leaves.

But after all, its area is limited and it cannot completely protect two people.

Vincent gritted his teeth. In just a blink of an eye, his clothes were already in tatters.

Hermione, who was wearing mithril robes, was okay, but she could still feel the sting of being repeatedly whipped with a whip.

Through the dense branches and leaves, the two of them hugged each other tightly subconsciously.

Either survive or be smashed to pieces.

When death came again, Hermione was surprised to find that she no longer felt the same despair as before.

Looking into those still calm and firm blue eyes, she stretched out her arms around Vincent's little hand and looked face to face with him.

In Vincent's confused eyes, Hermione gently held him in her arms.

She is a girl, but she is not weak and does not need to be protected all the time.

Although her arms are a little smaller, she can still protect others.

With a loud "thud", the mithril suitcase used as a shield hit the ground heavily, kicking up large swaths of dust.

The inertia of the fall caused the severely deformed creature to continue forward with the two of them, carving out a not-so-short deep mark on the ground.

When the smoke cleared, Hermione and Vincent in her arms were motionless, as quiet as if they were asleep.

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