Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

"Roar--"

When the power of the Old Lady Longbottom’s Smashing Curse was released from zero distance, with the dazzling brilliance suddenly exploded from nowhere, a roar like a mountain collapsed and the ground suddenly suppressed that moment. All the sounds.

And immediately behind, a huge silver-white mouth full of sharp teeth emerged from behind the monster and bit down hard at the monster's shoulder and neck.

The bite was very deep, and the strength was so amazing, even the neck strap and chest were mostly taken into the mouth.

For a while, the silver-white brilliance was suddenly mixed into the black mist, and it continued to fly around with the bite of that huge mouth.

The monster that had just been blown up at close range by the powerful smashing curse was bitten tightly by this big mouth that came out of nowhere, and obviously could no longer hold the old lady's throat any longer.

It hurriedly loosened the old lady's neck, and a pair of gray-black strong arms immediately retracted and grabbed the mouth that was gnawing at him, trying to get rid of this absolutely unfavorable situation as soon as possible.

In order to get away, it even turned its head forcibly to spit out gray-black flames, trying to use the special talent magic given to it by the master to inflict damage on the opponent.

However, it soon found that all its struggles seemed meaningless.

It seemed that because seeing that the monster had let go of the old lady Longbottom, the owner of the huge mouth suddenly shook his head and flew the monster far across the street.

"Roar--"

There was another deterrent roar that immediately resounded through this slightly bleak street.

"Cough cough cough..."

Suddenly, a string of weak coughing sounds followed, and it was Augusta who fell on the ground coughing and gasping.

To be honest, the old lady is in a bad state now.

Just now, she thought she was dead, so she didn't stop doing it, and chose to cast her most extreme smashing spell at such a close distance.

There is no doubt that this is a suicide attack, even if the enemy may not die, but she herself is very likely to be killed by her own smashing curse.

Yes, even if there may be a breath in the end, it is a ending that will die sooner or later.

Although the old lady feels a little regretful about the incident of "finally letting grandson Neville become a person", she will not regret the decision she made.

It's just that she never expected that, at the end of the end, there would be a turnaround for this established result.

"Cough, vomit—"

Augusta turned her face sideways, and she immediately spit out a mouthful of dark red blood, which was hurt by the bombing.But she didn't care about her injury at all, because all her eyes fell on the patron saint who was standing not far away.

The semi-circular ears, the majestic eyes, the sturdy and powerful limbs... and the thick mane with no wind between the neck, all the characteristics are so clear.

There can be nothing wrong, this is a lion patron saint!

The old lady drooped her eyelids and looked at the silver-white lion feebly, her eyes showing a look completely opposite to her current state.

She was looking forward to-- looking forward to the appearance of the figure standing behind the lion!

I don't know if the patron saint of the lion heard her heart, and suddenly took a step forward, slowly walking towards the street step by step.

Immediately afterwards, a tall young man with one hand on his knees and a wand holding his head with the other hand, finally appeared in the eyes of the old lady.

"boom!"

Not far away, the silver-white lion suddenly waved its claws and slapped a monster to the ground.

But Neville did not look there.

He shook his still dizzy head vigorously, and then hurried to Augusta's side, raising her upper body with an anxious look.

"Grandma, are you okay... Grandma!"

"You... do you think I'm... okay? Stupid boy..."

Even when it’s a time when it’s hard to breathe,

"Uh, grandma, you'll be fine! I'll be--"

"Don't bother..." Augusta leaned against Neville's arms and curled his lips laboriously. "Of course I know my own body very well... But it's nothing. Even if it's not injured, I guess I am. It's been a few years since I've been alive, and I won't lose much if I die like this."

While she was talking hard, her face became more and more haggard, and her breathing became weaker and weaker.It seemed that, as she herself said, the time that Death left her was really running out.

"Furthermore...cough cough..." The old lady couldn't help coughing again, and then continued, "I can see you summon the patron saint of the lion...I am already very satisfied."

Although this is really a compliment that cannot be called "straightforward", it is still the first time in more than ten years that she has raised her grandson to such a big age.

For Neville, this is undoubtedly a word worthy of tears.

It's just that, although Neville is indeed looking at his grandmother for an instant, looking at the slightly blessed face, but has already lost blood...

But Neville's eyes didn't seem to even mean red.

"grandmother!"

He couldn't help it anymore, and suddenly picked her up, turned and ran back.While running, he said loudly:

"When are you still talking about this! Where do you think this is? This is the gate of Saint Mungo--"

...

The second after Neville hugged his grandma and rushed into the window glass, another familiar figure followed and walked out of it.

It can be seen that he is still carrying a flying broom in his hand.

"Oh!"

As soon as he came out, little Victor was taken aback by the sight of the street outside.

As he could see, the streets were not only full of raging gray-black flames, but also many terrifying monsters in black cloaks gathered nearby.

Most of them are surrounding a silver-white lion, attacking it non-stop, but being beaten or bitten again and again by it.

This scene is so lively!

Just when the little Victor was stunned, the majestic lion suddenly turned into a mist and disappeared out of thin air in the circle of monsters.

"Huh? What's the matter...Where did that strange magic lion go?"

He was originally a silly talker, and talking to himself has long been commonplace.But in this situation right now, it is obvious that it is a ten percent act of death.

Fortunately, at least he realized how stupid he was very timely, and then stepped onto the broomstick before the monsters looked at him.

"stand up!"

Little Victor slammed his feet on the ground, and took off instantly according to the experience gained through his own attempts, and went straight to the sky.

"Charge--" Then he leaned forward, picked a direction and flew straight away, "Ah, oh, I yelled subconsciously again!"

At this moment, he didn't need to look back to know that all those monsters had already paid attention to him.And before long, there will be a large number of "followers" behind him.

"I'm not the Prime Minister to travel condolences, I don't need so many supporters!"

"...Oh, why did I call it out again!"

He kept repeating the inexplicable cycle of spitting, annoying, and spitting, dashing a straight line in the air and rushing all the way to the northwest.

Speaking of it, this broom is still a new broom bought by Freina one year before graduation. The model is "Comet 290" from Comet Trading Company.

In terms of flight speed, it is not a bit worse than Harry's Firebolt, but it is better than its cost-effective.

However, what the little Victor needs at this moment is not cost-effectiveness, but real speed!

At 60 miles per hour, he actually feels very fast. If it is on weekdays, it would be difficult for him to dream that he can really fly.

But now, when a group of monsters are chasing after him, he only hates that he can't be faster!

"Damn, you don't have wings! What are you doing so fast—"

Just turning his head back a little, little Victor was startled by the black cloak figure that gathered more and more behind him, so that he quickly turned his gaze back directly in front of him.

What's going on behind, he can't control that much anymore, just fly forward at full speed!

"boom!"

I didn't know that I had been flying for a few minutes-it must not have been long before anyway, little Victor, who was immersed in a dash, heard a loud noise coming from a distance.

He hurriedly raised his head, squinted his eyes against the oncoming strong wind, and found that there was a blue-white beam of light slanting into the sky on his left.

And the place where the beam of light shot out seemed to be a densely arranged block.

"There... is that old neighborhood that is about to be demolished?"

He still knows the city of London very well, knowing that that place is the slum of the past.

But when he was wondering who was making such a big disturbance!Suddenly, a thought flashed through his mind.

"Ah!" Little Victor opened his mouth, "Damn it, I got it wrong, I should fly to the southeast..."

According to the original plan, he was going to go back to Greenwich Park first to see if his drunk father was still there.After confirming his father's situation, he will go home and find a way to pick up his wife and children.

It's a pity, not to mention that Greenwich Park is in the opposite direction of his flight, even his home is not here.

"Oh," but he shook his head suddenly, "No, this is the right direction-can't we bring these monsters to the door of the house?"

But in the next second, another blue beam suddenly appeared in his field of vision.

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