The three-headed dog of hell, Cerberus, was a guard in ancient Greek mythology who guarded the gates of the underworld.

If the three-headed giant dog in front of Neville is really the legendary Cerberus, then there is basically no play, because it is equivalent to encountering a Lv100 demigod-level boss in the novice village, and there is no way to fight at all. The only way may be to take advantage of the fact that the other party has not yet found out and has not entered the combat state, quickly run away and return to the city with the Hearthstone, otherwise he will wait for death.

After Neville's reminder, Harry and Ron found themselves facing the eyes of a monstrous dog that filled all the space from ceiling to floor, with three heads, three pairs of vicious eyes that were spinning and turning, three noses twitching and trembling in their direction, and three drooling mouths that hung from the yellowed dog's teeth like slimy ropes.

The three-headed dog stood motionless, all six eyes staring at them, putting so much pressure on Harry and Ron that they stopped breathing, covering their mouths to keep their fears from turning into sounds that disturbed the giant dog, which had so far been relatively quiet.

Harry's hand reached back, fumbling for the door, and he grabbed the doorknob, his palms drenched in sweat. If he were given a choice between Filch and the three-headed dog, he wouldn't even need to think about it to know what to choose, after all, one would represent punishment and the other might mean death.

Twisting the doorknob slightly, Harry tried to keep himself moving as slowly as he could, so as not to attract the attention of the three-headed dog. But the doorknob made a sharp "crunch" sound, the three-headed dog's ears jerked up, the three heads turned to Harry's side, and all six eyes bigger than a basketball were fixed on Harry.

"Smack. ”

Neville clapped his hands suddenly, and the three-headed dog looked at him with a separate head, only to see Neville take a few steps forward, and was already just over a foot away from the three-headed dog's head.

It was a very dangerous distance, and Neville looked no bigger than the three-headed dog's head, and the saliva dripping from the three-headed dog's mouth rubbed Neville's clothes and fell to the ground.

Holding out a hand, Neville waved at the doghead in front of him, as if to say hello.

"Hey, look here. ”

Neville yelled at the three-headed dog, and his other two heads finally turned to Neville's side, but they didn't stick to them, keeping them at a distance. Looking at Neville, the three-headed dog's eyes showed a hint of contempt very humanely.

He smiled apologetically at the three-headed dog, and he didn't see Neville make any moves, he just stomped on the ground, and the whole person flew straight up like a rocket. The outstretched hand was clenched into a fist, straight up, Neville twisted his waist, and the upward momentum matched his own spin, and as he turned sideways to the head of the three-headed dog, he slammed it into the chin.

I never thought of it!

The three-headed dog said that I was also a [beep] dog, and this kid actually dared to take the initiative to attack!

When Neville activated, the three-headed dog didn't react at all, the contempt in his eyes was still there, and Neville's fist had already made contact with his chin.

Then, the three-headed dog was all confused.

The huge head was lifted upwards by Neville's unreasonable strange force, and there was intimate contact with the ceiling, accompanied by a loud "bang", dust, debris, and debris fell from the sky, and the whole room was a miasma of smoke and chaos.

"Fuel guzzler?!"

Harry couldn't help but let out an exclamation, saying a name that Neville and Ron couldn't understand, 1987 CAPCOM's "Street Fighter", although Harry hadn't played it, but he still knew a few skills in it, Neville's punch was clearly the Ascending Dragon Fist!

If you don't decide to rise to a dragon, the world's martial arts will rise to the dragon!

Neville's head was obviously badly wounded, but the three-headed dog had the advantage of having two other heads, and the two heads were only stunned for a moment, and the pain from the head that had been beaten caused them to let out a deafening roar.

Harry and Ron covered their ears in pain, a roar that nearly deafened their ears. Neville didn't cover his ears, as if he hadn't heard at all, his eyes reflecting the three-headed dog's head staggering up against the ceiling.

A dog's head bit Neville, but Neville hadn't landed yet, and he was in the air, unable to dodge.

"Be careful!"

Harry couldn't do anything to help Neville except for a reminder, and if Neville couldn't handle the three-headed dog, he would just be a head. The top priority is to get out of here as soon as possible, I don't know how many people heard the roar of the three-headed dog before, and maybe someone is coming here now.

No longer having to worry about disturbing the three-headed dog, Harry grabbed the doorknob and twisted it a few times, finally opening the door, and he and Ron ran out first.

Facing the already berserk three-headed dog, Neville withdrew a hand and flung it to the side and back, a movement that seemed to Harry to pull the bolt of the gun, as if he had heard the sound of the trigger being pulled and the bullet flying out of the chamber.

Neville's movements didn't seem to be very fast, but in fact they were much faster than the three-headed dog's pounce, swinging his arms back to the limit, and after a slight pause, Neville's arms brought out an afterimage, just the right amount of hammer on the side face of the three-headed dog's head that had pounced in front of him.

For the first time, fear dominated the three-headed dog's eyes, and it knew that it was about to be hit again by this attack that violated common sense and subverted its view of dog life, and it would hurt. What it couldn't understand was that Neville's small body contained a strength comparable to that of a giant, if not greater.

When did the wizard take out his wand out of the ordinary, but instead rolled up his sleeves and rushed over like an outlaw to play hand-to-hand combat?

It's not magical!

"Click. ”

The three-headed dog's neck joints clicked because he wanted to twist his head to dodge the punch slightly, but he couldn't dodge it now because he pounced so hard, as if it had stuck its head over and gave Neville a punching target.

"Pong!"

The result was unreasonable, the unreasonable right hook smashed accurately on the three-headed dog's cheeks, its cheeks deformed and sunken inward, its head flung to the left, and a broken tooth and a large cloud of saliva spurted out of its mouth.

Neville landed lightly on the ground, not looking at the three-headed dog, and turned and slipped through the crack in the door.

Although there was still a head intact, and although Neville had his back to him when he left, the three-headed dog remained motionless and allowed Neville to retreat.

It was scared.

Closing the door again, Neville picked up the dead lock from the ground and put it back in, kneading the break with his hands as if he were kneading dough.

After doing this, Neville breathed a sigh of relief, and said to his two friends who were now mentally active and similar to the three-headed dog behind the door, "Let's go." ”

"Oh. ”