"Roar—"

The moment the power of Old Lady Longbottom's crushing spell was released at zero distance, a roar like a landslide suddenly suppressed all the sounds of that moment as a dazzling light burst out from nowhere.

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

This bite was so deep and powerful that most of the neck strap and chest were included in the mouth at once.

For a moment, the silver-white brilliance suddenly mixed into a swirling black mist, and continued to scatter and fly away with the bite of the huge mouth.

The monster that had just been blown up at close range by the powerful Crushing Charm was now bitten by this big mouth that came out of nowhere, and it was obvious that it could no longer strangle the old lady's throat.

I saw that it hurriedly let go of the old lady's neck, and a pair of gray-black strong arms immediately retracted and broke the mouth that was gnawing at itself, trying to get out of this absolutely unfavorable situation as soon as possible.

In order to escape, it even forcibly turned its head and spat out gray-black flames, trying to use the special talent magic given to it by its master to inflict damage on the other party.

However, it soon found that all the struggles it had made seemed pointless.

As if seeing that the monster had let go of Old Lady Longbottom, the owner of the huge mouth suddenly shook his head and threw the monster far across the street.

"Roar—"

Another very menacing roar immediately resounded through this slightly bleak street.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem......"

Suddenly, a series of feeble coughs rang out, and it was Augusta, who had fallen to the ground, coughing and wheezing.

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

Just now she thought that she was going to die, so she didn't do anything, and chose to cast her most extreme crushing spell at such a close distance.

There was no doubt that it was a suicidal attack, and even though the enemy might not die, there was a high chance that she herself would be robbed of her little life by her own Shattering Charm.

Yes, even if there may be a breath at the end, it will be an end that will die sooner or later.

Although the old lady still felt a little regretful about "finally letting her grandson Neville become a person", she would not regret the decision she made.

It's just that she never expected that in the end, this established result would turn around.

"Ahem, vomit—"

Augusta turned her face sideways, and she immediately spat out a mouthful of dark red blood from the blow to her heart. However, she didn't care about her injuries at all, because her eyes fell on the patronus standing not far from her.

The semicircular ears, the majestic eyes, the strong limbs...... And the heavy mane that has no wind around the neck, all the features are so obvious at a glance.

There's no mistake, it's a lion patronus!

The old lady drooped her eyelids and looked at the silver-white lion weakly, and her eyes showed a look that was diametrically opposite to her current state.

She was expecting—expecting the figure standing behind the lion!

I don't know if the lion patronus heard her heart, and suddenly took a step, and walked slowly down the street step by step.

Immediately afterward, a tall boy with one hand on his knee and his other hand holding a wand covering his head finally appeared in the old lady's sight.

"Bang!"

Not far away, the silver-white male lion swung its claws and slammed a monster to the ground.

But Neville didn't look over there.

But he shook his head, which was still a little dizzy, and then hurried to Augusta's side, and lifted her upper body with an anxious expression.

"Grandma, are you alright...... Grandmother! ”

"You...... You think I'm like ...... Do you look like you're okay? Stupid boy......"

Even when it was extremely difficult to breathe, the old lady Longbottom was still very choked when she spoke, and she choked on a single sentence, and Neville did not know how to take it.

"Uh, grandma, you're going to be fine! I'm just-"

"Don't bother......" Augusta pouted laboriously as he leaned into Neville's arm, "Of course I know my own body...... But it's nothing, even if I don't get hurt, I guess I don't have a few years to live, and I won't lose much if I die like this. ”

As she struggled to speak, her face became more and more withered, and her breathing became weaker and weaker. It seems that, as she herself said, the time left for her by death is really running out.

"Besides...... Ahem...... "The old lady couldn't help coughing a few more times before she continued, "I can see you summon this lion patronus...... I'm already feeling satisfied. ”

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

For Neville, this is undoubtedly a word that is worth crying about.

It's just that at this time, Neville was indeed looking at his grandmother for a moment, looking at the face that was slightly fat, but had already lost its blood......

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

"Grandma!"

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

"When are you still talking about this! Where do you think this is? This is the gate of St. Mungo—"

……

The next second Neville rushed into the window pane with his grandmother in his arms, another familiar figure stepped out of it.

It can be seen that he is also carrying a broomstick in his hand.

"Oh!"

As soon as he came out, little Victor was startled by the scene on the street outside.

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

Most of them were surrounding a silver-white male lion, constantly attacking him, only to be slapped or bitten by him again and again.

This scene is so lively!

Just when little Victor was stunned, the majestic male lion suddenly turned into a cloud of light and mist, and disappeared into the encirclement of those monsters out of thin air.

"Huh? What's wrong...... Where did that strange magical lion go? ”

He was originally a chatterbox, and talking to himself has long been commonplace. But in the present situation, it is obvious that it is a 10% act of death.

Thankfully, he realized at least just in time how stupid he really was, and stepped on the broomstick before the monsters looked at him.

"Get up!"

Little Victor kicked his feet on the ground, and instantly took off according to the experience he had gained through his own attempts, and rose straight into the air.

"Rush—" Then he leaned forward, picked a random direction and flew straight away, "Ah, oops, I subconsciously shouted again!" ”

At this moment, he didn't have to look back to know that those monsters must have all saluted him. And it won't be long before there will be a large number of "followers" behind him.

"I'm not the prime minister's condolence, I don't need so many supporters!"

“…… Oops, why am I shouting it out again! ”

He kept repeating the inexplicable cycle of complaining, frustration, and complaining again, and quickly crossed a straight line in the air, rushing all the way to the northwest.

Speaking of which, this broom is a new broom that Frena bought a year before she graduated, and the model is the "Comet 290" from Comet Trading Company.

In terms of speed, it wasn't a little bit worse than Harry's Firebolt, but it was a good value for money.

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

The speed of 60 miles per hour actually felt very fast, and if it was put on a normal day, it would be difficult for him to dream that he could actually fly.

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

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

It was only a slight turn of his head that little Victor was startled by the increasingly gathering figure of the black cloak behind him, so much so that he hurriedly returned his gaze to the front of him.

What's going on in the back, he can't care so much, in short, just fly forward at full speed!

"Boom!"

I don't know how many minutes I've been flying—it must have been not long before little Victor, who was rushing with his head down, heard a loud bang in the distance.

He hurriedly raised his head, squinted against the strong wind blowing in front of him, and found that in the distance to his left, there was a pillar of blue-white light slanting into the sky.

And where the pillar of light emanated, it seemed to be a somewhat densely packed block.

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

He still knows a lot about the city of London, and knows that that the place is the slum of the past.

But just as he was wondering who was making such a big fuss! Suddenly, a thought crossed his mind.

"Ahh Little Victor opened his mouth, "Damn, I'm in the wrong direction, 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 drunken father was still there. After confirming his father's condition, he will go home and find a way to pick up his wife and children together.

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

"Oh," he shook his head suddenly, "no, that's the right direction—you can't lure these monsters to your doorstep with you, can you?" ”

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

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