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For thousands of years, vampires have sunk in constant battles.

There are paladins full of justice, and there are archbishops who love the world, but the relationship between the wizards is relatively friendly.

But no matter what kind of person, Tfrey has never seen this kind of person who runs away without saying a word in more than 300 years, and one second he is still righteously saying that he wants to have a duel with you of the century, and he will not die, and the next second, this person lacks the aftermath of the explosion of the spell attack and quickly escapes.

This gave Tefrey an illusion that bordered on a trance.

Who am I, where am I, and what do I want to do?

This made the old vampire a little angry, and even the dragon blood he drank yesterday became restless in his body.

"Kill him for me!"

Far away, it was the most angry sentence Van Lin heard from Tefrey.

Van Lin had already thought about retreating and fighting with a dozen vampires, and it was in this dark environment, even if it wasn't a problem with his brain.

The magic power of the Philosopher's Stone is constantly supplied to the consumption of Van Lin's magical power.

If he wanted to fly, Van Lin couldn't manifest his body anytime and anywhere like Voldemort.

For a moment, the originally dark night sky brightened slightly, and the demonic body exuded a silver-white brilliance and galloped eastward, and then, following the silver-white streamer, fourteen blood-red figures turned into afterimages in the air.

In the end, Tfrey still split up the three of them to deal with Hermione, but that was the best outcome for Van Lin.

Back in the Burrow, where there will naturally be some resistance, it is not difficult to leave a few vampires behind, as for the moment, it is obviously more suitable to find their old rivals.

Manifesting the arm, without pause, one spell after another hindered the vampire's approach.

This is indeed a very difficult thing, even with the support of the Philosopher's Stone, in the case of shielding the pain, it still makes Fan Lin feel a burst of emptiness.

A large number of magic collisions were like a dazzling fireworks show in the sky, but a pair of fourteen, even if Fan Lin couldn't avoid how to hit the spirit, some magic spells still broke through his defenses.

"It's really bad!" Van Lin's body froze, and then his entire body manifested, leaving a blackened burn on his shoulder, which seemed to be spreading continuously.

Helpless, the left hand stroked, with the ice to block the injury, vampires' magic is always bad, fortunately, Fan Lin's physique is different from ordinary people, and has a certain ability to control blood, otherwise after taking such a few blows, it is inevitable to break an arm like that Yeqi.

A one-armed wizard?

Van Lin didn't have the same level of calm mind as Professor Moody.

Packing up his mood and looking at the vampire approaching at great speed, inexplicably, the corners of Van Lin's mouth hooked up a smile.

"I hope you'll keep up with it. Van Lin muttered to himself, accompanied by the sound of the air crackling, Van Lin's figure became distorted in space, as if a black hole had been formed in the abdomen, and before he could see clearly, Van Lin's whole person disappeared in front of Tefrey.

"Mouse!"

"Lock him in for me!" Trevley said, chasing the waves of magic left behind by the Phantom Shifter of Van Lin.

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"The wizarding world doesn't seem to be very stable!"

After drinking a little rum, Hopkin Owen suddenly felt better, it was the most enjoyable time of the day, life in the Knights was always hard, you had to maintain a strong physique, otherwise he would not be able to handle this set of silver-white armor on his body.

This is part of the strength, and besides, he has to watch out for those experienced juniors.

Knight Commander of the Holy See, this is definitely a profession that sounds very powerful.

So, for Owen, returning to the tower to pour a glass of rum at the end of his daily patrol was what he enjoyed the most.

"Yes, I heard that the wizard made a comeback more than ten years ago. One of the knights said, unslashing his sword, and the silver-white armor clanged against the sword.

"Hey, be careful, Taylor!" exclaimed Owen, "if your sword is scratching my armor, I think I'm probably going to have to leave something on your face." ”

"It can fix itself anyway, doesn't it, man, take it easy. The man, Taylor, said, casually slamming his sword against the wall, turning and walking towards the wine cabinet.

"Hey, hey, put my rum down......" Owen shouted with a waving arm, and was about to pounce when a hurried knight burst in.

"What's the matter?" Owen frowned, "Who's your leader?"

"I ...... Sorry, Owen Knight......" The knight's voice seemed a little childish, "I'm the ...... of the Wallison Knight"

"Very well, go back and order the punishment yourself!" said Taylor, who said indifferently, unloading his armor to himself, "Twice the knightly code, and get your frizzy personality under control." ”

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"So, you're hinting at me?" Owen wanted to say out loud, and Owen still knew his partner very well.

Insinuations, this kind of thing is simply easy to do......

"So, what's the matter, Cadet Knight......" Owen said in earnest, sweeping away his previous relaxation and dissatisfaction, and instead looked at him with a serious face.

"Back to Knight Owen, it's the Pope!" The knight said, "Your Excellency has told you to come and find him, with your armor and sword. ”

"Armor and swords?" Owen muttered, "Got it, you can leave, knight." ”

"What is the Pope looking for you to do, is there anything interesting for you to do? Think about it, how long has it been since you received such an order, ten years, or twenty years?"

"This may have something to do with the commotion in the wizarding world, and as far as I know, a bunch of rats hiding in the dark are not very peaceful. ”

"It's not very peaceful, what's the matter, that person has gathered the power of the dark world?"

"Oh, perhaps, wasn't that the case back then, werewolves, dementors, giants, and undead...... "Owen said quickly, "but someone solved it at the time, and it was the wizard who fought against Grindelwald." ”

"Dumbledore, an internationally renowned figure, but as far as I know, he didn't survive, was disarmed by one of his students, and then betrayed by his Hogwarts men, a pathetic figure......"

"If he's pathetic...... Forget it......" Owen shook his head, "We need to be respectful of the strong, man, and wizards are clearly more worth fighting for than those heretics." ”

"Oh, it doesn't make a difference to me, Owen. Taylor gulped down the rum from his glass, "Whether it's a wizard or something, that includes us, too." ”

"So, that's why you can only be my deputy, Taylor. Owen shook his head, "We need this power, faith makes us pure. ”

"It's quite pure, if you shave your head, maybe you will be even better, think about the former presiding judge. Taylor said lazily, whipping his armor off the bed.

"Can't you just treat it well!" Owen was a little helpless, and with a slight hook of his fingers, the armor that fell to the ground automatically flew to the top of the hanger.

"Just help you practice magic!"

"So this thing has to be smashed on the ground every day?"

"As long as it works, I don't have that many requirements, besides, I might feel better without this thing, and a bunch of revenant advice doesn't sound so good. ”

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