June 3 is the birthday of King George V, and it is customary to celebrate his birthday with a day off. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 However, it was a time of war, and the king asked the people not to celebrate his birthday, but to join in praying for the blessings of the frontline soldiers and praying for victory in the war. This year, there is one more item: I hope that the disease can stay away from the world, and I hope that the patients can be cured as soon as possible.

"A true king is able to drive away disease. Tolkien prayed with his wife, Edith, and then prepared a sumptuous dinner. Today is more or less a holiday, so they invited Godmother Valen and Logan to a family dinner. The war continues, but so does life.

Mrs. Valen went early, saying that she was going to help Edith prepare the food together. However, Logan thinks she is just ashamed to go with her. Although he thinks that there is nothing to hide about this kind of thing, he still respects her choice. In terms of personality, Wolverine can be very gentlemanly to women, but mostly violent to men first. Considering that he was the child of a landowner born on a slave estate in the nineteenth century, and that he was actually close to ninety years old, this behavior is not surprising.

At Madame Valen's request, he was to return later and bring a bottle of wine as a gift. So, Logan slept well during the day, and at dusk took a bottle from the unopened bottle of wine left by Zhao Mai, sorted out his clothes and set off.

Most of the people on the street were in a hurry, but a few people greeted Logan in a friendly way—still mostly women. It is said that a woman can recognize information through her sense of smell, and the aura that an immortal person can emit is very unique, which is one of the reasons why he attracts the opposite sex. However, the human sense of smell cannot be compared with that of dogs, and the sense of smell of dogs is much weaker than that of wolves.

Wolverine stopped in front of Tolkien's house, sniffed, and then turned to look across the street. Two lanes apart, a man in a taupe trench coat stood under a kerosene lamp on the side of the street, looking at the newspaper in his hand in the faint light. Rogan squinted his eyes and realized that the words and photos on the newspaper were moving.

He looked down at the wine in his hand, it was Latour 1913, a good wine before the outbreak of the war, and it could not be wasted. He placed the bottle on the ground, then moved his wrists and fingers and walked straight towards the man.

"Hey, what are you doing here, do you need help?!"

The man looked up, and it was a young white man with bright brown eyes. He smiled at Logan and put down the newspaper he was holding, but took out a wand from inside: "Pass out!"

A strong feeling of vertigo hit Logan, recalling the storm he encountered when he first crossed the Atlantic Ocean by boat. Wobbling and upside down, then shipwrecks and two months of drifting at sea. The Titanic was even more miserable that time, he filled the cabin with cold sea water for three days before finally cutting open the door and escaping. That's why Logan doesn't like anything off the ground, and hates the feeling of vertigo.

His eyes were black, and his body was already in the process of falling. However, his powerful self-healing ability quickly restored tense nerves and brains, so he was already holding on with his hands before his face hit the ground. He was never the one who couldn't fight back, and the way he lay on the ground didn't affect his agility in the slightest. He rushed forward with both hands and feet, and in two steps he crossed the entire street, like a wolf attacking.

"Bastard looking for death!" Logan threw himself into the air, his hands clenched into fists, his claws slamming out from between his fingers. He howled and rushed at the wizard in his trench coat.

The wizard was startled, and really jumped backwards. With a flick of his wand: "All petrified!" A green glow erupted between the two, and Logan was turned into a stone statue in the air, losing his balance all of a sudden, and crashing into a kerosene lamp on the side of the road with a clatter.

"How can a werewolf with claws survive and still be able to run to England?" the wizard straightened up, straightened his crumpled collar, shook his head, and said, "Sure enough, the Ministry of Magic is a bunch of useless fools and trash!"

He strode over the gargoyle, only to hear a rattling sound beneath his feet. A large number of cracks appeared on the surface of the statue, and then the shattered stone chips kept shaking off. Beneath a thumb-thick layer of stone skin was Logan's fleshy body. The petrification spell caused him to lose all of his skin and hair, but was blocked in the muscle layer. He is equivalent to being peeled off the skin as a whole, and the pain can be imagined!

The pain fueled his rage and fueled his fighting spirit even more. Logan blasts his stone statue open, his skin and claws rapidly recovering. Stared at by a faceless but blood-soaked berserker, the trench-clad wizard knew something was wrong.

It can be seen that this werewolf is not very resistant to magic, but such a powerful self-healing ability has never been seen before! The damage on the physical level can only stop him for a moment at most, but it cannot completely bring him down.

Logan, who had lost his skin, moved a little slowly, and if it weren't for his strong self-healing ability, his internal organs would have fallen out, not to mention that he could still stagger and stand up. The wizard frowned, he still had a task to complete, he couldn't afford to waste time here, he had to fight quickly.

"Avada suo!" the wand shot a green glow that hit Logan's heart. He rolled his eyes and fell straight to the ground, no longer moving.

"No matter how strong the body is, it's still a living thing, and the damned ones will still die. The wizard no longer disguised his identity, took off his windbreaker and threw it on the side of the road, and walked to Tolkien's house with his magic robe and wand.

The night owl Grey Wind, who was healing on the second floor, saw all this through the window, and immediately let out a sharp chirp. The wizard raised his wand to aim at it, and Grey Wind leapt from the window, slammed open the door of the room, and rushed down the stairs to the front door. Its flight posture is crooked, but its claws are sharp, its mouth is hard, and it has a brave heart to protect its owner.

"What's going on?" Mrs. Valen waited left and right without seeing Logan, still complaining in her heart that the man was late. She hears the cry of Grey Wind and thinks she sees Logan, so she pushes the door open.

She was greeted by a green glow. “avadakedavra！”

She fell down and slammed the door open. The gray wind rushed out, its wings flapping and accelerating, its claws clawing hard. The wizard frowned, leaned to the side, reached out and slammed the door panel. The night owl spun unusually nimble, tucked one of its wings, touched the door panel with its claws, and kicked it. It wasn't knocked down by the door panel, but had to fly back in a half-circle again before it could continue its attack.

The wizard's gaze followed the night stalker in a half circle, and the requisition spell needed to shoot a green beam and hit it to take effect, and the night stalker was so agile that it was difficult to aim. That's why he chose "all petrified!".

Gray Wind's body stiffened and fell directly to the ground. At this moment, a figure suddenly appeared in the corner of the wizard's eye. Logan got back to his feet, his skin hadn't fully grown, but it didn't affect his run. This time Wolverine didn't howl, and his claws didn't fully recover. However, this does not affect Logan's killing intent, he is going to tear the wizard in front of him with his teeth! )