Cracking sound!

Two humanoid ice sculptures covered in hoarfrost, on which the fine pieces of silver-white electric light flashed.

Crystal ice chips peeled off and rose from their bodies, turning into pure white clouds, entwining them, and the dreamlike scene completely concealed the danger within.

"Enough is enough, spare their lives, I'm still useful."

Clark hurriedly ran up and shouted to Hermione.

On the one hand, leave a few living mouths, maybe you can get some information out of their mouths, so that you can find the mastermind behind the scenes, or push it out to attract hatred.

On the other hand, Clark can be ruthless, but he still doesn't think it's appropriate to let a little girl like Hermione take a few lives at a young age.

Hermione listened to him very much, and when she heard this, she ended the output of the lightning beam in her hand, and the smoke cleared, leaving only two werewolves who were twitching and foaming at the ground.

"How did you get here, do you know how dangerous it is here!" As soon as they met, Clark asked with a grimace.

"You also said that if it weren't for me, the children in that house just now would be in danger!" Hermione wasn't easy to get along with, and immediately replied to him, "Besides, why didn't you let me come, aren't we partners?" Also a professional, Neville can come, I can't come? ”

"No......" Clark didn't know how to explain for a while, so he could only say, "Didn't I tell you all about it before, and the things reported are also very important." ”

Hermione glanced at him disapprovingly, then reached out and pointed at the two guys lying on the ground, "That's it, do you think the press release you wrote before can still be sent?" ”

Fortunately, she also knew that now was not the time to mess around, "Fortunately, I didn't feel very good, and I came here again." By the way, what about Neville? ”

The two of them were chatting there, and halfway up the mountain in the distance, the battle between Neville and Greyback had entered a white-hot state.

Both sides have a very strong will to fight, and they will not give an inch when they fight for injuries.

The [Shield Technique] on Neville's body had already been consumed, and at this moment, both arms were covered with scratches, and blood soaked through the long sleeves, dyeing them dark red. The blood loss was so slow that his lips were slightly white.

As his opponent, Greyback is not much better.

A hideous wound was pulled from his left chest to his right abdomen, if it weren't for the fact that the wound was not deep, I am afraid that his heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys would have flowed all over the ground at this moment.

"Little one, I have to say, you really surprised me."

Another fight against each other, the sword and the black nails collided together, and the piercing scratching sound made goosebumps fall to the ground.

Greyback retreated at the touch of a button, shook his slightly numb right hand, looked at Neville opposite, and couldn't help but praise him.

It's just that his praise doesn't give people a sense of joy, and that tone and demeanor are like diners sitting at the table, judging the food on the plate.

Neville didn't say a word, trying to adjust his breathing, high-intensity exercise, and his lungs felt like they were burning with pain.

However, actual combat is really the best choice to improve strength, just the short confrontation just now, Neville found that there are still a lot of problems in himself, which is a completely different experience from the usual training.

The experience of walking between life and death, dancing on the blade, can maximize a person's potential.

Neville was pleased to find that there was room for improvement in the moves he thought he had practiced perfectly.

His pace changes could be a little more streamlined, his swordsmanship could be a little more direct, and even some of the originally very conservative defensive sword styles could be completely discarded, which were for novices who were not experienced enough.

A true warrior who dares to face the dripping blood, sometimes with small injuries in exchange for victory, is also a very suitable choice, he can be a little bolder, a little more radical -

Greyback looked at the young man in front of him, looking at the sharp light in the other party's eyes, and the sinister smile on the corner of his mouth had long since disappeared.

As an enemy, he was the first to discover the terrifying speed of his opponent's progress.

Greyback has been in the dark world for so many years, and even Azkaban has been in and out a few times, and the people he has seen and the battles he has experienced are countless.

This little guy just glanced at it, and he knew that this was an orthodox academic school-

has a solid foundation, a clear look, and abides by the rules, and at the same time there is a hidden arrogance in his bones, looking down on the wild people who are halfway monks, and even their blood is loud when they drink it.

Such a nasty guy, in the gloomy gutter of Tumble Alley, I don't know how much he lay down.

To be honest, Greyback doesn't look down on such people, and his favorite thing in life is to knock out the seemingly hard shells of these people like eating oysters, and then taste their fears.

But now it was different, he could feel that this little guy was really like a hard rock, under his own forging, little by little the outer stone skin faded, tempered into steel, sharpened to sharpen.

His progress is so rapid that it is almost visible to the naked eye.

In the beginning, in the face of his own attacks, he would subconsciously take block movements, or use his strange spells.

However, within a few encounters, the little guy successfully overcame his instincts and had the audacity to trade injuries for injuries.

It's just that Greyback can become the most notorious of the werewolves, and his strength is not only that.

Just when Neville thought he could hold out for another ten minutes, and when reinforcements came to turn the tables around, the situation suddenly took a turn for the worse.

"Alright, I won't play with you anymore!"

The scarred Greyback sneered at Neville, but reached out and pulled out a glass syringe from his waist pocket, stabbed it firmly into his neck, and injected all the dark red liquid in the syringe into his body.

Neville watched his strange move, and although he didn't know why, he also knew that what the enemy wanted to do, he must not let him do it, so he didn't care about the fatigue of his body, and rushed forward again with his sword in hand.

It's just that he was still a step too late, and he saw that Gray Burke, who had been injected with the potion, suddenly raised his head and let out a howl of pain, which was so loud that the smoke and dust around him were shaken away by his roar.

Not only that, but more dark red smoke emerged from his pores, converging into a thick dark cloud above his head.

Then, with Greyback's god-like incantation, a blood-red full moon peeked out of the dark clouds.

Under the scarlet moonlight, Greyback's body began to change drastically.

His already thick shoulders and back were visibly arched, long red and black hairs appeared on the bare skin of his face and hands, and his dirty fingers curled into sharp claws.

Neville stopped his attack and stepped back cautiously, staring incredulously at the shapeshifting man in front of him.

No, monsters to be exact.

Greyback's jaw was noticeably elongated, sharp, sharp teeth were popping out, and the red-black hair on his body was getting thicker and thicker, making him look like a real wolf.

Even the hideous wound on his chest began to sprout, then closed and healed as if he had never been injured.

This guy actually broke through the restriction that werewolves must transform on the night of the full moon, and relied on a tube of potions to complete the transformation!

Of course, if Clark had been here and had seen the red and white umbrella logo on the test tube that Greyback had just used, it would have been so unusual.

The smell of madness grew stronger in the air, and through the dirty, messy dark red hair, Neville could see a pair of scarlet, cold, murderous eyes, and the tip of his nose smelled a hundred times stronger than the smell of sweat and blood.

After completing the transformation, Greyback has broken through two meters in height, and his sturdy body gives people an invisible sense of oppression even if he stands there quietly.

The scorching heat of his qi and blood, even in the height of summer, the greedy heat still sprayed into Greyback's throat.

He raised two claws made of dark black steel, and craned his neck to howl at the scarlet full moon in the dark clouds, letting out a series of creepy roars.

Neville, in the face of such an enemy, still did not panic, and immediately turned around and ran.

Just kidding, this kind of monster, of course he is the best policy.

If Clark and Hermione were there, and the three of them joined forces, Neville would be sure to take down the werewolf.

But now he is only one person, and when the odds are not high, he can't afford to stay and fight this monster.

Besides, the drug that the other party just injected is not a good thing at first glance, and his state is also very abnormal, compared to this state, he can't maintain it for so long.

So judging from the current situation, running away is the wisest choice.

Seeing Neville turn and flee, Greyback froze for a moment, then let out a piercing, terrible roar, and then pounced at great speed.

Neville struggled to run on the crooked glass plank path, listening to the explosion of the paws hitting the ground and bursting the tempered glass behind him, but his heart became more and more calm.

Suddenly, he rolled to the side, grabbed the railing of the glass plank road, and swung to the cliff outside the plank road.

The next moment, a huge dark red figure smashed through the railing not far in front of him and rushed down the curve.

It's Greyback!

Neville swung back with the railing, and glanced at the broken spot to see Greyback tumbling all the way down the hill.

He also discovered one of the shortcomings of Greyback in this state, that is, he had no brain.

Of course, this kind of episode can't hurt this monster by half a point.

So Neville didn't dare to delay, and hurriedly ran along the glass plank road towards the top of the mountain.

He remembered that there was a place for the fire dragon to recuperate, which was Professor Charlie's office, and with his help, he should be able to deal with this monster.

Unfortunately, things in this world don't seem to like to work according to people's wishes, and just as Neville was about to reach the top of the mountain, with a terrifying roar, a behemoth beast fluttered its wings above his head.

The giant beast had a large, streamlined body, covered with hard scales like black jade, reflecting colorful light in the sunlight, looking mysterious and elegant.

This is none other than Clark's magic pet, the fire dragon Nobeta.

It's just that compared to the previous times Neville saw her, Nobeta seemed to be particularly angry at this time, she flapped her wings vigorously, roared angrily from her mouth, and shook her head from time to time, and flew down the mountain with great momentum.

"Hey, Nobeta, wait!"

Neville shouted as hard as he could, but Noberta cared about his little thing at this time.

At this time, Neville, who turned around, also found that Greyback, who had transformed into a werewolf, also happened to chase after him.

"This is terrible!"

Neville's sword flicked across the board, blocking Greyback's attack, and the two were locked in another battle to the death.

On the other side, Clark and Hermione heard the same loud roar.

"Oh no, their target is the fire dragon!"

Clark reacted suddenly, and was about to rush up the mountain, but remembering what he had seen in the prophecy, he looked back at Hermione, and stopped.

"What do you think I'm doing? Go, I'll be fine here, and if something happens to Nobeta, we'll be in trouble! ”

Hermione's words reminded Clark that, indeed, if the people behind this attack were really Americans, then in addition to creating chaos in the dragon farm so that it could not be driven, an easier way was to solve the problem directly at the source and eliminate their only fire dragon.

Hermione also seemed to sense the hidden worry in Clark's heart at this time, and the expression on her face softened a lot.

"Fool, I'm right here, and there are so many students and parents nearby, what's the danger?"

As if to confirm his words, several more staff members poked their heads out at the door of the restaurant that had just been knocked open.

"Go ahead, I'll take care of myself."

Listening to Hermione's urging, Clark knew that this was not the time to pay attention to children's affection, so he gave her a look to take care, and then turned around and ran towards the outside of the Fire Dragon Park.

As soon as he ran to the gate of the park, where the guards and werewolves confronted, Nobeta's huge figure fell from the sky, and her strong limbs directly tore down the gate of the park.

"Nobeta! It's me, Clark! Clark hurriedly shouted at his demon pet in the heart link.

However, there is another mysterious force in it, like a wall, blocking the connection between them.

Clark only felt that this force was very familiar, but he couldn't tell what it was for a moment.

It was only at this time that he discovered that on the back of Nanobeta, there was a figure wearing a black cloak.

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