"Damn, who's that guy?"

Clark watched his pet being ridden under him by another person, and it was like a child being robbed of his favorite toy by another child, not to mention how angry he was.

"Let him go!"

He roared, and more psychic power was supplied to the [Enchanting Monster], [Psychic Link], and [Domination], in order to compete with the black-robed mysterious man for control of Nobeta.

Under the scramble between the two sides, Nobeta screamed in pain, and a large ball of fireball erupted from her mouth.

Some of these fireballs fell into the werewolf camp, directly burning two or three werewolves into torches running around, and some even fell directly into the park, setting some flowers and plants on the side of the road and some buildings on fire.

The adult wizards in the park weren't vegetarians either, and they quickly intervened to fend off the fireballs, preventing even greater losses from happening.

And in the process of fighting for control, Clark also became more and more familiar with this black-robed mysterious man, and felt more and more that something was wrong.

Suddenly, as if he sensed something, the output of his psychic energy slowed down, and the spell he cast was immediately interrupted.

Got rid of the scramble, Nobeta roared happily in the sky, and when her long tail flicked, several werewolves were unlucky again.

Then, under the horrified gaze of everyone, he flapped his wings and flew to the distant forest with the black-robed mysterious man.

Clark looked at Nobeta as she flew away, her face cloudy, as if she had seen something unbelievable.

But in the end, he gritted his teeth and ran to the mountains not far away.

At the top of the mountain, a silvery-white bolt of lightning pierced the dim sky, a sword that Neville slashed with all his might.

The elf's sword was so sharp that it flew towards Greyback with a light that pierced the eye.

Greyback did not dodge or dodge, and rushed towards the sword light.

In his transformation into a werewolf and his drugged state, his sanity had almost completely lost, and he had no emotion other than killing, not even pain.

Neville's sword slashed across him, from his neck to his navel, from his left chest to his right, creating a standard zigzag wound.

This is the most orthodox knight's swordsmanship - cross slash!

Greyback, who had completely swallowed the move, took a step back, his hard fur being cleaved open by Neville's powerful slash and the sharp blade of the Elven Sword, and a large amount of blood gushed out, and even his intestines flowed out and fell to the ground.

A hint of joy rose in Neville's heart, and then sank again.

After all, he is only the [Arcane Knight], not the [Holy Warrior], and this cross slash is not specifically to deal with the evil camp [Evil Slash].

The battered Greyback didn't even frown, no, you couldn't even find an eyebrow on his big furry face.

Anyway, in the next moment, this huge wound began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the only piece of intestine that was troublesome, Greyback directly tore it off with his claws and threw it on the ground at will.

The itching and stinging pain from the wound and the pungent smell of blood further irritated Greyback in his werewolf state, and he jumped directly and pounced on Neville with a vicious wind.

The thick black smoke followed behind him, like a pair of huge bat wings, covering the sky and the sun, making him a little faster.

Neville quickly dodged to the side, but was still a step too slow.

Seeing that his right hand was about to be lost, Neville took the initiative to send out the sword to block a catastrophe for himself.

Greyback grabbed Neville's sword, feeling that it didn't feel right, picked it up and looked at it, and threw it on the ground in disgust.

At this time, Neville had already hidden in the work shed on the top of the mountain.

He looked around, and the whole shed was huge, with a height of nearly ten meters alone.

In the center of the shed was a large open space, piled with a thick layer of soft fur and hay, and next to the wall, there were many mops, brushes, towels, buckets, and so on.

In the corner at the very edge of the shed, there was a pile of black dirt with a foul smell.

Obviously, this is the place where the staff in the dragon farm are responsible for cleaning the body of the dragon.

Neville looked through the crack in the wall panel and found Greyback standing in the doorway of the shed, the terrible wound on his chest now reduced to a light red cross-shaped scar.

He remembered a description of werewolves he had seen in the Defence Against the Dark Arts textbook, "Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Defense":

Werewolves are known to be known to transform from humans into wolves on full moon nights.

When untransformed, they are able to communicate with people just like ordinary wizards, and many of them are as gentle and sensible as Professor Lupin.

But after their transformation, they are among the most dangerous magical creatures in the wizarding world.

In Newt Skamander's Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them, they are classified as xxxxx, and they are as dangerous as magical creatures such as dragons, basilisks, sphinxes, five-legged monsters, and Kemeramon.

Of course, this doesn't mean that werewolves are really as powerful as these magical creatures.

Although they also possess extremely strong physique, speed, strength and explosiveness after transformation, their attack power is far beyond ordinary people.

It also has an amazing vitality, and the wounds caused by ordinary spells and weapons to werewolves often heal completely within one to two seconds.

But the most terrifying and desperate thing about them, and what makes them more dangerous, is the curse of wolf poison that they carry.

It is a very vicious, contagious curse, and everyone bitten by a werewolf will turn into a werewolf on the night of the full moon, and there is no cure yet.

It was thanks to Snape's assignment on Professor Lupin when he substituted for him, that Neville could remember.

Either way, a transformed werewolf is a terrifying being, and they are often able to fight several well-trained Aurors at the same time.

What's more, as the leader of the werewolves, Greyback is the most ferocious and powerful of the werewolves, and with the enhancement of that alchemy potion, a young wizard of Neville's age cannot be his opponent at all.

That is, he has a career template, and he is stronger than a normal little wizard, so that he can repeatedly escape from the other party's hands.

It's just—

"Clark, bastard! Why haven't you come yet? Neville was so angry that he almost burst into a rage.

However, he also found a strange place, the transformed Greyback hesitated for a while in front of the wooden shed, and did not dare to step forward for a long time.

"Huh~ What's going on?" Neville scanned the shed in confusion and found nothing out of the ordinary, the only thing was that the smell was unpleasant-

Smell? Could it be!

Under the threat of his life, his brain raced and he managed to break through the limits, feeling so smart.

I see......

At this time, Greyback's body that was hovering at the door further expanded, and the momentum on his body became more and more powerful, and even began to emit a scorching blood-red qi wave, as if a raging flame was burning all over his body.

It is really a blazing fire cooking oil, flowers brocade, and reaching the peak of wolf life.

With the support of strong strength, he finally roared, waved his hand and tore through the huge wooden door, and broke into the work shed.

It's just that after entering, he looked around suspiciously, but he didn't find a single figure.

"What about the little one?"

Werewolf Greyback tilted his head, his mind overwhelmed by the murderous intent, so that he no longer had extra brain capacity to think about problems, and he could only rely on violent means.

Wow!

The scarlet whirlwind began to sweep through the workshop, and the fur and hay on the floor, and the mountains of mops, towels, barrels, and brushes that lay out on the walls were all swept into it and torn into a cloud of debris.

It's just that even so, Neville is still nowhere to be seen.

This made Greyback wonder if the little guy had snuck away somewhere.

Just as he was about to leave the shed, relying on his sense of smell outside, another figure suddenly broke into the shed.

"Neville—"

Clark looked embarrassedly at the messy shed, where a huge werewolf with thick hair and vicious claws was standing there, staring at him.

"I'm sorry, I may have found the wrong person, you continue-"

Rumble!

The wooden floor was torn apart, and Clark rolled over, distorting the werewolf's vision with the psychic ability of [Forge Sense], and the general dodged the powerful claw blow of the opponent.

In the process, Clark also tried to use psychic abilities such as [Enchanting Monsters], [Enchanting Humans], and [Domination] to control the other party.

However, this time, he found that his psychic ability was not working, and the other party's mind was completely filled with killing intent, and there was no room for other thoughts.

It was also at this time that a loud shout came from not far away.

"Clark, get out of the way!"

The next moment, a burst of black rain came towards Clark and Werewolf Greyback.

Clark instantly recognized what the black "raindrops" that flew over were, and dared to let that thing fall on his body, and hurriedly raised his hand to use [Control Small Objects] to lay a wall of air above his head to resist.

And the werewolf Greyback was not so lucky, and was directly sprinkled all over his body by the black rain.

Taking advantage of this moment, Clark also noticed Neville's voice, and hurriedly ran to his side, in the pile of black soil in the corner of the wall.

"No, how did you hide here?" Clarke covered his nose and looked at Neville.

I saw that he was covered with black mud all over his body, and only one head, because he was covered with a wooden barrel, it was still clean.

"What can I do, why don't you try to face that guy by yourself?" Neville struggled to crawl out of the black mud.

He shook his body, black mud spots were scattered all over the place, and Clark took a conscious step back to prevent the other from getting the thing on him.

Neville glared at him disapprehensively, "What are you doing?" Isn't it just a little dragon dung, as for all the fuss, it's not like we haven't used dragon dung in our herbal medicine class. ”

Clark almost couldn't help but say that we used dragon manure in herbal medicine class, all of them wore gloves and shovels, but we didn't bury our whole body in the dragon dung heap, which can be the same.

Of course, he didn't say that, and he knew that Neville did it all because of the werewolf.

Unlike intelligent and rational humans, beasts are naturally controlled by animal instincts, and werewolves are no exception.

In nature, powerful predators rely on urine and feces to demarcate their hunting ranges and warn other predators not to cross the line.

Those predators will also use this information to determine whether the owner of the territory is strong or not, and whether it is worth the risk of expanding the hunt.

In front of Clark, the black dirt stained by Neville was the excrement left behind by one of nature's top predators—dragon dung.

Yes, that's right, this is the dragon dung that is usually pulled out by Nobeta, which is piled up here by the staff of the dragon farm, ready to be made into dragon manure.

It was a fine fertilizer, rich in all the nutrients needed by magical plants, and Professor Sprout, the head of Hufflepuff, had told Charlie to help her collect them.

This is also the reason why Werewolf Greyback had stalled in front of the shed just now, his powerful sense of smell and keen intuition were telling him that this was the territory of some powerful being.

The restraint that had been passed down from his blood kept him from acting rashly, and it was with this that Neville buried his entire body in dragon dung, causing Greyback, who did not dare to rummage through dragon dung, to ignore him.

In fact, this trick is sometimes used by many human adventurers.

When they go camping in the wilderness, they often smear irritating liquids and excrement from powerful predators around and on their bodies to prevent bites from insects and snakes or attacks by wild animals.

If it weren't for Clark's sudden appearance, Neville would have been able to hide until he was old.

At this time, the werewolf Greyback also recovered from the baptism of dragon dung rain, and his scarlet eyes stared at the two children not far away, especially Clark.

The appearance of the other party that he had seen in the photo successfully stimulated the part of his mind that belonged to the human race, and the momentum on his body began to decline at this time, and the burning qi and blood subsided, which reminded him of the mission of his trip.

"Be careful!"

Neville sensed the danger first, and stood in front of Clarke, a dung rake in his hand danced, sweeping up the huge waves of dragon dung, towards the rushing werewolf cover, quite a broom, with a brave momentum of one to ten.

In the face of such a disgusting (wolf) man's attack, even Greyback had to deal with it carefully, and the thick black cloud behind him wrapped him first, like a flat boat, helping him break through the waves of dung and sea.

He's a werewolf, not a kobold, and he's not interested in dragon dung.

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