Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 932: Lion Roar in Danger

"Roar--"

The moment when the old lady Longbottom’s crushing curse was released from zero distance, with the dazzling brilliance, it burst out from nowhere, and a roar like a mountain collapse and a crack was suddenly suppressed. All the sounds at that moment.

After that, a giant silver-white mouth full of sharp teeth emerged from behind the monster and bit down hard towards the monster's shoulder and neck.

This bite is very deep, and the strength is so amazing, even the neck strap and chest are mostly taken into the mouth at once.

For a time, the silver-white brilliance was suddenly mixed into the black mist, and it continued to fly around with the bite of the huge mouth.

The monster that had just been blown up at close range by the powerful smashing curse was bitten tightly by the big mouth that came out of nowhere. It was obvious that he could no longer hold the old lady's throat any longer.

I saw it loosen the old lady's neck in a hurry, and a pair of gray-black strong arms immediately retracted to grab the mouth that was gnawing at him, trying to get rid of this absolutely unfavorable situation as soon as possible.

In order to get away, it even turned its head forcibly to spit out gray-black flames, trying to use the special talent magic given to it by the master to inflict damage on the opponent.

However, it soon found that all its struggles seemed meaningless.

It seems that because he saw that the monster had let go of the old lady Longbottom, the owner of the huge mouth suddenly shook his head and flew the monster far across the street.

"Roar--"

Another deterrent roar, immediately resounded through this slightly bleak street.

"Cough cough cough..."

Suddenly, a series of weak coughing sounds followed. It was Augusta who fell on the ground coughing and gasping.

To be honest, the old lady is in a bad shape right now.

Just now, she thought that she was dead, so she didn't stop doing it, and chose to cast her most personal smashing spell at such a close distance.

Undoubtedly, this is a suicide attack. Even if the enemy may not die, she herself is very likely to be killed by her own shattering curse.

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

Although the old lady feels a little regretful about the fact that "grandson Neville will eventually become a person", she will not regret the decision she made.

It’s just that she never expected that, at the end of the day, there would be a turnaround for this established result.

"Cough, vomit--"

Augusta turned her face sideways, and she immediately vomited a mouthful of dark red blood after being injured in her lungs. But she didn't care about her injury at all, because all her eyes fell on the patron saint who was standing not far away.

The semi-circular ears, the majestic eyes, the sturdy and powerful limbs...and the thick mane with no wind between the neck, all the characteristics are so clear at a glance.

There is nothing wrong, this is a lion patron saint!

The old lady drooped her eyelids and looked at the silver lion feebly, with a look completely opposite to her current state in her eyes.

She was looking forward to-- looking forward to the appearance of the figure standing behind the lion!

I don’t know if the lion’s patron saint heard her voice, and suddenly took a step forward, slowly walking towards the side of the street calmly step by step.

Immediately afterwards, a tall young man with one hand on his knees and a wand holding his head with the other hand, finally appeared in the eyes of the old lady.

"Boom!"

Not far away, the silver-white lion suddenly waved its claws and slapped a monster to the ground.

But Neville didn't look there.

But seeing him shook his still dizzy head vigorously, then hurriedly came to Augusta's side and raised her upper body with an anxious look.

"Grandma, are you okay... Grandma!"

"Do you... do you think I am... okay? Stupid boy..."

Even when it was extremely difficult to breathe, the old lady Longbottom still choked on her words, and she choked with a word, making Neville wonder how to pick it up.

"Uh, grandma, you'll be fine! I will--"

"Don't bother..." Augusta leaned against Neville's arms, and squirmed his lips with difficulty. "Of course I know my own body... but it's nothing, even if it's not hurt, I It is estimated that I have been alive in the past few years, and I won’t lose much if I die like this."

As she struggled to speak, her face became more and more haggard, and her breathing became weaker and weaker. It seemed that, as she herself said, the time that Death left her was really running out.

"Furthermore...cough cough..." The old lady couldn't help coughing again, and then continued, "I can see you summon the patron saint of the lion...I am already very satisfied."

Although this is really a compliment that cannot be called "straightforward", she has raised her grandson from childhood to such a big age, but she still affirmed it for the first time in more than a decade.

For Neville, this is undoubtedly a word worthy of tears.

It's just that, although Neville at this time is indeed looking at his grandmother for an instant, looking at the slightly blessed face, but has already lost blood...

But Neville's eye sockets don't seem to even mean red and red.

"Grandma!"

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

"When are you still talking about this! Where do you think this is? This is the gate of Saint Mungo--"

……

The moment Neville hugged his grandma and rushed into the window glass, another familiar figure followed and walked out of it.

You can see that he is still carrying a flying broom in his hand.

"Oh!"

As soon as he came out, little Victor was taken aback by the sight of the street outside.

As he saw, the streets were not only full of raging gray-black flames, but also many terrifying monsters in black cloaks gathered nearby.

Most of them are surrounded by a silver-white lion, attacking it constantly, but they are slapped or bitten again and again.

This scene is so lively!

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

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

He was originally a silly talker, and talking to himself has long been commonplace. But in this situation right now, it is obvious that it is a ten percent act of death.

Fortunately, at least he realized how stupid he really was very timely, and he stepped on the broomstick before the monsters looked at him.

"Get up!"

Little Victor slammed his feet on the ground, and took off instantly according to the experience gained through his own attempts, and went straight to the sky.

"Charge--" Then he leaned forward, picked a direction and flew straight away, "Ah, oh, I yelled subconsciously again!"

At this moment, he didn't need to look back to know that all the monsters had already paid attention to him. And before long, a large number of "followers" will inevitably appear behind him.

"I am not the prime minister's travel condolences, I don't need so many supporters!"

"...Oh, why did I call it out again!"

He kept repeating the inexplicable cycle of spitting, annoying, and spitting again, dashing a straight line quickly in the air and rushing all the way to the northwest.

Speaking of, this broom is still a new broom bought by Freina a year before graduation. The model is "Comet 290" from Comet Trading Company.

In terms of flying speed, it is not a bit worse than Harry's Firebolt, but it is better than its cost-effective.

However, what the little Victor needs at this moment is not a price-performance ratio, but a real speed!

At 60 miles per hour, he actually feels that he is already very fast. If it is on weekdays, it would be difficult for him to dream that he can really fly.

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

"Damn, you don't have wings! What do you fly so fast—"

Just turned his head back a little~IndoMTL.com~Little Victor was startled by the black cloak figure that gathered more and more behind him, so that he quickly turned his gaze back directly in front of him.

What's going on behind, he can't control so much anymore, just fly forward at full speed!

"Boom!"

I didn't know that I had been flying for a few minutes--it must have not been long before anyway, little Victor, who was immersed in a dash, heard a loud noise coming from a distance.

He hurriedly raised his head, squinted his eyes against the oncoming strong wind, and found that a blue-and-white beam of light slanted into the sky on his left side.

The place where the beam of light shot out seemed to be a densely arranged block.

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

He still knows the city of London very well, knowing that that place is the slum of the past.

But when he was wondering who was making such a big disturbance! Suddenly, a thought flashed through his mind.

"Ah!" Little Victor opened his mouth, "Hell, I got it wrong, I should fly to the southeast..."

According to the original plan, he was going back to Greenwich Park first to see if his drunk father was still there. After confirming his father's situation, he will go home and find a way to pick up his wife and children.

Unfortunately, let alone Greenwich Park in the opposite direction of his flight, even his home is not here.

"Oh," but he shook his head suddenly, "No, this is the right direction-can't we bring these monsters to the door of the house?"

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

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