Hogwarts on the Tip of the Tongue

Deep in the jungle of Armenia.

The smell of blood, steel, and plant juice mixed together, exuding an unpleasant smell that made people sick.

The pungent heat of gunpowder permeated in the moist air is gradually dissipating. After more than half an hour of intensive shooting, the guns and ammunition scattered in this werewolf colony have long been used up, but this secret magical battle with one enemy and one hundred is all The curtain did not come to an end.

Right now, Lockhart only had his wand and magic left, and around him, there were at least 20 active werewolves.

Many of the werewolves had blood stains, burn marks, and frost remaining on their fur, but the roar became more fierce and harsh, and the attack became more and more dangerous.

Over time, Lockhart's magical effect gradually decreased, and the werewolves began to consciously evade the spell, even if the wounds on their bodies looked terrifying, but most of them did not affect their actions. Compared with the previous swarming, the way of hunting by the wolves gradually emerged. They continued to pounce at Lockhart in batches, and nibble his energy a little bit patiently, without giving him any breathing time.

Unlike normal beasts or wizards, the werewolves' self-healing ability and vitality seem endless under the shining of the full moon.

"Faint, fainted--"

Lockhart yelled hoarsely, and he quickly turned around and waved his wand toward the werewolf who was leaping behind him.

As time went by, his magic mistakes became more and more, and the multiple casts that were originally gear-like precision bites inevitably appeared noise.

He feels that his throat is about to catch fire, and the high-intensity magic confrontation is more tiring than he thought. This load may come from magic and physical exhaustion, but it is more in the spiritual realm that is more difficult to describe-he does not. Knowing how long he has persisted, time has lost meaning to Lockhart at this time. All his thoughts now are to resist those werewolves as much as possible and persist until the end of the "Miss" meeting.

The crimson spell beam was like a sharp arrow shot, but what Lockhart was worried about finally happened. The spell he had just missed...

wrong--

These werewolves, they are getting smarter and smarter!

Lockhart looked at the black werewolf who was only half a meter away from him. He could clearly see the cunning in the other's bloodthirsty eyes. The moment he raised his wand just now, this guy should suddenly stop in place. After half a second, it quickly turned to take off, it was relying on anticipation to avoid the curse!

The distance of half a meter was too close for a werewolf, Lockhart stepped back subconsciously and raised his wand steadily forward.

More importantly...

Lockhart Yu Guang looked around, and three werewolves rushed out of the shadows on his left and right.

In this fast-paced spell suppression, once there is a casting gap to "make up", the follow-up chain reaction is not just as simple as rushing, as for the rapid casting of Phantom Migration... this kind of magic skill belongs to the top wizards. , For him, but also a little far away.

"Is it the limit? It seems that I still overestimate myself—"

Lockhart sighed lightly, and the second spell accurately knocked the werewolf in front of him into the air.

Immediately afterwards, his wand quickly turned and knocked back the two werewolves on the left and back, and the wand swept across the air greatly, just in the moment when the last werewolf jumped into the air, it suddenly accelerated forward, and flew over in one breath. The top of his head slammed into the thick branches and leaves on the other side of the dense forest.

But where his sight touched, more werewolves swarmed like a tide as if they had received the signal of a general attack.

Maybe... rescue will never arrive?

Wouldn't it be better if you hadn't been a hero just now?

Lockhart looked at the werewolves rushing from all directions like a tide, took a deep breath, and raised his sore arms.

boom! Rumbling--

The rotten leaves and clods on the ground suddenly exploded, and the invisible shock wave spread around Lockhart. The dark brown soil waves rushed toward the werewolves in all directions, and instantly slapped them. The werewolf pushed to the end of the glade tens of meters away.

Uh-this?

Lockhart looked around, then looked at the wand in his hand.

Could it be that there is still ancient magic power hidden in his body that he doesn't know?

"It's too early to give up now...Professor Lockhart."

Before Lockhart's thoughts came up, a familiar voice quietly sounded in his ears.

"Dumbled--"

"Shhh, don't talk. Now, while cooperating with the on-site swing, listen to us tell you about the arrangements for the follow-up performance."

At the same time, another familiar voice also appeared in Lockhart’s ears, “You performed well before, but the visual effects and sound and light effects are still a little bit worse. And you’re still too heavy. The state of these werewolves may not be able to support the start of the show..."

"Gail, maybe this is not the right time to discuss the severity of the move and what to perform—"

"Of course, of course, then you can explain it to Mr. "The Hanged Man" first. I will call the time back a bit first."

There seemed to be a light rain in the sky.

However, Lockhart soon discovered that the so-called raindrops were actually tiny spots of light.

The cool "raindrops" fell on Lockhart and penetrated silently. He felt as if he was immersed in warm hot water. The exhaustion from all over his body was instantly wiped out, but Lockhart did not. Feeling half-relaxed, because the raindrops also drifted towards all the wailing werewolves in the woodland. The wounds on their bodies began to heal with the naked eye, and the wailing gradually began to become heavy and angry...

"About a quarter of an hour later, most of the Aurors and mainstream journalists from the European magic world will arrive here one after another."

The werewolves on the field seemed to be bound by an invisible rope. No matter how hard they struggled, they couldn’t move half a step forward. Amidst the roars of the werewolves, Dumbledore’s voice lingered in Lockhart’s ears like a cover. Side, temporarily shielding those noisy outside.

"The ins and outs of this are more complicated, and you can gradually understand it later. After the Grand Arcana emergency meeting, we agreed to your previous suggestion:'Rescue these werewolves trapped in Armenia as much as possible.' It's just a matter of form, There will be certain changes in the process. Mr.'Tower' and I will fight for you a little right to speak tonight, well, enough for the Aurors to calm down and negotiate with you."

"As for the final result and the development of the entire incident, you are solely responsible for these."

"Now, I will show the magical scenes that may appear in a while, as well as the corresponding spellcasting actions and spells for each magic. When the Auror and the reporters appear, the'Tower' and I will release the corresponding actions according to your actions. Of course, the magic effect and scope of action are still under our control. The Grand Arcana Council has only one request for tonight. Please protect yourself and your ideals as much as possible."

"This is your battle, Mr. "The Hanged Man"—"

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At the same time, the border between Turkey and Armenia forest.

Even if they were far away, the howling of wolves could still be faintly heard in the night wind.

"It seems that those wolf cubs are having a great party tonight—"

Cornelius Fudge looked towards the dark dense forest and couldn't restrain the excitement in his heart, "Take out the magic wand, gentlemen-the shadow of the werewolf who has hovered in the European magical world for thousands of years is about to come to an end in our hands! Aurors from other countries have helped us to establish a security circle around us. After we arrest and knock down those werewolves, we will become the most shining magical world in Europe..."

"I'm very sorry, everyone at the British Ministry of Magic—I haven't heard of any warning circles."

Before Cornelius Fudge could finish speaking, a series of puffs suddenly sounded around.

More than twenty wizards descended from the sky and appeared in front of everyone in the British Ministry of Magic.

The wizards on both sides unanimously took out their wands and pointed them at each other. The middle-aged wizard who looked at Connelly Fudge with an unkind expression on his face, the middle-aged wizard who interrupted him indifferently, was the Turkish magic that had just rushed over from the branch of the Broken Cauldron Tavern. Atif, the director of the Ministry of Auror Office.

"Those werewolves can be solved by us. The Armenian forest is very large and complicated."

Atif's eyes swept over the British Auror, who had at least three times the number of them, and the corners of his eyes twitched slightly.

These **** British guys really came prepared, such a large number of people really have a chance to eat the "werewolves", if it weren't for them to get the news urgently, they would almost have them taken away. They worked so hard for several months. The results.

"Oh? I don't think so—"

Cornelius Fudge looked at the Turkish Aurors falling from the sky and raised his eyebrows.

"In view of the previous results of our British Ministry of Magic, no one in the magical world today knows how to deal with werewolves better than us. If you temporarily change your mind here and intend to join the encirclement and suppression team, we are naturally very welcome, after all. ——"

Click, click——

As Cornelius Fudge was talking, a sudden shutter sound rang.

He followed the prestige in confusion, only to see a few wizards taking pictures on the edge of the crowd with excitement.

The Turkish Ministry of Magic... actually brought reporters along? !

Cornelius Fudge frowned heavily, knowing that he had called the reporters of the Daily Prophet before leaving.

As a wizard who has worked in a magical government for decades, he is very aware of the deviations of reporters from different regions in reporting news, and more importantly, if there are reporters, whether he wants to, the Turkish Ministry of Magic must be The credit for the British Ministry of Magic is to be shared.

"Well, I'm very sorry, sir-our minister didn't communicate this with us before."

Atif cast a look at the Aurors beside him, and stood in front of a group of British wizards, and said unhurriedly.

"Maybe we can wait here for a while. Mr. Minister should be on the road. After all, this is a large-scale joint operation. Regarding the division of labor, whether it is the British Ministry of Magic or the Turkish Ministry of Magic, we should discuss it clearly. ——"

boom!

Rumble!

At this moment, there was a muffled noise from the distant forest.

The howling of the werewolf broke out abruptly after a short break, with sporadic explosions during the period.

"Oops!"

"There are still people inside!"

Connelly and Atif looked at each other ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and instantly saw the same surprise and anger in each other's eyes.

Obviously, during the period of their entanglement and negotiation, most of the wizards of other magical governments have taken the lead. If the two parties continue to entangle and squeeze, they may all have to give the unknown "magic government" the border for nothing. The guard is out.

"Everyone, set off at once-someone has met a werewolf, we have to help quickly!"

"There are too many werewolves over there, they need help!"

The wizards on both sides quickly reached an agreement, did not continue to stand at the edge of the forest, and hurriedly began to apparate in the direction of the sound.

You know, at least ten magic governments participated in this joint "Werewolf Encirclement and Suppression" operation.

Although the Auror headquarters of various countries had agreed that the hands-on time was at dawn.

But judging from the current situation, there are obviously more than one or two guys planning to "steal away in advance".

This is a milestone achievement that is rare in a century. Compared with sharing with others, the temptation to monopolize is too great.

With the huge magical sound and light in the Armenian forest, the various Ministry of Magic Aurors who had been hovering at the edge of the forest finally couldn't restrain the anxiety in their hearts. Those reporters who used various methods to come to the edge of the Armenian forest to collect materials, the sparsely populated Armenian forest suddenly became lively and crowded.

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