Chapter 932 The Lion's Roar in Danger

Roar--

The moment Mrs. Longbottom's shattering curse was released at zero distance, as the dazzling brilliance suddenly exploded from nowhere, a roar like a landslide suddenly suppressed that moment. all voices.

Immediately after, a huge silver-white mouth full of sharp teeth appeared from behind the monster, and bit down fiercely on the monster's shoulder and neck.

This bite was very deep, and the force was extremely amazing, and even the neck and most of the chest were taken into the mouth at once.

For a moment, the silver-white brilliance was mixed with the lingering black mist, and it continued to scatter in all directions following the bite of the giant mouth.

The monster that had just been blown up at close range by the powerful Shattering Curse was now bitten tightly by the big mouth that came out of nowhere, and it was obvious that it could no longer strangle the old lady's throat.

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

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

However, it soon found that all his struggles seemed pointless.

Seemingly seeing that the monster had let go of Mrs. Longbottom, the owner of the huge mouth suddenly shook his head, sending the monster far away to the opposite side of the street.

Roar--

There was another extremely menacing roar, which immediately resounded through this slightly desolate street.

Cough cough cough...

Suddenly, a series of weak coughing sounds followed. It was Augusta who had fallen to the ground, coughing and panting.

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

Just now she thought that she was doomed, so she didn't stop doing anything, and chose to cast the most extreme shattering spell at such a short distance.

There is no doubt that this is a suicide attack, even if the enemy may not die, but she herself is very likely to be deprived of the few remaining lives by her shattering curse.

Yes, even if there is still a breath in the end, it is an ending that will die sooner or later.

Although the old lady felt a little bit regretful about making her grandson Neville a human being in the end, she did not regret the decision she made.

It's just that she never expected that in the end, the established result would turn around.

Cough, vomit—

Augusta turned her face sideways, and immediately spit out a mouthful of dark red blood after her lungs were injured. However, she didn't care about her injury at all, because all her eyes fell on the patron saint standing not far from her.

Those semicircular ears, those majestic eyes, those strong and powerful limbs... and the thick mane on the neck that moves without wind, all the features are so obvious at a glance.

Make no mistake, this is a patron saint of lions!

The old lady drooped her eyelids, looking weakly at the silver-white lion, and her eyes showed a look that was completely opposite to her current state.

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

I don't know if the patron saint of the lion heard her voice, suddenly took a step forward, and walked slowly towards the street step by step.

Immediately afterwards, a tall boy with one hand propped on his knee and the other hand holding a wand covering his head finally appeared in the sight of the old lady.

boom!

Not far away, the silver-white male lion suddenly swung its sharp claws, and slammed a monster to the ground.

But Neville didn't look there.

But he shook his still dizzy head vigorously, then hurried to Augusta's side, and raised her upper body anxiously.

Grandma, are you okay...Grandma!

You...do you think I'm...okay? Stupid boy...

Even when it's hard to breathe,

Old Mrs. Longbottom still choked when she spoke, and Neville didn't know how to answer her words.

Uh, Grandma, you'll be fine! I'm going to—

Don't bother... Augusta leaned in Neville's arms, pursed her lips with difficulty, Of course I know my own body very well...but it's nothing, even if I don't get hurt, I guess I will I haven't had a good life for a few years, and I won't lose much if I die like this.

While she was struggling to speak, her face became increasingly haggard, and her breathing became weaker and weaker. It seems that, as she herself said, the time left for her by the God of Death is really running out.

Let's talk about it...cough... The old lady couldn't help coughing a few more times before continuing, Seeing you summoning this lion patron saint...I'm already very satisfied.

Although this is really a compliment that cannot be called straightforward, but it is still the first time in more than ten years that she has affirmed her grandson after raising her from a young age.

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

It's just that, although Neville at this time was indeed looking at his grandma for a moment, looking at that slightly fat face, but the color had already faded...

But Neville's eye sockets didn't seem to even turn red.

grandmother!

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

What time are you talking about! Where do you think this is? It's St. Mungo's Gate—

...

The second Neville rushed into the window with his grandma in his arms, another familiar figure walked out of it.

It can be seen that he still has a broomstick in his hand.

Oh!

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

As he saw, not only were there blazing gray-black flames all over the street, but there were also many terrifying monsters in black cloaks gathered nearby.

Most of them were surrounding a silver-white male lion, attacking it non-stop, but were being slapped or bitten by it again and again.

This scene is so lively!

But just when little Victor was stunned, the majestic lion suddenly turned into a cloud of light and disappeared out of thin air surrounded by those monsters.

Huh? What's the matter... Where did that strange magic lion go?

He was originally a chatterbox, talking to himself has long been commonplace. But in the current situation, it was obviously a deadly act.

Fortunately, he at least realized how stupid he was just in time, and got on the broom before those monsters looked at him.

stand up!

Little Victor slammed his feet on the ground, took off in an instant according to the experience gained through his own experimentation, and went straight up into the sky.

Come on— Then he leaned forward, picked a direction at random, and flew straight, Ah, no, I subconsciously yelled again!

At this moment, he didn't even need to turn his head to know that those monsters must have all paid attention to him. And before long, there will inevitably be a large number of followers behind him.

I'm not the prime minister traveling to express condolences. I don't need so many supporters!

...Oh, why did I shout out again!

He kept repeating the inexplicable cycle of complaining, annoyed, and complaining again, and quickly drew a straight line in the air, rushing all the way to the northwest.

Speaking of which, this broom was a new broom that Freina bought a year before graduation, and the model was Comet 290 from the Comet Trading Company.

In terms of flying speed, it is not a little bit worse than Harry's Firebolt, but its advantage is that its cost performance is quite high.

However, what little Victor needs at this moment is not cost-effectiveness, but real speed!

The speed of 60 miles per hour is actually very fast for him. If it is on weekdays, it is difficult for him to dream that he can really fly.

But now, when a group of monsters are chasing after him, he only hates himself for not being able to go faster!

Damn it, you don't have wings! What are you doing flying so fast—

Just turning his head back slightly, Little Victor was startled by the more and more black cloaked figures gathering behind him, so much so that he quickly turned his gaze back to the front of him.

What's going on behind him, he can't care so much, anyway, just fly forward at full speed!

boom!

I don't know how many minutes I've been flying - anyway, it must not be long before the little Victor, who was rushing forward, heard a loud noise from a distance.

He hastily raised his head, squinted his eyes against the strong wind blowing in front of him and looked out, and found that there was a blue-white beam of light slanting straight into the sky in the distance to his left.

And the place where the beam of light shot out seemed to be a densely packed neighborhood.

There... is that old block that is about to be demolished?

He still knew the city of London very well, and knew that that place was the slums of the past.

But just when he was thinking about who was making such a big commotion! Suddenly, a thought flashed through his mind.

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

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

It's a pity, not to mention that Greenwich Park is in the opposite direction of his flight, even his own home is not here.

Oh, but he suddenly shook his head again, No, this direction is correct—we can't lead these monsters to the door together, can we?

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

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