Chapter 933

"Roar -"

When the power of the smashing spell of the old lady longbarton was released from zero distance, with the dazzling brilliance suddenly exploding from nowhere, a roar like a mountain avalanche and earth crack immediately suppressed all the sounds at that moment.

Followed by a silver white mouth full of sharp teeth, it appeared from behind the monster and bit hard at the monster's shoulder and neck.

This bite was very deep, and its strength was extremely amazing. At once, most of the neck and chest were included in the mouth.

For a time, the silver white brilliance was immediately mixed with the swirling black fog, and continued to fly around with the bite of the huge mouth.

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

It hurriedly loosened the old lady's neck, took back a pair of strong gray and black arms, broke the mouth that was gnawing at itself, and tried to get rid of this absolutely unfavorable situation as soon as possible.

In order to escape, it even forced to turn its head and spit out a gray black flame, trying to use the special talent magic given to it by its master to hurt each other.

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

It seems that seeing that the monster has let go of the old lady longbarton, the owner of the huge mouth suddenly shook his head and flew the monster far across the street.

"Roar -"

Another roar with great deterrence immediately rang through this slightly desolate street.

"Cough, cough..."

Suddenly, a series of weak coughs sounded. Augusta, who fell to the ground, was coughing and panting.

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

Just now she thought she was dead, so she chose to cast a crushing spell at such a close distance.

There is no doubt that this is a suicide attack. Even if the enemy may not die, she is very likely to be killed by her own crushing spell.

Yes, even if there may be a breath in the end, it will die sooner or later.

Although the old lady felt a little regret about "finally making her grandson Neville a person", she would not regret her decision.

But she never thought that in the end, the established result would turn for the better.

"Cough, vomit -"

Augusta turned her face sideways. She vomited a mouthful of dark red blood immediately. However, she didn't care about her injury at all, because all her eyes fell on the patron saint standing not far from her.

The semicircular ears, the majestic eyes, the strong limbs... And the windless thick mane between the neck, all the features are so clear at a glance.

There can be no mistake, this is a lion patron saint!

The old lady drooped her eyelids and looked weakly at the Silver Lion. Her eyes showed a look completely opposite to her current state.

She is 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, and suddenly took a step and walked slowly to the street step by step.

Then, a tall boy with one hand supporting his knee and the other holding a magic wand covering his head finally appeared in the sight of the old lady.

"Bang!"

Not far away, the silver lion suddenly waved its claws and knocked a monster down to the ground.

But Neville didn't look over there.

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

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

"Do you... Do you think I'm... Okay? Stupid boy..."

Even when it was very difficult to breathe, the old lady Longbottom still choked. She choked at a word, and Neville didn't know how to answer it.

"Well, grandma, you'll be fine! I'll --"

"Don't bother..." Augusta leaned against Neville's arm and tried to curl his mouth. "Of course I know my own body... But it's nothing. Even if I don't get hurt, I guess I haven't had a few years to live, and I can't lose anything if I die like this."

As she spoke hard, her face became haggard and her breath became weaker and weaker. It seems that, as she said, death really doesn't have much time for her.

"Besides... Cough..." the old lady coughed again, and then said, "I'm very satisfied to see you summon the patron saint of the lion."

Although this is really a compliment that can not be called "Frank", it is still the first time in more than ten years that she has raised her grandson to such a big age.

For Neville, this is undoubtedly a word worth tears.

However, although Neville was indeed looking at his grandmother for a moment, looking at the slightly fat face that had already lost its blood color

But Neville's eyes didn't even mean red.

"Grandma!"

He couldn't help it. Suddenly he picked her up, turned around and ran back. As he ran, he said loudly:

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

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

It can be seen that he is still carrying a flying broom in his hand.

"Oh!"

As soon as he came out, little Victor was startled by the scene in the street outside.

As he could see, the streets were not only covered with burning gray and black flames, but also many terrible monsters dressed in black cloaks gathered nearby.

Most of them are surrounded by a Silver Lion, constantly attacking it, but they are patted or bitten by it again and again.

How lively the scene is!

Just when little Victor was stunned, the majestic lion suddenly turned into a fog and disappeared into the surrounding circle of those monsters.

"Hmm? What's the matter... Where's the strange magic lion?"

He used to be a chatterbox, and talking to himself has long been commonplace. But in the current situation, it is obviously a ten percent act of death.

Fortunately, he realized at least in time how stupid he was, and then stepped on the broomstick before the monsters looked at him.

"Get up!"

Little Victor kicked his feet on the ground, took off instantly according to the experience he had tried, and went straight up into the air.

"Rush --" then he leaned forward, picked a direction casually and flew in a straight line, "Oh, no, he shouted subconsciously again!"

At this moment, he didn't have to look back to know that all the monsters must have paid attention to themselves. Before long, there will be a large number of "followers" behind him.

"I'm not the prime minister's condolences. I don't need so many supporters!"

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

He make complaints about Tucao, chagrin, and make complaints about the Tucao, and he quickly crossed the line in the air and rushed towards the northwest.

Speaking of, this broom is a new broom bought by freina one year before her graduation. The model is "comet 290" from comet trading company.

In terms of flight speed, it is not a little worse than Harry's fire crossbow, but it is better than its high cost performance.

However, what little Victor needs at the moment is not cost performance, but real speed!

At 60 miles per hour, he actually felt that he was very fast. If he put it on weekdays, it would be difficult for him to dream that he could really fly.

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

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

Just a little back, little Victor was startled by the more and more black cloaks behind him, so that he quickly put his eyes back in front of him.

He can't care so much about what's going on behind him. In short, just fly forward at full speed!

"Boom!"

I don't know I flew for a few minutes - anyway, it must not be long before little Victor, who was buried in his head, heard a loud noise in the distance.

He hurriedly raised his head and squinted out against the strong wind. He found that there was a blue and white light column slanting into the sky in the distance to his left.

The place where the light column is emitted seems to be a densely arranged block.

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

He knows London very well. He knows that place is the slum of the past.

But just as he was wondering who was making such a big noise! Suddenly, an idea flashed through his mind.

"Ah!" little Victor opened his mouth, "Damn, I've made a mistake. I should fly to the Southeast..."

According to the original plan, he was going to go back to Greenwich Park to see if his drunken 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 together.

Unfortunately, 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, it's the right direction - you can't lead these monsters to the door?"

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