Hogwarts Mysterious Man Resurrected

Suppressing the pain in his arm, Fenrir roared at Lothar and quickly left the place.

The werewolf form gave him great resilience.

In just a moment, the wound on his arm caused by the magic spell healed as before.

Fenrir was very clear about what happened to him.

Since he became a werewolf, his body's self-healing ability has been greatly enhanced.

Even physical fitness, strength, speed and other aspects have been greatly enhanced.

Fenrir doesn't think this is a curse.

On the contrary, he felt that this was a gift from God.

His brain circuit is so different from ordinary people.

What others feared became a gift from God.

Even the werewolf virus has become a weapon he uses to find his men.

Of course, he didn't dare to do these things openly.

If he does it, I'm afraid he will face a joint attack by the international Ministry of Magic.

That would be inconsistent with his nature.

Although the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic are also vigorously hunting him down.

But after all, it's not about trying his best. He doesn't want to drive those Aurors crazy.

Plus, Albus Dumbledore is still alive and well.

Why would he expand his influence when he has nothing to do? He is seeking death.

As an old werewolf leader from the dark times.

Fenrir is still a master of "gou".

Today's situation just happened suddenly.

Not his intention.

As soon as Fenrir left the place, Lothar's spell arrived.

Suddenly, the soft soil was blown apart and scattered everywhere.

"Whirring whirring."

He gasped and looked at Lothar standing on the other side, a fierce light flashing in his eyes.

How can you know the result of something if you don't try it?

He returned to his human form and took out his wand.

He immediately launched an attack on Lothar.

"Avada Kedavra"

Green light flashed through, with a hint of eerie light.

The corners of Lothar's mouth raised slightly, and the next second, he avoided Fenrir's death curse and appeared on the other side.

This time, Fenrir saw clearly how Lothar avoided his spell.

Suddenly, like teleporting, he appeared on the other side.

Similar to some kind of space type magic, but a little different.

Fenrir is very clear about this.

After all, in addition to being a werewolf, he is also a wizard.

This time, a feeling of regret finally rose deep in his heart.

"Burning flames."

Gently, the sound of chanting a spell sounded in Fenrir's ears.

His pupils shrank and he rolled on the spot.

The high temperature of the flame instantly burned the patch of green grass to ashes.

By the way, it brushed against Fenrir's back.

The extreme heat was so intense that he couldn't help but roar.

"what"

Lothar didn't even look at it, and continued to wave his hand to cast the next spell.

"Rapid freezing."

Facing Lothar's attack this time, Fenrir finally organized an effective defense.

An armor spell was put on him in time, barely blocking Lothar's freezing spell.

Then, Fenrir raised his wand and pointed it at Lothar and shot out a magic spell. Then he took a step to the side and shot out another magic spell.

Lothar used an armor spell to protect himself and resist Fenrir's first spell. Then he stepped in with his right foot, ducked sideways, and dodged his second spell.

Finally, he moved his hand slightly, and a fire spell was thrown out by him.

Fenrir continued to dodge Lothar's spell, dodging while counterattacking.

Lothar, on the other hand, walked forward slowly.

From time to time, he knocked away the magic spells shot by Fenrir, or ducked sideways to dodge those magic spells.

Compared to Fenrir's embarrassment, Lothar was undoubtedly much more relaxed.

"Why bother, we could still have a good talk."

"Why bother to use force?"

Lothar said softly, and while saying this, he also cast two magic spells casually.

After resisting these two spells, Fenrir continued to rush in the direction of Lothar.

He changed his strategy. He no longer continued to dodge, and he was ready to try to kill Lothar.

Even if it can't be done, let's talk about it then.

Facing Fenrir's advance, Lothar teleported away from the place and reached the other end.

Fenrir stopped and looked at Lothar warily.

He and Lothar looked at each other for two seconds, and they both released the magic spell at the same time.

The cursed beams struck together in mid-air.

At this moment, the two of them were competing for will and magic power.

Lothar's expressionless look made Fenrir's heart tighten.

He has not seen his men until now, and he is not sure whether Lothar has helpers as well.

If anything, after dealing with those of his minions.

Is he the next person?

If not, what about his men?

where have they gone

Fenrir has already felt the resistance from the opposite side.

Lothar's curse was defeating him bit by bit.

Although slow, but firm.

Fenrir knew that he could not continue like this.

He turned to the side and took the initiative to break his spell.

Lothar's spell accurately hit the ground where he was standing before.

There was a loud bang, and a huge crater appeared on the ground.

Looking at the ground where he was standing before, Fenrir's expression tightened.

If he had been slower for a second, he might have been blown to pieces.

"I didn't expect that sir seems to be very powerful."

Fenrir licked his lips and said excitedly.

He waved his wand fiercely, and a green light headed towards Lothar again.

Faced with Fenrir's repeated attacks of killing curses.

Lothar also frowned, feeling quite dissatisfied.

Is it because he is not ruthless enough to make this wolf leader feel that he is not a threat?

With a swish, he disappeared from the spot.

When he reappeared, he was standing behind Fenrir, pointing at him with the wand in his hand.

A ray of light that was several times stronger than before rushed directly towards Fenrir.

Feel the deadly threat coming from behind you.

Without thinking, Fenrir turned around, pointed his wand at Lothar, and shot out the same magic spell.

But only a second later, the magic spell he shot was covered by Lothar's spell, and Lothar's spell was so fierce that its power was not reduced by half.

In an emergency, he reluctantly transformed into a werewolf form.

Coincidentally, after he finished changing, Lothar's spell also arrived.

After a burst of bombardment, smoke and dust flew everywhere. Lothar stood there, put down the wand in his hand, and looked calmly at the big crater he had blown.

In the pit, Fenrir was lying on the ground, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

Lothar stood quietly, as if waiting for something.

Slowly, Fenrir climbed up in the pit.

The look he looked at Lothar was full of horror.

"Now, I kind of don't want to talk about it."

"What is a better choice than controlling a person?"

Lothar smiled and stretched out her wand.