Hogwarts transfer students just want to be in love

No one knows how long the Forbidden Forest at Hogwarts has existed, it seems that the forest was there when the castle was built.

Of course, the trees inside are also big trees that are at least a thousand years old.

However, no matter how long it exists, there will be a day of destruction.

slap.

I don’t know how long it has existed, but an old tree that is as thick as one or two people can hug is suddenly broken by Juli. Unmoved, it seemed to sigh, allowing its huge body to lie on the ground and return to the land.

But the instigator didn't seem to want it to lie down so easily, its huge body was suspended in the air by an inexplicable force.

Then it moved for the first time in its thousand years of life, and the figure lying straight on the ground fell heavily!

The ground seemed to vibrate, and earth and rocks splashed.

Everything seemed to have settled down, and the figure standing in the distance patted the dust off his body in disgust.

There is not so much ash in fighting with basilisks. Creatures like werewolves are really dirty.

He turned around, and there was a werewolf lying behind him, who was already silent.

Just two steps away, an angry wolf howled suddenly from the place where the giant tree fell, sawdust splashed, and a scarred figure jumped out again.

Well, creatures like werewolves are not only dirty, but their vitality is as tenacious as cockroaches, so troublesome as hell.

The young man sighed.

And this werewolf, who looked like the leader, was not like his subordinates, and could resist part of the spell.

I tried the Imprisonment Curse and the Petrification Curse just now, but the opponent broke free with his body.

Looking at the other party's approaching figure, he raised his left hand again, his fingers slightly bent, and a huge magic power gushed out, and the robe automatically moved without wind.

The werewolf's body was once again imprisoned in the air by the magic power, and the boy swung it with one hand.

Repeat the same trick, throwing the opponent's body towards the boulder next to him.

Boom!

Cracks appeared in the boulder, and the werewolf fell to the ground weakly, and after groaning twice, he actually stood up again, but he could only walk towards Mobai step by step with his body covered in bruises.

Gee.

The young man scoffed unhappily. This brutal method of directly using magic power to suppress is not only extremely rough, but also consumes a lot of magic power, and has no combat aesthetics at all.

Now he is like a well-trained special soldier who can only fight with wooden sticks. Although he can kill the enemy as well, he is just very uncomfortable.

I found that I really lack a magic spell that can cause physical damage...

It would be great if there was a spell that could cut off the opponent's limbs.

"Why don't you just kill him, you should be able to do it?"

A cold female voice suddenly sounded, and he turned his head to find that the surrounded woman was leaning against a tree and looking at him, the wound on her leg was still bleeding.

Mo Bai pursed his lips in displeasure, "I want to ask why they didn't break into Hogwarts from a thousand miles away, and who is behind it."

He tried Soul Reaper, but the other party's thoughts were all filled with anger, and he couldn't read any useful information at all, which almost made him uneasy.

We can only destroy him and try again when the other party is dying.

"I know, you can ask me."

Mo Bai raised his eyebrows, this woman said earlier, and let him waste so much effort to cook this guy.

He walked directly towards the woman, and at the same time, a trace of blue flame emerged from his fingertips, and he threw it behind him without turning his head.

The flame that seemed to be extinguished by blowing directly pierced the air and shot at the werewolf. The moment it touched the werewolf, it seemed to encounter gasoline, and instantly ignited it into a blue torch.

The werewolf's face was terrified, but he couldn't extinguish it no matter how he rushed, he could only turn into a piece of coke amidst the wailing.

The flame was still burning, illuminating the boy's side face. The woman watched him squatting halfway in front of her with a smile on her face, and the flame was lit again at her fingertips. Her voice was soft but without any emotion.

"Now, tell me everything you know."

Five minutes later, Bai Yu sat on the stump and took a sip from the teacup.

"So, you are a vampire? You chased to the Forbidden Forest in order to hunt werewolves, but you were ambushed instead?"

"Bloodlines."

The woman retorted coldly, at this time she was bandaging the wound on her leg.

"Then why didn't your wound heal on its own? I heard that vampires have a strong ability to heal themselves."

"They use silver-plated bullets, and the bodies of werewolves and vampires are allergic to silver."

Mo Bai snorted, and drank the red tea again, "You just said that the werewolf got a tip from somewhere that Dumbledore was not at Hogwarts, so he dared to come to the school and try to kidnap the wizard?"

The woman nodded, "Dumbledore's name is well known even to us. If he is in school, it would be a dare to lend these filthy werewolves to break into Hogwarts."

"Do you know where this news came from?"

The female vampire shook her head, "I don't know, but they don't know either. In the werewolf group, they can only be regarded as middle-level cadres, and they only obey the orders of the leader."

Mo Bai looked at the amber-like tea in the cup, frowning and thinking.

These werewolves came to abduct the little wizard while Old Deng was away. If he hadn't happened to meet today, there would be no comprehensive monitoring by Dumbledore.

Maybe they will really sneak away a few little wizards while the students are free to move around while the professors are not paying attention.

When the time comes to retreat into the dark and complicated Forbidden Forest, maybe Old Deng will not be able to find them even if he comes in person.

So, how could the outside world know that Old Dengtou was not at school?

He thought of the two people outside the hut not long ago, a middle-aged man and Lucius Malfoy, who were with Old Dengtou.

Most of the news has something to do with them.

By the way, a boy wearing a blindfold and a mysterious and powerful deacon beside him suddenly appeared in his mind.

The two seem to be investigating human trafficking as well.

It seems that he can't do it anymore, the other party has provoked him for the second time.

Just as he was frowning and thinking, the woman was also secretly observing him.

This boy looked to be in his teens, but he was able to play with several werewolves in his palm.

She appears to be in her 20s, but her birth dates back centuries.

In her long life, she has also met many wizards, but she has never seen a wizard who can easily defeat a werewolf at this age.

Moreover, judging from the opponent's posture just now, killing himself seems to be just a thought.

Thinking of this, she secretly gripped the pistol tightly.

"By the way, I haven't asked your name yet."

The boy's voice came, and the woman looked sideways. The boy was looking at him with a soft smile.

"Selene."

puff.

The woman frowned and looked at the boy who was holding back his laughter, her blue pupils were icy cold.

"What are you laughing at? Is my name funny?"

The teenager waved his hand, "It's nothing, you remind me of a 'friend'."

Selene is actually a very beautiful name. It is a noble and beautiful goddess of the moon in ancient Greek mythology.

However, Mo Bai has a pet that is a bird and snake, and Hermione named her Luna by coincidence.

Luna, in ancient Roman mythology, is also the name of the goddess of the moon.

Thinking that the name of the vampire in front of him and his pet have the same meaning, Mo Bai wanted to laugh for no reason.

But Selene kept looking at him with unkind eyes, and he coughed twice.

"Selene, I want to ask you a question."

"How can I be sure you're not lying to me?"

The young man's fingertips ignited flames again, Selene's heart sank, and her fingers holding the pistol gradually tightened.