Chapter 1111 One Person’s War

How many werewolf attacks can an adult wizard resist without the use of sharp fire?

This is one of the simulated scenes during the daily training of black wizards. Perhaps Avada Kedavra and Stunning Curse, these spells can help a wizard quickly end the battle against a few werewolves.

But when the number of enemies increases exponentially, these powerful spells become less effective.

Hurricane spell, clear water like spring spell, weather spell, snowball spell, freezing spell, expansion spell...

Gilderoy Lockhart calmly cast the spells one by one.

Charms at Hogwarts does not delve into the relationship between spells.

Whether it is Professor Flitwick or the Charms professor earlier, their duty is to teach students how to successfully cast individual spells. This requirement alone almost occupies the Charms class. Most of the energy of professors.

As for the combination and matching of spells, another subject should be responsible for it at Hogwarts: Defense Against the Dark Arts.

Or to be more precise, it should be Magic Combat, the predecessor of Defense Against the Dark Arts.

Unfortunately, due to various historical reasons in the wizarding world, these inheritances have disappeared in Hogwarts for nearly a hundred years.

“Magic is not a hot stone, and a wizard is not a curly baboon wielding a stick and hurling stones at his enemies.”

Professor Flitwick once said this, but the students, including Lockhart, did not understand the meaning of this sentence at the time.

In fact, even the elite Aurors in the Ministry of Magic, most of them failed to understand the meaning of this sentence - just like Grindelwald's dueling skills in the hall of Hogwarts a few months ago, real wizards and There is an unimaginably huge gap between the "magic launchers".

"Clear water like a spring!"

"Weather spell - snowfall!"

Looking at the three werewolves howling and rushing towards him on the left, Lockhart clicked the wand in his left hand and whispered softly.

Different from the sound of his incantation, a turbulent water column poured out from the tip of his wand, stopping the werewolves' pace.

Immediately afterwards, the scattered water droplets and the clear water stained in the werewolf's hair condensed and cooled instantly, quickly turning into snowflakes visible to the naked eye.

The more critical point is that with the release of the snowfall spell, the clear water column began to condense and gather as it rotated, and in an instant it turned into a giant snowball that was advancing rapidly, rolling condescendingly towards the bottom of the wooden house, enveloping it. The three werewolves crashed into the distance together.

The snowball rolled further and further, like a monster, constantly devouring all the werewolves in its path, and finally hit a tree a hundred meters away and turned into a snowdrift.

The power of a spell does not depend on the loudness of the voice; the strength of the spell comes from the belief and clear willpower of the caster.

Tonight's magical confrontation may be the longest and most difficult trial in his life. He must save his energy as much as possible. This is also the second knowledge Lockhart has learned from the Destiny Group, and the first knowledge Then...

"AK-47... coming!"

Lockhart said softly, pointing casually towards the shadow not far away.

The Ak-47s scattered beside the wooden house seemed to be pulled by invisible threads, and fell into Lockhart's hands along a graceful curve.

Looking at the werewolves on the right who were about to pounce in front of him, Lockhart shrugged apologetically and said calmly.

"Sorry, times have changed—"

Deep in the Armenian forest, a burst of violent gunfire suddenly rang out amidst the howls of wolves.

The muzzle of this automatic rifle, known as the "King of Infantry," spit out tongues of fire, and 7.62mm steel-core bullets poured like a torrential rain toward the ferocious werewolves ahead.

Amidst the splash of blood, the powerful force of the bullets swept down the first four werewolves in an instant.

At this time, the werewolves stuck in the snowdrift not far away were still struggling to get out of the mud and snowdrift.

It is true that as a high-risk creature defined as XXXXX level by the Ministry of Magic, the werewolf after wolf transformation has certain magic resistance and physical resistance.

But after all, they are just werewolves with high attack speed and high speed, not horned beasts or fire dragons.

The 7.62mm bullets produced by Soviet military factories can easily penetrate their skin. It may not be enough to kill them, but it can definitely make them lose their combat effectiveness in a short time.

The surrounding wooden piles were hit by bullets, making a rustling sound, mixed with the shrill howls of the werewolves.

Click, click, click—

As a rookie shooter who had fired live ammunition less than ten times, Lockhart didn't know what three consecutive bursts of fire were.

Within seconds, Lockhart had emptied an entire rifle magazine.

And the result of this fire suppression was also very obvious-the werewolves that rushed from the right side all fell to the ground in pain, rolling and twitching.

With the werewolves' super healing ability, the bullets couldn't kill them, but they were enough to buy Lockhart a few minutes of breathing time.

Of course, the premise is...if there are only a few werewolves...

Werewolves after wolf transformation are extremely sensitive to magic. They are afraid of fire and powerful magic, but physical damage is obviously not among them.

As Lockhart emptied the magazine, the muzzle of the gun flashing with the aura of death was temporarily silenced. The nearly a hundred werewolves surrounding the young wizard let out a series of terrifying howls, and then once again surrounded him from all directions...

Wolves are never afraid of lone prey.

"Inflating!"

"Ventus (hurricane coming)!"

Lockhart turned his wand and moved it quickly towards the werewolves swarming behind him.

A pale yellow light flashed in mid-air, and the group of werewolves quickly expanded like balloons.

The ensuing wind pushed them back effortlessly, and the clearing seemed to suddenly transform into a large bowling alley.

The werewolves hit by the inflatable spell rolled and hit the werewolves further behind, knocking them all to the ground.

And when they struggled to get up, the wet ground below suddenly became sticky.

A small swamp appeared in the woodland.

"16, 17——"

Lockhart counted softly and flicked his wand.

Another automatic rifle flew not far away.

Immediately afterwards, crazy tongues of fire bloomed from Lockhart's hands again.

If magic is Lockhart's biggest reliance tonight, then the light and heavy firepower left by the werewolves in the forest glade is the other half of the confidence that supports his determination to stay and snipe the werewolves - you know, Romulus alone The "kidnappers" had more than ten firearms.

As an adult wizard who is close to thirty years old, his magic power is not comparable to that of those little guys who are still in school.

Theoretically, as long as he controlled the switching of spell casting rhythm and attack frequency as much as possible, he had a chance to last until midnight.

"Collapsed——"

Lockhart quickly threw away the gun in his hand and pointed the wand in his hand.

The next moment, the werewolf who flew towards him during his misfire was shot away like a rag doll.

Even before the full moon night, he and other werewolf wizards strengthened the house and used shaping magic to turn the previous "torture chamber" into a stable temporary firepower point mixed with wood and earth, but they still could not change the three situations he faced. The situation on the one hundred and sixty degree front.

Maybe the werewolves could fall countless times, but for Lockhart, once a werewolf gets close to him for more than two seconds, it's all over.

"call……"

Lockhart let out a breath.

He looked around at the dark shadows that seemed to remain unchanged in number.

One versus a hundred, and facing a group of crazed werewolves on a full moon night.

This scene is so spectacular that he wouldn't even dare to write it in a novel. If he writes this outrageous plot, he will definitely be scolded by readers.

"Clear water like a spring!"

"Snowball!"

"The heavy machine gun is coming!"

"The ground is freezing and the sky is freezing!"

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Meanwhile, the Hyperion.

"I said...jump to Lockhart's location immediately..."

"I'm very sorry, dear Miss Fool..."

Grindelwald shrugged his shoulders, not paying any attention to the little witch's clenched fists, and spoke calmly and softly.

"I still say the same thing. This is a war that belongs to Mr. Lockhart alone. The Hyperion cannot and should not appear in front of those werewolves. If you are willing to listen to us for five minutes to explain, maybe it will be better than directly It would be wiser to fight on the bridge..."

"So can I understand that you hijacked my ship?" Elena said softly and indifferently.

"Of course not, it's just that there are still some passengers who haven't boarded the ship..."

Not far away, Dumbledore unexpectedly put down his wand and said gently.

"Mr. The Hanged Man created an excellent opportunity. We should consider how to get the most value from his efforts, right?"

A group of goblins and wizards gathered quietly on the other side, looking uneasily at the three major arcana who were at war with each other.

Elena, blessed by the "Valkyria" armor, is a Valkyrie in the true sense.

If she chooses to fight the other two old wizards here, regardless of winning or losing, this Hyperion will probably fall for the first time anyway.

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Great!