Chapter 1231

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For thousands of years, vampires have been sinking in constant battles.

There are paladins who talk about justice, and there are archbishops who talk about God's love for the world, but the relationship between wizards as a group is relatively friendly.

But no matter what kind of person, in the past three hundred years, Trevor has never seen such a person who runs away at the slightest disagreement. One second, he was just and said that he wanted to have a duel of the century with you until death, and The next second, this man quickly escaped after catching the explosion of the cursed attack.

This gave Trevor an illusion that was almost trance-like.

Who am I, where am I, what do I want to do?

This made the old vampire a little angry, and even the dragon blood he drank yesterday started to stir in his body.

"Kill him for me!"

From a distance, this was the most angry sentence Fanlin heard from Trevor.

Fan Lin had long thought about retreating and fighting more than a dozen vampires, and it was still in such a dark environment, even if there was no brain problem.

The magic power of the magic stone continuously supplies Fanlin's magic power.

If he wanted to fly, Fanlin couldn't manifest his body anytime and anywhere like Voldemort.

For a moment, the originally pitch-black night sky brightened slightly, and the magical body exuded a silver-white light and galloped eastward. Then, following the silver-white stream of light, fourteen blood-red figures appeared in the air. Afterimages after another.

In the end, Trevor divided out three people to deal with Hermione and the others, but this was the best result for Fan Lin.

When you return to the Burrow, there will naturally be some resistance. It is not difficult to leave a few vampires behind. As for now, it is obviously more suitable to find their old enemies.

The arms manifested, and without any pause, one spell after another hindered the vampire's approach.

This is indeed a very strenuous thing. Even with the support of the magic stone, Fan Lin still feels waves of emptiness while blocking the pain.

The collision of a large amount of magic power was like setting off a dazzling fireworks show in the sky. It was just a pair of fourteen. Even if Fan Lin hit his spirit, it was inevitable that some magic spells still broke through his defense.

"It's really bad!" Fan Lin paused, and then his entire body appeared, leaving a black burn mark on his shoulders, which seemed to be spreading.

Helpless, he gently touched his left hand and sealed the injury with ice. Vampire magic is always very bad. Fortunately, Fan Lin's physique is different from ordinary people and he has certain control over blood. Otherwise, after receiving so many blows, It was inevitable to lose an arm like that Ye Qi.

One-armed wizard?

Fan Lin is not as calm as Professor Moody.

After gathering his mood, he looked at the vampire approaching at a fast speed. Inexplicably, Fan Lin's lips curled up into a smile.

"I hope you will follow closely." Fan Lin said to himself. With the sound of bursting air, Fan Lin's figure became distorted in the space, as if a black hole was formed in his abdomen. He had not had time to see clearly. , Fanlin disappeared in front of Trevor.

"mouse!"

"Lock him for me!" Trevor said, chasing after the magic wave left by Fan Lin's apparation.

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"The wizarding world seems to be unsettled!"

After drinking a little rum, Hopkins Owen suddenly felt much better. This was the most enjoyable time of the day. Life in the Knights was always tough. You must maintain a strong body, otherwise he would not be able to control it. This set of silver-white armor is on his body.

This is part of his strength, and he also has to be wary of the experienced juniors.

Knight Commander of the Holy See, this is definitely a profession that sounds very powerful.

Therefore, for Owen, when his daily patrol is over, returning to the tower and pouring a glass of rum is what he enjoys most.

"Yes, I heard that the wizard from more than ten years ago has made a comeback." A knight said, taking off his sword, the silver-white armor and the sword colliding with each other made a clanking sound.

"Hey, be careful, Tyler!" Owen yelled, "If your sword is scratching my armor, I think I might be about to leave something on your face."

"It can repair itself anyway, brother, relax." The man named Taylor said, casually hanging the sword on the wall, turned around and walked towards the wine cabinet.

"Hey, hey, put down my rum..." Owen shouted, waving his arms, and just as he was about to pounce, a knight in a hurry broke in.

"What's the matter?" Owen frowned, "Who is your leader?"

"I...I'm sorry, Knight Owen..." The knight's voice sounded a little immature, "I am Knight Wallison..."

"Very good, go back and order the punishment yourself!" Taylor said nonchalantly, taking off his armor. "Read the knight's code twice, and control your irritable personality."

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"So, are you hinting at me?" Owen wanted to say it loudly. Owen knew his partner very well.

Insinuation, this kind of thing is easy to do...

"So, what's the matter, trainee knight..." Owen said seriously, sweeping away the previous relaxation and dissatisfaction, but looking at him with a serious face.

"Reporting to Knight Owen, it's the Pope!" The knight stood at attention and said, "The Pope tells you to go to him and bring your armor and sword."

"Armor and sword?" Owen muttered, "I understand, you can leave, knight."

"Why does the Pope want you to do something interesting? Think about it, how long has it been since you received such an order? Ten years or twenty years?"

"This time may be related to the commotion in the wizarding world. As far as I know, a bunch of rats hiding in the dark are not restless."

"I'm not at ease. Why, that person has gathered the power of the dark world?"

"Oh, maybe, wasn't it like this in the past, werewolves, dementors, giants and undead..." Owen said quickly, "But someone solved it at that time, the one who fought against Grindelwald wizard."

"Dumbledore, an internationally renowned figure, but as far as I know, he did not survive. He was disarmed by one of his students and then betrayed by the men at Hogwarts. He is a sad figure..."

"If he is pathetic...forget it..." Owen shook his head, "We need to respect the strong, man, and wizards are obviously more worthy of fighting for than those heretics."

"Oh, it doesn't make any difference to me, Owen." Tyler drank the rum in his glass. "Wizards or whatever, that includes us."

"So, this is why you can only be my deputy, Tyler." Owen shook his head, "We need this power, faith makes us pure."

"It's quite pure. If you shave your head, maybe you will become better. Think about the former chief judge." Taylor said lazily, pushing the armor off the bed.

"Can't you be kind to it!" Owen felt helpless, and with a slight hook of his fingers, the armor that fell to the ground automatically flew to the hanger.

"Just think of it as helping you practice magic!"

"So this thing has to be smashed on the ground every day?"

"As long as it works, I don't have so many requirements. Besides, I might feel better without this thing. The instructions of a bunch of dead souls don't sound so good." (To be continued)