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Calculated mentally and unintentionally, Wolff, the werewolf leader, was knocked unconscious and subdued without any surprise.

Hughes took advantage of the situation and cast another levitating spell, catching Wolff to prevent him from making any more noise, and placed him on the table with his magic hands.

"Perfect!"

He climbed into the tent and searched around to see if he could find some useful intelligence information.

Just then a werewolf walked in, because every hour, the patrol status must be reported to the leader of the night watch.

"who are you?"

When the unknown werewolf saw the leader lying on the table and letting strangers search the tent, he immediately realized that something was wrong.

Hughes quickly hit the ground and fell unconscious. Unfortunately, his opponent was a werewolf, and his body reacted very quickly. He rolled to the ground to avoid his attack.

He shouted at the top of his lungs: "Enemy attack, enemy attack!"

He didn't have time to draw out the wand. He raised his hands and kicked his legs, and rushed forward, trying to capture the enemy.

Hughes turned around and tried to hide, but just barely.

The opponent didn't completely miss and grabbed his legs.

When Hughes fell, he knocked over a coffee table, and the cups on it were scattered all over the floor.

It's too late, it's too soon.

The patrol team not far away heard the sound and came over.

Hughes was so anxious that he knew that he couldn't have a stalemate here, otherwise he would be surrounded by the opponent.

Although he is very confident in his magic, a gentleman does not stand behind a wall!

Under the influence of his innate wisdom, Hughes's brain was running rapidly. After thinking for so long, the outside world only passed less than a second.

Hughes was cruel and smashed the enemy holding his legs to pieces.

The opponent was unable to dodge and was hit by the spell. He let go of his hand after screaming.

Hughes quickly got up, ignoring the search, dragging the unconscious Wolfov with his magic hand and ran out of the tent.

He clicked the flying spell twice with his wand and jumped into the air a second before the patrol team pounced on him.

The magic hand carried the sleeping prisoner, and the two of them moved like fish to dodge the incoming spells.

After Xius raised the altitude, the patrol team put down their wands and gritted their teeth in anger.

Hanging high in the sky.

Hughes was debating whether to fight back or not.

What had been a perfect infiltration turned into a panicked escape, causing an unknown fire to break out in his heart.

Unfortunately, as a good and lawful party, Hughes was not sure that these people were enemies until there was no conclusive evidence.

Hughes claims to be not a Madonna, but he is not a murderous evildoer either.

But people don't have the desire to kill wolves, but wolves have the desire to kill humans.

The patrol team did not know that Hughes was the target of their trip, but this did not prevent them from trying to kill this offending enemy.

A werewolf who was a Quidditch enthusiast, after seeing Hughes flying away, immediately returned to his tent, took out a broomstick and distributed it to several teammates.

The patrol team chased him again.

Hughes, who had just pressed his murderous intention, saw the other party trying every possible means to pursue him, and the evil fire in his heart rekindled.

"Since you're going to die on the pole, wouldn't it look like I'm ungrateful if I don't give you a ride?"

Hughes concentrated and calmed down, and used the magic power in an orderly manner. The front end of the wand began to emit a faint light. This was a manifestation of the magic power condensing and then compressing to a certain extreme.

The light seemed to set the air on fire.

Hughes shouted, "The flames are blazing~~"

This fierce fire spell shot out a blazing blue glowing fire with great force.

The chasing team was instantly engulfed in flames, and screams resounded throughout the entire wolf camp.

Looking down from above, the camp was suddenly brightly lit and wolves appeared like ants.

All the werewolves looked up at the sky, and this mirror image made them forget to breathe.

"Damn it Fak'er!"

This situation made Hughes chant the emotional particles.

It would be too late for something to happen. Hughes cast the invisibility spell on his body and flew away quietly.

Late at night, about five o'clock, Hughes captured a prisoner.

Tonight, he will activate the secret room in the suitcase, and he must know all the information.

Approaching the manor, Hughes heard Team Decker talking on the phone.

"This is Team B, please answer if you hear me."

"Captain, there's movement. Something flew over from the woods!"

"Copy that. It's just a gust of wind. Continue to be vigilant and guard the garden behind."

Dyke cleared the alarm and allowed Team A to continue patrolling.

After putting down the communicator, he fell silent.

He wanted to be alone for a while.

Because, he just saw Hughes dragging a person and suddenly appeared on the balcony. It was either a rhetorical technique or a literal meaning.

He swore that he was not hallucinating and that he was awake.

Hughes didn't mind at all that Deke discovered his secret, but walked into the room with a cold face.

Violently stuffing Wolff into the suitcase, he didn't care about the bruised back of his head.

There are many rooms in Suitcase's laboratory, one of which he classified as a secret room, which is full of materials and output items for studying the soul.

After casting a few spells as insurance, Wolfov was thrown to the ground and began to rummage through the boxes.

There are thorn whips, burning candles, irritating venom, love potion, itching powder, confusion potion, love water...

There is even a rare and powerful magical item like the Pensieve.

Hughes wakes Wolfoff up.

"Sigh~~~"

The pain came from the back of his head, causing Wolfov to inhale.

He subconsciously wanted to raise his hand to rub the back of his head, but found that he was tied to a chair and could not move.

"This is where?"

He thought in confusion when he woke up.

Hughes walked up to him, "Are you awake?"

"Who are you?" Wolfov asked nervously.

He had been taking a nap in the tent before, but when he woke up again he was in a strange place.

Looking at this posture, he secretly wondered, what on earth had he experienced during this period?

"Please clarify the situation, sir. Obviously, this is not your time to ask questions. I ask you to answer. I also suggest that you don't refuse. Do you see these things? You don't want to try me using them on you. All over again."

Wolff fell silent sensibly.

"Question [-]: What is your name?"

He didn't mind answering such an insignificant question: "Wolwow."

"Wolwulf? Wolf Warrior?"

"Question [-]: Where are you wizards from?"

"Wizard?" Wolfov tilted his head in confusion. He thought to himself: "You don't know anything, so you kidnap me. Is it so reckless?"

For more than twenty years, every minute and every second, he hated his werewolf identity. He was unwilling to reiterate his sadness and responded to Hughes's questions in silence.

Seeing this, Hughes's face became even colder and he didn't talk nonsense. He turned around and put on his leather gloves, picked up the bottle of itching powder, and sprinkled a little on Wolfov's chest.

The powder was instantly absorbed by the skin. After a few seconds, Wolfov regretted pretending to be a tough guy with a hammer, "What a sin!"

"I said, I said anything, stop this as soon as possible."

"There's no way to stop it. Itching powder is a highly effective powder that acts directly on the nerves."

"How about this potion? In order to verify the impact of objective physiological reactions on subjective consciousness, it is a pity that there has never been a good experimental subject."

Hughes pursed his lips: "What a bastard. I said you would regret letting me use these potions."

"When the itching reaches a certain level, it is a punishment more terrifying than death."

Wolfov wished he could have a knife cut through his chest, but unfortunately he could do nothing.

The subsequent series of interrogations made him feel that being physically strong was a vicious curse.

Hughes looked at the angry prisoner and didn't feel guilty.

On the contrary, he was so angry that he would react in anger. In his extreme anger, he didn't notice his strange expression.

"These pure-blood families are looking for death!"

As soon as Wolfov regained his breath, he saw the devil-like Hughes again, his eyes full of fear.

"I really regret that I didn't use all my strength to burn you bastards to death."

His enemy is my hero.

Compared to Wolff's fear, Hughes was more worried about his family's safety.

"How can we allow others to snore on the side of the bed! This group of werewolves must be eliminated as soon as possible."