A certain Hogwarts wizard

At night, in a quiet forest somewhere in western England.

In the dim night shrouded by lush branches and leaves, there was a green light flashing like fireflies, and it was the wolf's eyes that were shining with a ferocious light.

A dozen black wolves with sharp fangs and fierce eyes were hiding in the jungle. They slightly bent their hind legs and lowered their front bodies, as if they were ready to pounce on and tear apart their prey.

The quiet forest, the bright moonlight, and the branches and leaves reflect the terrifying atmosphere of the dark night forest.

A slender young man, wearing a dragon skin vest and carrying a long sword on his waist, was walking alone on the forest path. His long black hair was tied into a ponytail, and a few strands of hair on his forehead were gently blown by the breeze. As he passed by, his handsome face and delicate facial features looked a little hazy in the moonlight, and his pair of black pupils shone like stars in the night.

The silhouette of a giant wolf suddenly appeared in the depths of the forest. A long and continuous howling came from the originally quiet jungle. A dozen black wolves not far away in front of the boy also howled, making noises in the dark night. It shook the whole country and was horrifying to hear.

The young man stopped, carefully pulled out his long sword, moved his body slightly forward, and looked for traces of the wolves.

Among the wolves hiding in the jungle, the hind legs at the front were slightly bent, and the front legs were stretched forward, in a posture of diving forward, with a faint fierce light in their green eyes.

With a wolf howl, the pack of wolves rushed out of the jungle and headed straight for the boy.

Although the young man was frightened, he crouched down slightly, bent his legs slightly, and rushed towards the wolves like a cannonball. The long sword in his hand was swung out, and a white light flashed across the front. A black wolf, with dark red blood flowing from its throat.

More than a dozen wolves from behind also swooped in. The young man retreated while fighting. Sometimes he raised the long sword in his hand and scratched the softest belly of the wolf. Sometimes he thrust forward, and the tip of the sword penetrated the open mouth ready to bite. inside.The wolves gradually circled around the boy. From time to time, some of them stretched out their sharp claws and crossed in front of the boy, but without exception, their claws were cut off.

The young man looked calm, and with his moves, the sharp blade in his hand either scratched the necks of the wolves or cut off their claws. The figure dodging the attacks of the wolves scurried back and forth nimbly. Under the illumination of the moonlight, It shows a picture of dancing with wolves.

"Ow~"

With the last wailing sound, more than a dozen fragmented wolf corpses lay on the ground in front of the boy.

"Pa bang bang." A burst of applause came from deep in the forest.

"Cornet White, you are worthy of being a member of the White family. Even your father may not be as good as you at this age in terms of swordsmanship." A man in ragged clothes, with a skinny figure, a pale face, but a ferocious gaze emerged from Came out of the dark jungle.

Cornette pursed his lips tightly, breathing a little quickly, and a few drops of sweat slipped from the high bridge of his nose. He clenched the sword in his hand, and his eyes followed the man's footsteps and landed on the man's face.

"Werewolf Stern?" the young man said indifferently.

Stern looked down at the wolf carcass on the ground, stretched out his tongue and licked his lips, grinned, showing his black and yellow teeth, he suddenly raised his head and stared at the boy, put away his disgusting smile, and still stared ferociously. The boy raised his bandaged right hand in front of his face, "Yes, yes, it's me, my Master Konite."

"Oh, werewolves, what a disgusting creature!" Cornette thought in his heart.

Ever since he came to this world, when he was still an infant, Cornette had a deep hatred for werewolves. He would never forget the scene of that night ten years ago when these filthy creatures killed his parents.

"What? Olaf, aren't you going to come out and meet your old friends?" Stern said suddenly and harshly.

In the dark forest behind Konite, there was a sound of armor clashing, and a tall, two-meter strong man wearing white armor and holding a giant sword appeared in the moonlight.

The strong man's eyes fell on Stern, and he rubbed the young man's head with his palms. "Cornet, you did a good job. Let me handle the rest."

Cornette shook his head, "I was just warming up. I'm just a werewolf without a wand. Let me try the results of these years of training!"

Olaf looked down at the young man who only reached his abdomen, pondered for a moment and said, "Don't be brave. Although he has no wand, tonight is the night of the full moon, and the werewolf is not a little stronger after transforming on the night of the full moon." Two o'clock."

Konite nodded, clenched the long sword in his hand, and looked at the werewolf Stern with a mocking look on his face, with a trace of hatred in his deep pupils.

"Don't forget, Olaf, I am more than just a knight."

Olaf was stunned for a moment, then suddenly laughed boldly and said, "Go, little Corny, just let me see it."

Konite nodded, and instead held the sword with both hands, with the tip of the sword touching the ground. A sun appeared under his feet as the center, surrounded by three overlapping square frames. The moon wheel was located in the east, and there were runes on the edge. Magic circle with runes and kanji.

A card of unknown material suddenly appeared in front of Cornit. The back of the card reflected a magic circle. On the front, there was a silver chain wrapped around a slender sword.

【Sword Card——(THESWORD)】

[Symbol: true search, reward, sometimes destructive power]

[Introduction: The magic wand itself becomes a sword, and its power depends on the magic of the user's heart]

"The card that hides mysterious power, show your true power in front of me - the seal is lifted!"

Cornette held the long sword and tapped it lightly. As a burst of golden light flashed, the sword in his hand turned into an exquisite long sword with a silver dragon coiled around the hilt, silver wings on the guard, and a faint cold light on the sword body. .

"Stern, let's count your sins!" Cornette said softly.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, is this your magic? Nondescript transformation? Or that unknown light and shadow magic?" Stern looked sarcastic, but his eyes became obviously serious.

Stern looked up at the full moon in the night sky. With a shrill wolf howl, his originally skinny body quickly expanded. Thick bristles grew on his body, his hands turned into black claws, and his back was high. It has a high bulge and the head turns into a slender and ugly wolf head.

"Ouch~woo~" The shrill wolf howl sounded again in the night-shrouded forest.

Stern's irrational and bloodthirsty eyes stared closely at Olaf and Cornit.

Cornit took a step forward with his left foot, holding the long sword in both hands and raising it in front of him, with his body slightly bowed, while Olaf stood behind Cornit in case of any eventuality.

Stern, who had transformed into a werewolf, was no longer rational and ran towards Cornit with all four limbs on the ground. Cornit jumped up and swung his sword towards Stern who was leaning down from the air.

The sharp blade of the sword slashed across the werewolf's body. The hair that was originally immune to most physical attacks and magical attacks was cut open by the sword, revealing a bloody sword mark on his chest.

The injured werewolf became more bloodthirsty. He stretched out his claws regardless, ready to tear the boy in front of him. His speed became more agile after the transformation. The violent power made Cornit dare not take a hard blow. Cornit could only Can keep dodging with the help of trees in the jungle.

The werewolf didn't care, and the trees were torn out with claw marks by his sharp claws. Cornette calmly held the sword, grabbed the gap and greeted the werewolf, sometimes stabbing the werewolf's thick thigh, sometimes leaping high and slashing. He crossed the werewolf's chest and kept changing positions in the woods. Occasionally he went around behind him and slashed at the werewolf's back several times.

The violent werewolf was teased by the kid in front of him, but under the moonlight, although the number of injuries on his body continued to increase, he still maintained extraordinary physical strength.

A fierce fight was going on in the forest, and as his physical strength declined, Konite was also scratched by branches and stones thrown out by the werewolf's ferocious attack. Occasionally, he was unable to dodge, and his chest was torn apart by sharp claws. .

During the fierce battle, Konite was careless for a moment, and the figure that was originally dodging was hit to the ground by the werewolf's waving arm.

Seeing that the werewolf was about to pounce in front of Cornit, Cornit, who originally held the sword in both hands, held the sword in his right hand instead. His left hand reached into the pocket of his clothes and took out a yellow talisman.

Cornette held the talisman with the index and middle fingers of his left hand and stood it in front of his chest, injecting the few remaining magic powers in his body into it, muttering something in his mouth, and then shouted loudly:

"Order, the God of Fire summons!"

After the magic power was injected into the talisman, it turned into a fireball and hit the werewolf's head.