Hogwarts: Slytherin Kiss

The cold and dazzling green light hit 'Sissel', and his body that was trying to get up immediately lost its vitality. His expression was stiff and his pupils were dilated as he stared into the void.

After a moment of silence, the bar suddenly started to boil.

There were screams one after another, chairs scraping against the floor, and glasses clinking against each other.

Everyone was fleeing the place where fighting and death broke out.

A beam of light came over, and Indra, who was running towards the corner and planning to apparate, immediately waved her wand to block it.

It was the old elf at the bar, screaming and pointing at Indra, "Get her, get her!"

Fortunately, I quite like chatting with you!

With a bang, the house elf was knocked away, and the various wine bottles in the treasure cabinet behind him were shattered, and the air was filled with a stronger smell of alcohol.

Several uniformed men burst out from behind the bar with wands and fired spells at Indra.

Apparently it's the security here.

Indra quickly bent down and hid behind the table. The wine bottles and goblets on the table continued to explode into pieces and splashed around.

A few slight bangs were barely audible in the chaotic bar, and then a harsh and hoarse voice rang out.

"Where! Where is she?!"

The werewolf has arrived.

Indra released an iron armor spell, and all the spells that were shot were bounced back.

The chandelier on the ceiling was hit by the rebounding spell and fell down between the two parties, making a heavy shattering sound, flashing twice and then turning off.

The bar fell into darkness, with only a few candles and lamps still lit.

Indra immediately apparated.

An extremely fast shadow jumped over, its green, bloodshot eyes filled with desire and violence.

A hand with dirty yellow nails dipped into a thick fog that twisted and pulled away quickly.

A huge force pulled Indra back, and the werewolf grabbed her satchel!

Forest of Dean! To the Forest of Dean!

Indra thought of this, the first place on her journey, with a burst of will and determination.

In the silent forest, two people suddenly fell out of thin air and fell to the ground.

As soon as Indra emerged from the Apparition, she quickly bent down and twisted out from under the strap of the fire dragon leather bag.

Then she immediately turned around, pointed her wand at the person she hadn't seen clearly, and said loudly, "Thunderbolt——"

Greyback actually knocked the wand out of Indra's hand with a wave of his hand, and his sharp and hard nails left several bloody wounds on the back of her hand.

After the wand came off, Indra's face showed a little shock, and then he felt the burning pain.

Greyback suddenly reached out and grabbed the crimson hair around Indra's neck and pulled her back, forcing her to raise her head and laughed, "Girl, you wizards are no match for werewolves in close combat."

Indra staggered and groaned in pain. His amber eyes stared at Greyback with trembling eyes, mixed with panic, disgust and anger.

The smell of dirt, sweat, and blood on him combined to create a sickening smell.

Calm down, calm down, Greyback will not kill himself now...

"Ah - so beautiful, the thin skin and tender meat must be delicious..." Greyback looked at Indra's face, grinning with yellowed fangs, and his tone gradually became low and salivating.

He put his wand back into his pocket, took out a newspaper, shook it out, and said happily, "-Let me see first which mudblood you are on the bounty order, and then I will decide when to bite you-"

Indra's face paled slightly, and she quickly glanced at the ground.

The blackthorn wand fell to the ground not far away, its dark color inconspicuous in the mud covered with fallen leaves.

She could have called it back at any time, but Greyback was faster than she was.

Greyback's sight was briefly blocked by the newspaper, and he couldn't see the wand floating silently from the ground not far away.

This is a perfect opportunity.

Indra had one hand behind her back and managed to grab her wand when Greyback spoke.

"With an oriental face, you can only be Indra Mondsese. But shouldn't you have red hair and cast a clever magic on yourself? Do you think you can escape our eyes? You are too naive..."

An owl suddenly swooped down from mid-air, scratching Greyback's face violently with its claws, and flapping its long wings to cover his sight.

It was Harricon, who flew out of the fire dragon's skin bag to save his master.

"Fuck! Get out of here, stupid bird!"

Greyback roared, loosening his grip on the newspaper and waving his owl.

Indra quickly pointed the wand at him, and Harricon whined and was swatted away by Greyback.

A silent faint hit Greyback quickly, and he went limp and fell down immediately.

Several hairs of Indra were pulled painfully, and she immediately ran to Harricon on the ground. With a wave of her wand, the fire dragon leather bag returned to her hand.

"Xiaoha! Are you okay..."

Indra checked the owl's injuries and found that one of its wings was broken, its feathers were messy, and its head was beaten.

With anger rising in his heart, Indra glanced coldly at Greyback, but met a pair of bloodshot and red eyes in horror.

Greyback didn't know when he woke up and was rushing toward him, his human body bending into the shape of a wolf.

Why being passed out didn't work for him...

Indra only had time to think about this problem before he was thrown to the ground.

Greyback made a beast-like growling sound that was somewhere between a human and a wolf, and furiously bit down on Indra's face.

Indra's face turned pale and he screamed. He held the wand in his hand with both hands and stabbed it out before he could cast a spell.

The hard blackthorn wand penetrated deeply into Greyback's throat. The ferocious expression on his face was still fixed, but his eyes were blank, as if he didn't understand what was happening.

Indra closed her eyes reflexively, and blood splashed on her pale cheeks, like red plums falling in the snow.

The werewolf struggled and fell to the side, a strangled gurgling sound coming from his throat.

Indra panted rapidly, got up from the ground with a pale face, took out a bottle of explosive fluid from the fire dragon leather bag and held it tightly in his hand.

Greyback's long, curved-nailed hands scratched at his neck, and then he pulled out his wand.

He probably forgot that it wasn't a full moon night, and he wasn't a full-blown werewolf that only silver weapons could kill.

After the magic wand belonging to Indra was pulled out, blood poured out from his neck, which was still human, and soon flowed all over the ground.

Indra stared at Greyback closely, moved over and quickly picked up her wand on the ground before stepping away.

She looked at the blood dripping on it and murmured in disbelief, "Merlin's beard...Merlin's beard..."