Raven's Claw at Hogwarts

Old Kent was absolutely right. Although he didn't mind his son torturing the horse's hoof, he would never allow his son to kill it directly.

You know, this is the last house elf in their family.

If it dies, the Kent family will become a low-class family without house elves in the future, which is something that old Kent will never tolerate.

Little Kent obviously knew this, so he waved his hand and actively dispersed his spell:

"Get out of here! You old loser!"

Ma Hoo kowtowed and left with tears in his eyes. Before leaving, he did not forget to wipe the floor that was wet with his tears again.

This made all the twilight vampires watching on the sidelines feel a chill.

Little Kent was obviously still angry. His fierce eyes glanced back and forth at everyone in the hall, as if he would get up and launch an attack at any time.

This made everyone present very uneasy, including Old Kent.

You must know that when little Kent goes crazy, his relatives will not recognize him. Even if it is his own father, he will attack without mercy.

"Cough cough cough!"

After coughing twice in embarrassment, Old Kent stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers.

Immediately afterwards, a beautiful girl with a graceful figure and long snow-white hair walked out from the corridor on the left side of the hall, also wearing a nightgown.

The girl twisted her waist and walked up to the Kents with a coquettish smile. At this moment, little Kent no longer looked angry as before. With an evil smile on his face, he reached out and took the girl into his arms.

This wasn't over yet. Little Kent didn't care at all that there were other people here, and directly put his hand into the girl's nightgown in front of his father and many vampires.

Little Kent's hands were not honest, but the white-haired girl didn't care. Instead, she hummed seductively in agreement.

Old Kent swallowed hard and tried not to look at the scene over there.

He bought this Veela as a toy from a slave trader after he came to the United States. This was also Old Kent's rare hobby. Over the years, he had played with almost all kinds of intelligent creatures. The reason why his descendants are so rare is partly because of this. Human energy is limited.

Of course, with so many seeds scattered, many will take root and sprout.

It's just that in the eyes of old Kent, none of those little sprouts were worthy of the name of Kent, so they were all humanely destroyed by him.

Old Kent is also very open-minded about sharing women with his son. After all, all intelligent beings are just toys in his eyes.

But thinking about it, I still feel a little unhappy watching my son play with him. You must know that due to the decline of their family, they only have this toy in the house now, which is not enough for the two of them to toss around.

Fortunately, their toy box will be getting a new addition soon...

Thinking this, Old Kent slowly turned his head and looked at the beautiful female vampire next to Carlisle.

There is no temperature in a vampire's body, and Old Kent couldn't help but get excited when he imagined the exciting feeling after entering.

The female vampire who was stared at by Old Kent felt a chill sweep through her body, and the malice in Old Kent's eyes was no longer concealed.

Perhaps he felt that his gaze was too direct. Old Kent coughed twice in embarrassment, then turned his gaze to Carlisle and said:

"Okay, Carlisle. Let's continue the previous topic. What were you going to say just now?"

Hearing this, vampire Carlisle lowered his head silently, his eyes falling on old Kent's scarred ancient wand inherited from the ancestors of the Kent family.

This is the power of the wizard!

Carlisle suddenly had such a sigh for some reason.

He knew very well that he actually had no right to refuse from the beginning.

Although they have lived here for hundreds of years and have become the nominal owners of this place, in fact, they are just a few crumbs leaked from the nails of the wizards. As long as the wizards want, they can He could take this land away at any time without caring about the feelings of himself and others. Even they themselves were just insignificant ants and property in the eyes of the wizards.

The Hundred Clans Contract, which was engraved on the wall of the Magic Congress hall and symbolized the equality of all living beings, was bullshit. Those Aurors and thugs would not provide them with so-called legal protection at all.

Now the only choice before him was to obey. He knew very well that as long as he dared to speak out half-heartedly, the two wizards sitting in front of him would raise their wands and kill him and others.

But is surrendering to the other party the right choice?

No, that's just slow death!

Judging from the behavior and attitude shown by the other party, you will not have a good life if you choose to submit to them!

Suddenly, the light in Carlisle's eyes was slowly dimming. Although the bonfire in the fireplace was still burning brightly, he felt like his body was falling into an ice cellar, and a feeling called despair was in his body. Gradually spread.

The silence continued, but Old Kent did not urge him. He just looked at Carlisle with a smile, showing great patience.

But this is just an illusion. The reason why Old Kent is so unhurried is just to appreciate the desperate expression on Carlisle's face at this moment. To him, this is simply the most beautiful scenery in the world.

But his son, Little Kent, had no such hobbies. When Carlisle remained silent for a long time, Little Kent went crazy instantly.

I saw him pushing away the Veela lying on top of him and roaring:

"You beasts are so stupid! I'll give you ten more seconds. If I don't get the answer I want in ten seconds, you all will die!"

As Little Kent's roar echoed in the wide hall, a large number of werewolves suddenly sprang out of the dark passages around the hall. They bared their fangs and stared at Carlisle and the others, and saliva continued to slip from their mouths. .

Seeing this, a wry smile flashed across Carlisle's face. The werewolves who had been in a hostile relationship with them for hundreds of years seemed to have completely surrendered to the wizards. Now they are probably at the end of their rope.

But are you and others really going to give in like this?

Carlisle couldn't help but look at the other young man sitting next to him.

Sensing Carlisle's gaze, Edward clenched his fists tightly.

Unlike Carlisle, who still had some fantasies about wizards, Edward gave up the idea of ​​becoming a vassal family from the first moment he met the Kents.

Because Edward possesses the extremely rare mind-reading talent among twilight vampires, through this ability, he can more clearly feel the violent, dirty and obscene thoughts in the hearts of the Kents and his son. His family's surrender to each other is simply seeking death.

Rather than being slowly tortured to death by the other party, it is better to fight with them!

Edward made a decision quickly. He gritted his teeth and shook his head heavily at Carlisle.

Seeing this, Carlisle's dim eyes lit up again. He took a deep breath and his expression gradually became firm.

On the other side, Old Kent shook his head regretfully.

"Kill them!"

A loud shout came out of little Kent's mouth, and then all the werewolves in the hall went berserk and rushed towards Carlisle and others at the long table.

Carlisle, Edward and others were not to be outdone, and stood up to prepare to face the enemy.

But just when the two parties were about to come into contact, a deafening explosion suddenly sounded. A bluestone wall in the castle hall was violently exploded, and large waves of flames and thick smoke quickly filled the air.

Everyone in the hall was shocked by this sudden scene, and then, five figures of different heights slowly emerged from the thick smoke, and at the same time, there were hard leather boots stepping on the stone slabs. crisp sound above.

As the footsteps gradually grew louder, Mike and others finally appeared in front of everyone.

I saw a warm smile on Mike's face, bowed slightly towards Old Kent in the center of the hall, and said in an unhurried tone:

"Good afternoon, Mr. Kent."

Looking at the warm and noble blond young man in front of them, the expressions of the Kents and his son suddenly changed.

Although they are in the United States, they are still concerned about the situation in the United States.

So not only did they know Mike, but they also knew very well how terrifying the name Mike Townley represented.

"Kill them!"

Old Kent screamed hysterically, his voice becoming shrill with extreme fear.

The werewolves who were still stunned reacted quickly after hearing this, and began to turn their guns and rush towards Mike and the others. The reason of these werewolves had obviously been swallowed up by madness, and they had become fearful.

"Dirty fool!"

Arthur murmured and turned into an afterimage and rushed out. A few shining sword lights suddenly appeared, and many blood flowers exploded in mid-air. The werewolves who led the charge whimpered and fell down. A faint smell of blood gradually filled the air.

Their deaths did not have the slightest impact on the morale of the werewolves, and the werewolves behind them still charged without fear of death.

However, not everything in this world can be accomplished with passion.

"Sword Dance!"

"Avada Kedavra!"

"The Divine Edge is Shadowless!"

"Thunderbolt explosion!"

…

For a time, swords were everywhere in the castle hall, and various magic spells kept appearing, harvesting the lives of the werewolves all the time. Under such a level of attack, those poor werewolves could not even fight back, they Even Arthur and others couldn't touch the corners of their clothes.

On the other side, relying on the werewolves to delay time, the Kents had already picked up their wands.

They knew very well that those werewolves alone could not deal with Mike Townley, who had gained great fame in the country, so they never thought about fighting Mike and others from the beginning.

"My son, come here quickly!"

Old Kent anxiously held his son in his arms, then raised his wand and drew a mysterious pattern in the air at an astonishing speed, while shouting:

"Apparate!"

Listening to his father reciting the magic spell, little Kent instinctively closed his eyes and hugged his father's waist tightly. He knew very well that it would be uncomfortable to travel through space later.

But a few seconds passed, and the expected violent spinning sensation did not appear.

Little Kent opened his eyes with a puzzled look on his face, only to see his father looking at his wand with a blank expression on his face, and still murmuring:

"This is impossible, this is impossible..."

"Nothing is impossible."

Mike's unhurried voice sounded again, but the difference from the beginning was that this time Mike's voice was closer.

Old Kent suddenly looked in the direction of the sound, and saw Mike, wearing a dark brown coat, leaning against the fireplace and looking at them with interest.

"This entire castle has been enchanted with anti-Apparition spells, so... you'd better just surrender and capture it."

Mike's words made Old Kent wake up suddenly. A trace of firmness suddenly flashed across his wrinkled face. He pushed his son away, and at the same time pressed his wand against his neck and yelled. :

"I know what you want! I'll give it to you! I swear! But you want my son to get away safely! Otherwise you'll get nothing!"

"Yes! Let me go!" Little Kent, who had been pushed by Old Kent, immediately reacted and yelled, "No matter what you want, it has nothing to do with me! Just go find the old man." ,do not hurt me!"

"oh?"

When Mike heard this, he let out a light sigh and straightened his body slightly.

He started to feel like things were getting interesting.

When Old Kent heard his son's words, he was slightly startled. He looked at Little Kent in disbelief, but the latter yelled at him fiercely:

"What are you looking at! Damn old man! It's all your fault! It's you who caused the trouble!"

I don't know whether he was angry or something, but Old Kent's body began to tremble.

But just when Mike thought he would get angry and curse, he saw Old Kent take a deep breath, and then say with red eyes and a sad face:

"You are right, all this is my fault. My son, after you escape, you must revitalize the family and continue the glory of the Kent family!"

After saying this, Old Kent's expression became firm again, and he continued to confront Mike with his wand against his neck like a defender who was ready to sacrifice his life for his ideals.

However, Old Kent's actions obviously only moved him. His son, Little Kent's face was still full of disdain, and he said impatiently:

"Okay! I get it, bad old man! It's so annoying!"

At this time, Arthur and others had also finished dealing with the werewolves and gathered over, just in time to have a panoramic view of this scene.

They all had stunned expressions, obviously shocked by Old Kent's views.

Mike shook his head helplessly, and then winked at Zhou Hong very covertly.

The corners of the latter's mouth slowly rose.

On the side, Old Kent looked warily at Mike and others who surrounded him. Within a short time, his forehead was already covered with fine beads of sweat.

After waiting for a while, there was no reply from Mike, which forced him to speak out again:

"Let my son go quickly! Otherwise you... ugh!"

Old Kent's voice stopped suddenly, and a 'fainting ground' hit him accurately in the back of the head from behind.

He struggled against the dizziness that swept over him and looked back, and saw his son, Little Kent, holding a wand towards him, with the magic aura still remaining on the tip of his wand that had not dissipated.

"Why……"

Old Kent spoke with difficulty, but soon, the boundless darkness completely swallowed him up.