Harry Potter and the Dragon Prince

"I just crossed that river and almost froze me to death, can't you use a spell to keep me warm!?" A young man with yellow hair shouted to the six people wearing black robes and silver masks next to him.

"This is not within the scope of our use of magic. We wish for our own blessing." One of the dark magicians replied casually, and the yellow-haired youth directly punched him.

But before the fist landed on the opponent, a purple light lit up and flew towards him. At the moment of the hit, an arm blocked him.

The purple light penetrated his arm in an instant, like a bullet piercing through a human body, leaving a small hole, and blood dripped from it.

But the person who was attacked didn't show pain at all, but said indifferently, "Be honest, you are at the same level as us, if you dare to do this again, I will send you to hell, I believe your captain will also I won't care about your shit!"

"..." Immediately, the dark sorcerer stopped talking, and the dark sorcerer who attacked just now bowed halfway, and then fell into silence again.

"Team leader...Look at them, unexpectedly!" The blond-haired young man who was frightened just now moved to the side of the handsome young man and helped him hold the wound.

"It's okay, it will recover in a while, these people are brainwashed fools, let them walk here slowly, you let the team in front speed up, we start to hurry!"

"Yes, Team Leader Mo Beta!" The yellow-haired youth replied, shaking his head and turning into a huge werewolf, and immediately ran deeper into the forest.

And Mobetta turned his head slowly, looked at the several dark warlocks next to him, and then punched them, and the two dark warlocks were instantly pinned to the ground!

"What do you want to do!?"

"Beat you!"

"ah!"

"Mobeta stop! What do you want to do!?"

At this time, a stern voice sounded from behind Mobeta, and he turned around and saw a golden mask, obviously much more gorgeous than the silver one.

But Mobeta didn't care about the opponent's status, stood up, and stepped on the opponent's stomach again.

"Look at my hand, I was injured by them, how does this count?"

"Your wound will heal within ten minutes." The golden mask replied indifferently, but was obviously a little unhappy.

"But since that's the case, I'll bite them too, and they can use that magic to heal themselves in a few minutes." Mobeta said indifferently.

"Mobetta, I know you are powerful, but do you really want to fight against all of us dark magicians?" The golden mask continued.

"You dark magicians, can you represent all the dark magicians? There are 50 dark magicians in total, numbered from 01 to 50, in a group of 10, and you are 11, so you can only represent your two groups?"

"you!?"

"But I'm different. Although I'm the team leader of Team 2, I'm also the chief vice-captain of the werewolf action team. You have no right to chat with me!"

"Okay, okay, I don't have the right to chat with you...but this one must be there!" The golden mask looked at Mobeta through the two holes, and slowly moved away.

Mobetta was also taken aback, and saw behind him, a short, thin figure came out, wearing a black and white robe, and a gold and silver mask on his face.

"Mo Beta, conflicts can be handled, we are all partners, aren't we?" The essentially crisp voice seemed extra permeating at the moment, making Mo Beta feel a little sweaty behind.

"Of course... What did you say you can give me as compensation, Ms. Dark 00?"

"Do you know what it is this time?"

"A legacy of the gods.

"

"Yes, the inheritance of the Age of Gods, what else do you know? Continue."

"It's the remaining power of the giant wolf Fenrir from the Norse gods."

"Who do you think this thing will be given to~?" The crisp voice became softer and softer, as if seducing your soul.

"Naturally, the new werewolves are separated, and the source is naturally Captain Kerry."

"No, the origin is yours." Between the gap between gold and silver, a pair of red and blue eyes slowly leaned forward, and gently held his hand.

"mine…?"

"Your, because Kerry has more important things to do."

"What?" Mobetta was a little confused at this moment, why did he give himself the origin, what the captain had to do... It was strange.

Dark 00 stood on tiptoe, gently leaned the mask against his ear, and said something, and then Mobetta's expression changed suddenly.

"I don't believe it, he's..."

"Shh~ you know it yourself." Then An 00 slowly turned around and looked at the sky. "By the way, it failed over there."

"Hogsmeade?"

"Yes, Dumbledore made a move."

"What about the team members?"

"I was caught, the sewing shuttle patrol rescued the big man, I hope you can ask for blessings, this is not my task." After speaking, he waved his robe and disappeared in place.

Mobeta looked at the disappearing Dark 00, and frowned. The action on his side just started right away, and the third group over there was almost wiped out?

It seems that Hogwarts and the Ministry of Magic are not as fragile as he imagined. After a while, Dumbledore will come, it will be difficult, we must speed up!

"Go forward, try to arrive within 5 minutes!" He shouted to the side, ignoring the dark sorcerer who fell on the ground, and quickly ran towards the two teams in front.

At this time, the dozen or so people in the front were quietly discussing something. They were a team of ordinary werewolves, or Death Eaters.

The leader was a tall, strong man with a ferocious face, gray-yellow eyes like a beast, although it was a human body, it had sharp black claws and sharp teeth.

"Greyback, I don't think we get any good, why should we get involved with them."

"The good thing is, we don't need any original power, as long as we get a part of it, we will be successful. If it's just ourselves, then we can't grab that thing at all."

"But does a monster like Fenrir really exist?"

"Damn it, my name is Fenrir, what do you think!" Greyback also patted the bald spot next to him, grinning wide.

"Ha ha!"

"However, what you are worried about is not impossible. After all, they are numerous and powerful, and they might regret it at that time. After all, we are just leading the way and taking a share of the pie."

"That's right... what should I do?"

"Well, think about it first, when the time comes to deal with it, maybe something else will happen, I always feel... this operation will not go so smoothly."

"Did the other person arrange another mission?" The bald middle-aged man next to him asked Greyback in a low voice.

"Oh! I remembered, I have to save that guy on the way, stinky mouse... The Dark Lord would accept such a coward as a Death Eater, and those Death Eaters still think that we werewolves are dirty creatures, I see They are! Brainless!"

And Hema was getting closer and closer to the destination. On the way, Hema also told Hagrid and Lupine about the detailed situation, and the two suddenly felt that there were not enough people.

The three of them passed by, as if they were given for nothing. After all, there were dozens of werewolves on the opposite side, and there were also dark sorcerers with unknown combat effectiveness.

Hema was also in a daze at this time, still studying the pendant on her neck while running, how does this thing work?

Dumbledore, really don't trick me! Otherwise, I can only ask Mr. Cahall to make a big move to clear the map... Although it is possible to clean up the Forbidden Forest.