Harry Potter’s Raven’s Claw

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Old Kent was right at all. 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 be a poor family without house-elves in the future, which is absolutely unbearable for old Kent.

And little Kent obviously knew this, so he waved his hand and took the initiative to disperse his spell:

"Go away! You old bastard!"

Horseshoe bowed his head and walked away in tears. Before leaving, he did not forget to wipe the floor wet with his tears again.

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

Little Kent was obviously still angry, and his fierce eyes swept back and forth over the people in the hall, as if he would stand up and attack at any time.

This made everyone present very uneasy, including old Kent.

You must know that little Kent started going crazy, but his six relatives did not recognize him. Even his own father would attack him mercilessly.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

After a few awkward coughs, old Kent reached out and snapped his fingers.

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

The girl twisted her waist and walked in front of the Kent father and son with a tender smile. At this moment, little Kent had lost his angry look before. With an evil smile on his face, he stretched out his hand and took the girl into his arms.

This is not the end, little Kent didn't care about 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 uttered a seductive hum.

Old Kent swallowed heavily, refusing to watch the scene over there.

This veela was bought as a toy from a slave trader after he came to America.

This is also a rare hobby of old Kent. Over the years, he has played almost all kinds of intelligent creatures. To a certain extent, the reason why his children are so rare is also because of this. Human's 'energy' is limited. of.

Of course, after throwing so many seeds, many of them naturally took root and sprouted.

It's just that in the eyes of old Kent, those little shoots are not worthy of the name of Kent, so they were all destroyed by him.

And old Kent was very open about sharing a woman with his son. After all, in his eyes, those intelligent beings were just toys.

But after thinking about it, it's still a little uncomfortable to watch his son play with him. You must know that due to the downfall of the family, there is only such a toy left in their family, which is not enough for the two of them to toss.

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

Thinking so, old Kent slowly turned his head and looked at the beautiful female vampire beside Carlisle.

A vampire's body has no temperature, and when old Kent imagined the excitement after entering, he couldn't help but get excited.

And the female vampire stared at by old Kent only felt a chill swept through her whole body, and the maliciousness in old Kent's eyes was no longer concealed.

Perhaps he also felt that his gaze was too direct. Old Kent coughed a little embarrassedly, and then turned his eyes to Carlisle and said:

"Okay, Carlisle. Let's move on, what were you going to say?"

Hearing this, the vampire Carlisle lowered her head silently, and her eyes fell on the old Kent's old wand, which was covered with scars and inherited from the ancestors of the Kent family.

This is the power of a wizard!

Carlisle suddenly gave such a sigh for some unknown reason.

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

Although they have lived here for hundreds of years and become the nominal masters of this place, in reality, it is just a little bit of bread crumbs leaking out of the wizards' fingernails. As long as the wizards want to, they can Take this land away at any time, without caring about the feelings of yourself and others, and even they themselves are only insignificant ants and property in the eyes of the wizards.

The Hundred Tribes Contract engraved on the wall of the Magic Congress Hall, symbolizing the equality of all living beings, is simply bullshit, and those Aurors and strikers will not provide them with so-called legal protection.

The only choice before him now is obedience. He knows very well that as long as he dares to speak out, the two wizards sitting in front of him will 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, they will not have a good life if they choose to surrender!

For a while, the light in Carlisle's eyes was slowly dimmed. Although the bonfire in the fireplace was still burning, he felt that his body was falling into an ice cellar, and an emotion called despair was in his body. gradually spread out.

The silence continued, but old Kent did not urge him. He just smiled and looked at Carlisle with 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, which is simply the most beautiful scene in the world to him.

But his son, little Kent, did not have such hobbies. Seeing Carlisle's silence for a long time, little Kent became furious in an instant.

I saw him push away the Veela lying on his body and roar:

"You bastards are too ink! Give you another ten seconds, if I don't get the answer I want after ten seconds, you will all die!"

As Little Kent's roar echoed in the wide hall, a large number of werewolves suddenly sprang from the dark passages around the hall. They stared at Carlisle and the others with their fangs open, and saliva kept falling from their mouths. .

A wry smile flashed across Carlisle's face upon seeing this. The werewolves, who had been hostile to them for hundreds of years, seemed to have completely surrendered to the wizards, and now they may really be at the end of the road.

But do you really have to give in like this?

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

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

Unlike Carlisle, who still had some fantasies about wizards, Edward gave up the idea of ​​becoming a vassal family from the first moment he saw Kent and his son.

Because Edward possesses the mind-reading talent that is extremely rare among twilight vampires, through this ability, he can more clearly feel the tyrannical, dirty and wretched thoughts in the hearts of Kent and his son.

Since he was slowly tortured to death by the other party, he might as well fight with them!

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

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

On the other hand, 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 violently rushed towards Carlisle and others at the long table.

Carlisle, Edward and others were also not to be outdone, and they were ready to meet the enemy when they got up.

But just when the two sides were about to touch, a deafening explosion sounded suddenly, and a bluestone wall of the castle hall was blown open, and a large stream of flames and smoke quickly filled the air.

Everyone in the hall was stunned 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 slate. The crisp sound above.

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

I saw Mike with a warm smile on his face, bowed slightly to the old Kent in the center of the hall, and said in a slow tone:

"Good afternoon, Mr. Kent."

Looking at the warm and warm, blond young man in front of him, just like your son, the complexion of Kent and his son changed suddenly.

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

So not only did they know Mike, but they also knew very well what the horror of the name Mike Townley was.

"Kill them!"

Old Kent screamed hysterically, his voice sharpening with extreme fear.

The werewolves who were still in a daze quickly reacted when they heard the words, and began to turn their guns and rushed towards Mike and the others. The rationality of these werewolves had obviously been swallowed up by madness, and they became terrified.

"Dirty idiot!"

Arthur murmured and turned into an afterimage and rushed out, only to see a few gleaming sword lights appear, and several blood flowers exploded in the air, and the few werewolves who took the lead in the charge fell down whimpering. A faint smell of blood gradually filled the air.

Their deaths did not affect the morale of the werewolves in the slightest, and the werewolves behind them still charged forward without fear of death.

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

"Sword Dance!"

"Avada Kedavra!"

"Shen Feng has no shadow!"

"Thunderbolt explosion!"

...

For a time, the sword qi spread across the castle hall, and all kinds of magic spells appeared constantly, reaping the lives of the werewolves. You can't even touch the corners of the clothes of Arthur and the others.

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

They knew very well that those werewolves alone would not be able to deal with Mike Townley, who had made a name for himself in the country, so they never thought about fighting Mike and others from the very beginning.

"My son, come here!"

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

"Apparation!"

Hearing his father chanting the spell, little Kent instinctively closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around his father's waist. He knew very well that it would be uncomfortable to travel through space later.

But several seconds passed, but the expected violent rotation did not appear.

Little Kent opened his eyes suspiciously, only to see his father staring at his wand with a dull expression, and he was still murmuring:

"It's impossible, it's impossible..."

"Nothing is impossible."

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

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

"The entire castle has been affixed with an anti-apparition spell, so...you guys should just go ahead and capture it."

Mike's words caused old Kent to wake up suddenly, his wrinkled face suddenly flashed a hint of firmness, he pushed his son away, and at the same time used his wand against his neck and yelled :

"I know what you want! I'll give it to you! I swear! But you're going to let my son go safely! Or you'll get nothing!"

"Yes! Let me go!" Little Kent, who was pushed by the old Kent to be strong, immediately reacted and shouted, "Whatever you want, it has nothing to do with me! Just go to the old man. ,do not hurt me!"

"Oh?"

Mike snorted lightly when he heard the words, and straightened his body a little.

He was starting to feel that things were getting interesting.

When old Kent heard his son's words, he was stunned for a moment. He looked at little Kent in disbelief, but the latter yelled at him viciously:

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

I don't know if he was angry or what, old Kent's body began to tremble.

But just when Mike thought he was going to rage and curse, he saw old Kent take a deep breath, and then said with red eyes and sadness:

"You're right, it's all my fault. My son, after you escape, you must revitalize the family and continue the glory of the Kent family!"

After saying that, old Kent's expression regained its firmness again, and like a vindicator who was ready to devote himself to his ideals, he continued to confront Mike with his wand against his neck.

It's just that this move of old Kent obviously only touched him. His son Kent's face was still full of disdain, and he said impatiently:

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

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

All of them looked stunned, obviously being stunned by old Kent's three views.

Mike shook his head helplessly, and then gave Zhou Hong a very covert wink.

The corner of the latter's mouth slowly rose.

On the side, old Kent looked vigilantly at Mike and the others who surrounded him. After a while, fine beads of sweat were already hanging on his forehead.

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

"Let my son go! Or you... uh!"

Old Kent's voice stopped abruptly, and a 'stunned' hit the back of his head precisely from behind him.

He struggled to look back under the dizziness that engulfed him, and saw that his son, little Kent, was holding his wand facing him, and there was still a magical aura on the tip of his wand that had not yet dissipated.

"why……"

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

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