The Evil God of Hogwarts

Alfred followed the old man somewhat sullenly. He began to miss his home, the soft sofa and the warm fire. He should have gone to tell the ladies and ladies about his glorious deeds at the afternoon cocktail party, instead of running for his life in fear of the cold wind.

He then thought of Barty Crouch, his teacher and superior, the original Merlin who wished him well and wished him safe arrival at the hospital.

Then, he began to worry about himself again. His injury was not serious, and the bullet penetrated his shoulder.

This is a good thing. Alfred remembered what the old lady said before: This is a good thing. If the bullet stays in your body, you will be in more pain.

Damn demon-killing bullets. He cursed softly in his mind, his excitement tugging at the wound, and the young Auror couldn't help but gasp.

"If you feel tired, we can take a rest." Kathleen, who was walking in the front, noticed something strange about the person behind her.

It's a wonder why she still has such good ears at her age. Alfred thought in his heart.

"No, go away quickly, ma'am, while there's no one on the street."

"Well, there's really no one around. Maybe you can find a pharmacy and I can give you some simple treatment for your wounds."

"Have you participated in a war before?" Alfred changed the subject, trying to divert his attention from the wounds, and he was also curious about why a seventy or eighty-year-old man had so many arms.

Kathleen was carrying a shotgun on her back and a string of bullets on her chest. She also had a rifle in her hand, a large-caliber revolver on the right side of her waist, and a neat row of grenades on the left.

Alfred was surprised that the pile of stuff didn't crush the little old lady. He also offered to help me carry something, but it was obvious that this woman preferred to keep the weapon in her hands.

"War? No, I didn't, but my third husband participated in it. He liked to wield swords and guns. So after he died, he left me this pile of things, which came in handy." The old lady said happily, "Honestly, I don't know what to do with these things? Take them to afternoon tea? Or go to the bank?

"But look, without them, I wouldn't be able to deal with the villains who broke into the apartment, and I wouldn't be able to save you. So, I have to thank my third husband, may he rest in peace."

While talking, the two of them had passed through a small street, and there was a fork in front of them. Alfred hesitated, but Katherine made a quick decision.

She decided to go to the right. "The right is always right. I eat with my right hand, write with my right hand, and do some private things with it. I trust my right hand."

Alfred wanted to ask: What should I do if I am left-handed?

But after seeing the heavy rifle, he gave up the idea and grabbed the wand tightly in his hand.

For some reason, he felt uneasy, no, to be precise, he was afraid, as if something was scratching his heart.

He stopped and looked behind him suspiciously. He smelled some bad smells, like lead, lime...

Suddenly, the young Auror expected something. He quickly looked up and saw a figure standing on the roof of a brick building.

The thing squatted on the wall like a feline. It had no facial features, but Alfred thought it was looking at them.

It slowly opened its wings, and a long barbed tail lifted up from behind him, like a warning.

A warning that something is about to happen.

The young Auror's eyes widened. He felt that time had slowed down. He had forgotten any spell he had learned, and he even forgot to escape.

The monster fell from the sky, flying silently. Its target was very clear, it was Mrs. Catherine.

At the critical moment, a man in a black trench coat rushed out of the window of the nearby gift shop. The staff sword in the man's hand shone brightly in the sun, and penetrated the monster like a knight's spear.

With the force of the impact, the man pressed the monster hard against the opposite wall, and his staff and sword penetrated the monster's body bit by bit.

The monster waved its claws to fight back, but with a loud noise, the claws were blown away by something, and then fell directly in front of Alfred.

Only then did the young Auror see a strange-looking shotgun in the man's other hand.

"Go back to your own place." The guy in a black trench coat roared. He actually used his staff and sword to push up the monster, and then threw it aside fiercely.

Before the monster landed, the man fired two shots, one hitting the monster's head and the other hitting the monster's abdomen.

Then there was a lull, like a sudden stop of a downpour.

The mysterious man turned around, his tall body dragging a long shadow on the ground.

"Wizard?" His eyes stayed on Alfred for a moment, then looked at Catherine, "Muggle?"

"No, it is true that I am also a wizard." The old lady corrected, "I just can't cast spells."

For some reason, the man in front of him made Alfred even more stressed. He felt in a daze that he might as well face the monster just now, which might be a little easier.

"Look what I'm talking about, kid? You're right to go to the right." The old lady looked very proud, completely unaware that her life was hanging by a thread just now.

The man put away his staff sword and took out the half-finished cigar from his trench coat pocket.

"Borrow a fire," he said to the two.

Katherine took out a lighter and threw it.

"Where are you going?"

"Go to the town hospital, the young man is injured."

"Count me in." The man lit a cigar with a lighter.

Alfred seemed a little reluctant, and he asked carefully: "Why?"

"kindness?"

"Why do you want to be with us. I mean, you're so strong."

"Because you are weak, and weak people will attract monsters." The man held the cigar between his index and middle fingers, "And me, I like killing monsters."

…

Tina was ready to set off again. The short rest allowed Ellie and Scott to regain a lot of strength, and their situation seemed not as bad as before.

"The next road will be more difficult." Tina reminded, "We need to pass through the city center. That place has now become a battlefield, so we need to be extra careful."

After hearing this again, the Sheriff couldn't help shouting: "Ah, damn it. It would be great if you could give me some weapons, I'm almost out of bullets."

Ellie took out a bottle of decoction used to restore magic power from her pocket and drank it. Although this decoction was not as effective as the Palaser magic decoction, it was better than having any side effects.

"What weapons do you need?" Tina asked.

"Preferably a gun. If not, pistol bullets will do."

"We will pass by Lao Qiao's gun shop. If we are lucky, there should be some leftover weapons there."

After all, Skrtel had been the sheriff of the small town for more than ten years. When he mentioned Lao Qiao's gun shop, he understood Tina's route to a certain extent.

"I hope that store hasn't been robbed yet," he said to himself.

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