Harry Potter's Bastard

Just as Solim had reached the foot of a tree, another giant wolf rushed out of the forest to his fallen companion.

"Almost—" Solim was glad that if he had been "greedy for a knife" just now, he would definitely have been hit by this intact native werewolf.

For a short period of time, Solim had no chance of ending the werewolf's life—the original werewolf's vitality was too tenacious. After suffering such a severe trauma, he still retains a certain amount of mobility and combat effectiveness, and if they deal with Solim together, he will be very passive.

Solim believes in this: he can sneak up and never go head-to-head. Sneak attacks and other means are best if you can destroy the enemy, and even if you can't, you have a better chance of winning head-to-head with a weakened enemy.

The werewolf on the ground was basically dead, and Solim's venom in his Animagus form was extremely deadly - this had been confirmed by Gilves, and no life could ignore Solim's venom except for creatures like a phoenix or a dragon that were ridiculously powerful.

Werewolves can't do it, even if the original werewolves have strong vitality and incredible recovery ability, but after Solim injected a large amount of venom, they still began to move towards death step by step.

"Roar—" The werewolf who came later couldn't help but roar when he saw his companion so miserable. He watched his surroundings vigilantly. The smell of Solim still lingered in the air, and the werewolf knew that there was a good chance that the damn wizard was still around.

Looking at what the werewolf was sniffing in the air, Solim frowned secretly. It wasn't that he didn't have a potion to dispel his own scent, but he didn't have the opportunity to open the chest.

If he can mask his own scent, block the sound of movement, and add the invisibility of the illusion charm, Solim is confident that he will sneak up on the werewolf in front of him to death. But he didn't have the time to do this, he could only honestly wait for the werewolf in front of him to reveal his flaws.

Forget it if you hit fatally, that's not realistic. But it was no problem to take advantage of the advantage of the first move to extend the results of the battle, Solim waited patiently, he knew that this werewolf in good condition would inevitably show his flaws, unless he ignored his companions and turned around and ran into the forest, otherwise Solim would be able to find an opportunity sooner or later.

When the werewolf picked up his wounded companion, Solim was not in a hurry to strike. Although this is indeed a flaw, it is more likely that the other party deliberately exposed the flaw, using his companion as bait to lure Solim to make a move.

Solim waited patiently.

It's a pity that it's too cold here, otherwise there should be a lot of snakes in the forest, and now those snakes hiding under or hibernating in tree hollows won't help Solim, otherwise things will be easier.

Under the cover of the trees, Solim kept the werewolves in his sight. This time he learned to be obedient, and instead of standing downwind, he walked to the left front of the werewolf, so as to ensure that the werewolf could not smell him.

Raymond knew that the wizard must be nearby. Yes, he didn't smell it, he didn't hear any movement, he didn't see any clues, but he knew that the wizard must be watching him nearby.

As a native werewolf, Raymond and his younger brother Charles can be said to have grown up in a harsh living environment when they were young, they both have beastly instincts, and the uneasiness in their hearts warns Raymond that the danger is not far away, but only hidden.

The brother was badly wounded, but the wizard was unharmed, and Raymond was sure that the smell in the air was Charles's blood and another pungent smell of burnt hair, not any human blood.

To be able to inflict this level of damage on Charles in such a short period of time, it was clear that he would have almost been able to kill him, but the wizard did not do so, and all Raymond could think of was that the movement of his own madness disturbed the wizard, thus causing this result.

"It's not going to go on like this, Charles needs treatment. That damn wizard must be lured out. "

Like Raymond, Solim didn't think it would be a problem to drag it out. He didn't know where the werewolf in front of him was going, whether it was going to their gathering place, and if that was the case, the more it dragged on, the worse it would be for him. The wolf howl just now was quite large, and if the two werewolves still had companions and converged, the situation would be overwhelmingly unfavorable for Solim.

Solim decided to try to create opportunities.

This is the forest, not too many trees. It's a great environment for Rapid Growth and Transfiguration.

When Raymond sensed the movement coming from the right rear, he quickly threw his younger brother on his back to the ground, and the strong muscles in the werewolf form burst out with amazing power, and pounced towards the place where the sound was made.

In Raymond's mind, one or two spells were not a big deal, even if it was a requisite spell, it would not hit him at all under his extremely agile movements.

But it wasn't a spell that greeted Raymond, it was a strong branch.

A thick twig, twice as thick as an adult's thigh, appeared in front of him at an angle that Raymond had completely unexpected. It wasn't so much the branch that hit Raymond as it was Raymond himself.

It's not over yet. The thick branches of the tree are like ...... No, it's not like, it's really alive. The branches of the tree nimbly wrapped Raymond, who had turned into a giant wolf, strongly.

The werewolf naturally did not sit still, Raymond struggled frantically, a large amount of snow and some small branches were swept down, but the main part of the branches remained intact, Raymond's waist and legs were already entangled at this time, and Solim controlled the branches extremely insidiously, leaving Raymond's feet off the ground.

At this time, the giant wolf had nothing to borrow, and he was still able to move only two arms with immobility. Werewolves' claws are indeed powerful, but in the face of such a thick and sturdy enough trunk, it will also take time to completely destroy.

As Raymond struggled frantically, smaller branches grew wildly and gradually emitted a metallic sheen—a high-end technique in Transfiguration: the coexistence of different materials, as in the scene before Raymond's eyes, a metallic knife "grew" out of a branch, and the knives were aimed at his head, ready to pierce him.

Solim clearly knew exactly how to physically kill a native werewolf: just stick a sharp knife through the eye socket and directly into his brain.

Raymond knew he wouldn't be spared, and even if he frantically swung his head, he couldn't completely avoid all the knives. When the knife was stuck in his eye socket, he shouted with all his strength:

"Ogle will avenge us!"

The knife stopped in front of Raymond's eyeball.