Hogwarts Ordnance Manual

The vast majority of witchers are humans with magical powers, but they have followed a different path of growth than wizards.

Wizards, in the final analysis, have similar life needs to Muggles. They pursue fame and fortune, they yearn for honor, and they return to life. Therefore, many magics are created to facilitate daily life.

90% of the courses offered at Hogwarts teach students how to live well in the wizarding world instead of fighting with others. The Defense Against the Dark Arts course is actually a special course of Hogwarts (and Ilvermorny). Magic schools in some countries don't even teach this bit of combat knowledge.

Demon hunters are not the same. They are both a profession and an organization. The old demon hunters will select wizard orphans whose parents were killed due to attacks by dark creatures as their disciples, and conduct brutal military training to teach them how to use magic to strengthen their bodies and increase their speed. , and use some combat spells and enchanted weapons.

Therefore, all demon hunters are masters of combat. They live for revenge and they live for killing. They are either fighting or on the way to fight.

But witchers are not without their weaknesses. For example, flying is their major shortcoming. Most witchers can use flying broomsticks to travel, but it is too difficult for them to use them as freely as Quidditch players. So Diana never thought about riding a broom into the sky to fight vampires.

Dudley and the other three formed a cross-shaped formation and passed through the forest close to the ground, dragging Frackle into the rocks at the foot of Castle Hill.

Frakel probably never thought that one day these groups of rocks surrounding Castlevania to scare humans would cause him so much trouble.

Dudley and the other three almost had their bellies pressed against the sharp stone forest. Grandma Tina would turn around from time to time and cast a crushing spell. Although this spell could not directly kill animals, it could blast the rocks around Frakel into pieces. It creates a grenade-like impact effect.

When Frakel stumbles, he will hit other rocks. This is not a pine branch in the woods. Frakel can crush everything like the autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves. If these hard and sharp rocks hit hard, even if he is hundreds of Even a [-]-year-old vampire has enough to drink from a pot.

Dudley also used a shotgun to blindly snipe from time to time. His broomstick had just been slightly damaged by the sonic impact, and his flying speed could no longer keep up with Harry's Nimbus 2000, but he was undaunted. The shotguns did little damage to Frackle, but The advantage is that it covers a wide area, it doesn’t hurt but it hurts, and it doesn’t hurt but it’s annoying enough.

Despite this, the distance between Frakel and Dudley was still getting closer and closer, shortening from 80 meters to 50 meters, and from 50 meters to 30 meters. If Dudley turned around, even Frakel's nostrils could be seen. Clearly.

How could Dudley sit still and wait for death? He suddenly pulled the broom handle and used his famous cobra flight again, pulling his body more than ten meters higher and slamming on the brakes, allowing Frackle's huge body to whizz by under his feet. People suddenly switched places.

"Ta-ta-ta-ta!" His right hand had been transformed into an automatic rifle, and it was aimed at the back of Frakel's head, suddenly hitting the big black bat's back with a burst of skin and flesh.

Frakel's huge wings suddenly flipped, and he used the airborne stop that vampires are good at, just like a supercar making a drifting U-turn. Dudley quickly turned the handle, otherwise he would plunge into Frakel's arms. inside.

Flackle grinned widely, Dudley was already within reach, and he could almost swallow Dudley's head whole just by stretching his head forward.

At this moment, his mind had already thought of countless ways to torture Dudley like hell. He would peel off his skin entirely, hang it on the roof of the banquet hall, and use a big pot to catch the drippings from him. Blood, shared with all vampires...

"This is it!" Although Dudley gritted his teeth, his eyes were full of determination. He was only three or four meters away from Flark, but he looked directly into Flark's eyes without fear.

Maybe at this moment, Frakel was also confused. Why was the wizard boy in front of him not afraid of him at all?Isn’t my look macho and domineering enough?

"Wha—" A sharp sound broke through the air from behind Frakel. Before he could turn around, a black arrow more than one meter long pierced Frakel's shoulder and back. The arrow shot out from his shoulder blade, showing the power of the arrow.

On the roof of the castle far behind and above Frakel, Diana was quickly reloading arrows on the city-defending crossbow. She poured all the remaining silver nitrate onto the half-corroded arrows next to the crossbow. Raquel flew away and fired another arrow.

"Damn ants!" Frakel did not dodge, but chose to pounce on Dudley, intending to kill Dudley to vent his hatred.

Dudley roared and almost used all his strength to draw out his scimitar and block Frakel's right claw.

After the bonus of the weapon in his hand, Dudley's strength attribute has reached as high as 15+3 (sergeant level), but for Frakel's huge body, this strength is not enough. If Frackle's shoulder was not injured, The blow was enough to shatter his scimitar.

Dudley only felt a "gra" sound on his arm. Not only was the tiger's mouth cracked, but the wrist bones were probably dislocated or fractured, but he finally managed to withstand the blow and was not decapitated by one move.

The broom under him couldn't withstand the huge force and hit the sharp stone below. Dudley gritted his teeth and accelerated, avoiding Frakel's left claw, and was about to hit the sharp stone machine and destroy everyone. , he took the initiative to kick the broom to one side and threw himself to the other side.

The second arrow came quickly and hit Frakel's back. The dark arrow penetrated from his lower abdomen and brought out a large section of internal organs, which looked bloody.

Dudley's shoulder fell hard to the ground. The pain was so painful that he almost broke his back molars, but he still raised his right hand. His left hand, which was trembling from the injury, moved quickly with a strong will. The hammer of the revolver.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!..."

There was a series of gunshots, accompanied by Dudley's almost vented roar, and a bunch of Magnum bullets filled with silver nitrate all bombarded Frakel's body.

"Roar!" Frakel let out an extremely painful roar, even more shocking than the fire dragon's appearance just now.

"Ant! What did you put in the bullet! Ah!"

Frakel looked at his shot body in disbelief. Although his body was originally pitch black, he could still clearly feel the impact of the high concentration of silver ions hidden in the bullet on his body. The damage, the heart-wrenching pain, he had not endured for a long time.

He suddenly thought of his duel with a female demon hunter who came from afar a few years ago. The other party claimed to be a descendant of Van Helsing. She seemed to have used similar weapons, which caused him great pain, but in the end he still relied on The powerful bloodline recovered and survived, and the female demon hunter was seriously injured and fled Romania.

The pain and weakness caused by the poison made Frakel fall from the air and fell heavily into the rocks.

Dudley didn't expect that even a handful of bullets could not kill Frackle. He gritted his teeth, stood up from the ground, flicked the wheel on the revolver, threw away the bullet casing, and touched the last special weapon. Bullets were quickly inserted into the wheel.

"You can't kill me! I am the great Vlad..." Vracker raised his upper body with his thick claws and said fiercely in Dudley's direction.

"Bang!" His response was a thunderstorm bomb wrapped in lightning, which exploded on his chin.

"The villain still talks so much!" Dudley said bitterly: "I want you to scream again!"

However, Frakel was still not completely dead. Instead, he pushed himself hard on the ground, descended the mountain like a tiger, and pounced towards Dudley.

Although a large piece of his jaw was missing from the thunderstorm bomb, his upper jaw still had giant canine teeth more than ten centimeters long. As long as it could stab Dudley, Dudley would be worse than dead.

Dudley was startled, but his whole body was only sore, and his calves refused to obey him, and he was about to be pounced on by Frackle.

"Stand still!" Grandma Tina's voice appeared in time, and Frakel's two back paws seemed to be tied together by an invisible rope.

"The front teeth match the big stick!" Harry also fell from the air, and directed a magic spell at Frakel's head.

This curse sounds like a prank. It makes people's front teeth become so big that they can't close their mouths. But it had a miraculous effect at this time. Frakel's two canine teeth grew crazily and actually grew to more than 20 years old. Centimeters long, when he fell to the ground, it was firmly inserted into the rock in front of him, and it broke with a bang.

"Bye!" Dudley's right hand had been replaced with a double-barreled shotgun, and the barrel of the gun was pressing against Frakel's forehead. "Be a human being in the next life."