Raven's Claw at Hogwarts

Chapter 506 Kent's Nightmare

Old Kent was right. Although he didn't mind his son torturing the horse's hooves, he would never allow his son to kill it directly.

You know, this is the last house-elf in their family.

If it died, the Kent family would become a low-level family without house elves, which old Kent absolutely could not bear.

And Little Kent obviously knew this too, so he waved his hand to disperse his spell and said:
"Go away! You old trash!"

Horseshoe kowtowed and left dripping with gratitude. Before leaving, he did not forget to clean the floor wet with his own tears.

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

Little Kent was obviously still angry, his fierce eyes scanned the people in the hall back and forth, as if he would get up brazenly and launch an attack at any time.

This made everyone present very disturbed, including Old Kent.

You must know that when Little Kent went crazy, his six relatives would not recognize him, even if it was his own father, he would attack him mercilessly.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Coughing twice in embarrassment, old Kent stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers.

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

The girl twisted her waist and walked in front of Kent and his son with a coquettish smile. At this moment, little Kent had lost his previous angry appearance. With a wicked smile on his face, he stretched out his hand and pulled the girl into his arms.

That's not the end, Little Kent didn't care that there were 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 hummed seductively.

Old Kent swallowed heavily, trying not to watch the scene over there.

This Veela was bought as a toy from a slave trader after he came to the United States. This is also a rare hobby of old Kent. Over the years, he has played with almost all kinds of intelligent creatures. The reason why his offspring are so rare is partly because of this. Human energy is limited.

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

It's just that in the eyes of old Kent, those little buds were all unworthy of the name of Kent, so they were all destroyed humanely by him.

Old Kent is also very open about sharing women with his son, after all, those intelligent beings are just toys in his eyes.

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

Luckily, soon their toy box will have a new addition...

Thinking of this, Old Kent slowly turned his head and looked at the beautiful female vampire next to Carlisle.

A vampire's body has no temperature, and old Kent couldn't help getting excited as soon as he imagined the exciting feeling after entering.

And the female vampire stared at by old Kent only felt a chill sweeping her whole body, and the malice in old Kent's eyes could hardly be concealed.

Perhaps because he felt that his gaze was too direct, old Kent coughed a little bit awkwardly, then turned his gaze to Carlisle and said:

"Okay, Carlisle. Let's continue the previous topic. What were you going to say just now?"

Hearing this, the vampire Carlisle lowered his head silently, his eyes just fell on old Kent's scarred old magic wand inherited from the ancestors of the Kent family.

This is the authority of wizards!

For some reason, Carlisle suddenly gave out such an exclamation.

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 have become the nominal owners of this place, in fact, it is just a little bit of bread crumbs leaked by the wizards from the nails. As long as the wizards want, they can Take this land away at any time, without caring about the feelings of yourself and others, even they themselves are just insignificant ants and property in the eyes of wizards.

The hundred-clan contract engraved on the wall of the Magic Congress hall, which symbolizes the equality of all beings, is simply bullshit. Those Aurors and strikers will not provide them with the so-called legal protection at all.

The choice before him now is to obey. He knows very well that as long as he dares to say anything, the two wizards sitting in front of him will raise their wands and kill him and others.

But is submitting to the other party the right choice?

No, that's just slow death!
Judging from the behavior and attitude shown by the other party, choosing to submit to them will not have a good life!

For a moment, the light in Carlisle's eyes was gradually dimming. 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, showing great patience.

But this is just an illusion. The reason why old Kent is so calm is just to appreciate the desperate expression on Carlisle's face at the moment. To him, this is simply the most beautiful scenery in the world.

But his son Kent Jr. did not have such hobbies. Seeing Carlisle remain silent for a long time, Kent Jr. lost his temper instantly.

He pushed away the veela lying on his body and roared angrily:
"You bastards are too smudged! I'll give you another ten seconds. If I don't get the answer I want after ten seconds, all of you will die!"

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

Seeing this, a wry smile flashed across Carlisle's face. The werewolves who had been in a hostile relationship with them for hundreds of years seemed to have completely surrendered to the wizards. Now they may really be at the end of their rope.

But are they really going to give in like this?
Carlisle couldn't help looking at the other young man sitting beside him.

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

Unlike Carlisle, who still had some fantasies about wizards, Edward gave up the idea of ​​becoming a vassal family of the other party as soon as he saw the Kent father and son.

Because Edward has the extremely rare talent of mind reading 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. It is simply a dead end for his family to seek refuge with the other party.

Rather than being slowly tortured to death by the other party, it is better to fight with them!
Edward quickly made a decision, he gritted his teeth, and shook his head heavily at Carlisle.

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

On the other side, Old Kent shook his head regretfully.

"Kill them!"

A burst of drink came out of Little Kent's mouth, and then all the werewolves in the hall went berserk, rushing towards Carlisle and the others beside the long table.

Carlisle, Edward and the others were also not to be outdone, they stood up and prepared to meet the enemy.

But just when the two parties were about to meet, a deafening explosion sounded suddenly, and a bluestone wall in the castle hall was blasted open, and large streams of flames and thick smoke quickly filled the air.

Everyone in the hall was shocked 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 stone slab. The crisp sound above.

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

With a warm smile on Mike's face, he bowed slightly to Old Kent in the middle of the hall, and said in a calm tone:

"Good afternoon, Mr. Kent."

Seeing the warm and warm blond young man in front of him like a nobleman, the expressions of Kent and his son suddenly changed.

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 how terrifying the name Mike Townley represented.

"Kill them!"

Old Kent yelled hysterically, and his voice became sharp with extreme fear.

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

"Dirty fool!"

Arthur murmured and turned into an afterimage and rushed out, only to see a few flashes of shining sword lights, and a few bloody flowers exploded in mid-air, and the werewolves who led the charge fell down whimpering, A faint smell of blood gradually permeated the air.

Their deaths did not have the slightest impact on the morale of the werewolves, and the werewolves behind were still charging bravely without fear of death.

It's just that not everything in this world can be accomplished with passion.

"Sword Dance!"

"Avada Kedavra!"

"Shen Feng has no shadow!"

"Thunderbolt explosion!"

……

All of a sudden, the castle hall was full of sword energy, and various spells appeared continuously, reaping the lives of werewolves without stopping. Under this level of attack, those poor werewolves could not even fight back. Even Arthur and the others couldn't touch the corners of their clothes.

On the other side, relying on werewolves to delay time, Kent and his son have already picked up their wands.

They knew very well that those werewolves alone would not be able to deal with Mike Tongley, who had gained a great reputation in the country, so they never thought of fighting against Mike and others from the beginning.

"My son, come here!"

Old Kent anxiously embraced his son in his arms, then raised his wand, drew a mysterious pattern in the air at an astonishing speed, and shouted in his mouth at the same time:

"Apparate!"

Hearing his father recite the spell, Little Kent instinctively closed his eyes and hugged his father's waist tightly. He knew very well that it would be uncomfortable to travel through space later.

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

Little Kent opened his eyes suspiciously, but saw his father staring blankly at his wand, still murmuring:

"This is impossible, this is impossible..."

"Nothing is impossible."

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

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

"We have added an anti-apparition spell to this entire castle, so...you better just go and capture it."

Mike's words made old Kent wake up suddenly, a flash of determination suddenly flashed on his wrinkled face, he pushed his son away, and at the same time put his wand against his neck and shouted: :
"I know what you want! I will give it to you! I swear! But you have to get my son out safely! Otherwise you will get nothing!"

"Yes! Let me go!" The little Kent who was pushed by the old Kent immediately reacted and shouted, "It doesn't matter what you want! You just go to the old man ,do not hurt me!"

"Oh?"

Mike let out a slight surprise when he heard the words, and straightened his body slightly.

He's starting to feel like things are getting interesting.

And old Kent was slightly taken aback when he heard his son's words. He looked at little Kent in disbelief, but the latter yelled at him viciously:
"What are you looking at! Poor old man! It's all your fault! It's you who caused the trouble!"

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

But just when Mike thought he would be furious and yell, old Kent took a deep breath, and then said sadly with red eyes:

"You're right, all this is 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 became firm again, and he continued to confront Mike with his wand against his neck like a moralist who was about to sacrifice himself for his ideal.

It's just that the old Kent's actions obviously only touched him. His son Kent Jr. was still full of disdain, and said impatiently:
"Okay! I get it, old man! It's annoying!"

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

They all had astonished expressions, obviously shocked by old Kent's three views.

Mike shook his head helplessly, and then winked at Zhou Hong very covertly.

The corner of the latter's mouth was slowly raised.

On the side, old Kent looked warily at Mike and the others who surrounded him, and in a short while his forehead was already covered with fine beads of sweat.

After waiting for a while, Mike did not reply, which forced him to speak again:
"Let my son go! Otherwise you...uh!"

Old Kent's voice came to an abrupt end, and a 'fainting' hit him precisely on the back of the head from behind him.

He struggled against the dizziness that swept over him and looked back, only to see his son Kent Jr. holding his wand at him, and there was still a magical aura on the tip of his wand that hadn't dissipated.

"why……"

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

(End of this chapter)