Science and magic at Hogwarts

Chapter 139
Kyle looked at the vicissitudes of the wizard playfully.

It can be seen that even if this guy is a high-level member of the so-called tribe, his life is very ordinary.

Wearing shabby clothes, with messy hair combed behind his head, he looked rough, but he was actually in a mess.

Kyle looked up and down with some unscrupulous eyes, but the wizard's expression didn't change, he still just looked at him calmly.

The silence of the two made the male werewolves a little impatient, and their expressions became obviously irritable.

Seeing the performance of several people in his eyes, Kyle shook his stick, straightened up, and looked thoughtfully at the indifferent old guy:
"Mr. Avila, can you explain to me why the attack just now was so clumsy?"

"This doesn't seem to refer to your ancient knowledge. Could it be that it follows your so-called living experience?"

Speaking of the end, Kyle's mouth was already full of sarcasm.

Could it be so unbearable for a force that claims to have existed for hundreds of years to plan an attack for two days?
Kyle couldn't believe it.

The contempt in the words made several young werewolves blush, but without the old man's order, they could only stand there restlessly.

The female assassins behind them seemed calmer, and their expressions didn't fluctuate much from the beginning to the end.

The old werewolf was not angry at Kyle's sarcasm, sniffed his nose, and said with a smile:

"Strong antidote, refreshing potion, guardian potion... Wait, let me distinguish carefully... There is even a drop of Felix Elixir, should I say, is it worthy of Slytherin?"

While talking, the old werewolf took out a bunch of bottles and jars from his bag.

The contents of the jars are also varied.

Colorful powders; strangely colored potions that were still bubbling; there was even an empty jar, it seemed that there was only air in it.

But looking at the cautious look on the old werewolf's face, it was obviously not that simple.

Kyle also smiled, calmly looking at these things that the old werewolf took out.

It's like looking at the little gift a friend brings to him when he visits his home.

Although the expressions on their faces were extremely kind, both of them were secretly complaining in their hearts.

Kyle: "Yeah, old YB!"

Werewolf: "Bah, little YB!"

But in the first confrontation, after all, Kyle had the upper hand.

Thorough preparation made the many potions carried by the werewolf useless.

So with a hint of pride, Kyle spoke first: "Mr. Avila, Emerson should have conveyed the results of the experiment and my needs to you."

"I have shown you the infinite possibilities of experimentation, and my sincerity."

"Why, in exchange for an attack?"

The old werewolf put away that hypocritical smile, and looked at Kyle calmly: "That experiment does contain infinite possibilities, and it may be the closest we werewolves have come to getting rid of madness in thousands of years."

"But Mr. Shafiq, you are too good, and you want too much!"

"Oh?" Kyle's curiosity was aroused by the old man's words: "Why is it a mistake to be too good? Besides, I don't seem to have a price tag."

As the two began to talk, the werewolves finally calmed down, quietly listening to the exchange of words between the two, their eyes fixed on Kyle all the time, with a ferocious expression, even Emerson, who was originally silent and friendly, was no exception.

The old werewolf walked up and down, while slowly explaining to Kyle:

"Of course we know about you, Mr. Shafik, the leader of the new generation of Slytherin, who is full of talent and rebellious, and has shown extraordinary talent since entering school."

"With the return of the Dark Lord, you have become more active, and everything you do shows your ambition."

"In the beginning, you tried to dominate the Slytherins."

"When you suppressed all opposition from Slytherin, you started trying to suppress the whole of Hogwarts."

"Mr. Shafiq, you are too good. This kind of excellence makes you unable to resist repeating a dangerous path, and this is exactly what the werewolves try their best to avoid."

"Hundreds of years of experience have allowed the tribe to sum up several experiences that can preserve the inheritance, and the first one is to stay away from wizard wars."

After finishing speaking, he stood still and looked at Kyle steadfastly: "Your request just confirms the tribe's speculation."

"From Emerson alone to asking him to continue to bring more werewolves, Mr. Shafik, from the beginning to the end, your goal is the werewolves themselves."

"I believe that the oath that Jimmy and the others need to swear must be different from that of Emerson."

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The old werewolf's words made Kyle couldn't help applauding: "Wonderful explanation, wonderful inference! Should I thank the werewolf tribe for being able to think so highly of me?"

"But I don't understand one thing, why do you act so eagerly?"

"Isn't it better to assign these werewolf friends to me, and then wait for the results of the experiment, and wait until my method is confirmed to be effective?"

Hearing what Kyle said, the old man's face was a bit bitter: "Because we can't afford to wait, if you guessed right, Mr. Shafik, you have never stopped contacting other werewolves, right?"

"Your magic is full of temptations for all werewolves. Maybe you can pull up an army of werewolves in a short time."

After finishing speaking, he looked at Kyle firmly: "Hand over that magic, Mr. Shafik, otherwise you can't leave this forest!"

After speaking, he waved his wand, and a red light flew out.

Deeper in the forest, a large number of wizards slowly walked out.

These wizards were male and female, all of them were hairy and strong.

Staring at Kyle coldly, he held his wand tightly.

Kyle looked fearless, with Slytherin's unique arrogance on his face: "So, as soon as I walked into the forest, I was already under your surveillance?"

The appearance of these wizards made the old man more calm, and his face was full of determination: "Of course, but I have to say, Mr. Shafiq, you are extremely vigilant, so that we have no chance of sneak attack."

"But it's all useless."

"We watched you put down the box, and watched you bury the puppet. Even Emerson's attack was just to test the strength of the puppet."

"No matter how vigilant you are, from the moment you walk into the forest, you lose."

"So, Mr. Shafiq, hand over your magic, and then I will modify your memory and let you leave safely."

The old man's words drew a burst of laughter from Kyle: "Give you magic? Modify memory? Mr. Avila, are you going to eat me like this?"

As he said that, he looked around: "It seems that there must be a magic circle to shield the fluctuations around? What about apparition? It should also be banned."

Looking at Kyle suspiciously, the old man didn't understand where his confidence came from, but he still answered him:
"Of course, although the life of the tribe is very difficult, there is still some wealth in this family."

After finishing speaking, seeing that Kyle still maintained a proud face, the old man chose to continue to put pressure on him: "In order to deal with you, I brought most of the tribe's combat power."

"In addition to the ones in front of us, there are also a lot of clansmen patrolling around, clearing the place, and making sure that no one will disturb this conversation."

"They can also come immediately if needed."

"Mr. Shafiq, you rely on these expensive puppets."

"It's undeniable that they do perform exceptionally well, but how much of something this expensive can you get?"

"My people, enough to smash them into pieces!"

"So, Mr. Shafik," the old werewolf at this time finally lost his sight and stared at Kyle fiercely: "No matter how hard you struggle, it's just a waste of time! Hand over your magic, don't force me to stun you, and then search for it from your memory, this is the last warning!"

After the words fell, the werewolf behind the old man began to stir restlessly.

At this time, the sky had gradually darkened, and the arrival of night seemed to have aroused the ferocious nature of the werewolves even more.

These guys no longer stood still, but began to move towards Kyle, with fanatic expressions on their faces and greedy eyes staring at him.

Shouting in a mess, threatening Kyle to hand over his magic.

The gradual approach of the werewolves fueled the arrogance of the old man: "See, Shafiq, these are werewolf warriors! For our future, for the future of our children, we can tear apart all enemies!"

"Haven't I told you yet? The second rule of the tribe's survival experience is to solve the problem of the full moon's transformation at all costs!"

"This is not the long-cherished wish of our tribe, it is the obsession of the entire werewolf race!"

After finishing speaking, he fixed his eyes on Kyle: "Don't force me, Shafiq, we just want to solve the pain of werewolves, why can't you help us and cooperate with us?"

The old man's complexion has been completely distorted, and there is a complicated light in his eyes.

A mixture of ecstasy, greed and hope.

As soon as Kyle's thesis appeared in the newspaper, the old man focused on this magic and immediately arranged for his son to contact Kyle.

He believed that Kyle couldn't refuse a werewolf who took the initiative to seek refuge.

Sure enough, Kyle accepted Emerson directly and started the experiment.

The results of the experiment not only satisfied Kyle, but also made the old man ecstatic.

This time Kyle invited more werewolves to meet, and the old man saw an opportunity.

He knew he couldn't wait any longer, the more mature Kyle's magic was and the more werewolves he recruited, the less chance he had.

Therefore, the old man decisively arranged this trap.

He guessed that Kyle would definitely stay behind.

But in his mind, it was nothing more than asking the little witch beside him to notify the Ministry of Magic, or bowing his head to ask Dumbledore for help, or, through some exchange of benefits, bring some nobles to escort him.

So in order to make sure everything was safe, the old man even pulled all the werewolves who were in their prime of life from the entire tribe over.

The elder of the werewolf tribe has made up his mind to obtain Kyle's magic at all costs.

No matter whether it is the Aurors from the Ministry of Magic or the nobles who are rescued by Keira, they can't stop him, not even Dumbledore himself!
Because the werewolves are willing to fight.

Unless Dumbledore made up his mind to slaughter all werewolves with his own hands, there was absolutely no way to stop him.

These thoughts flashed through his mind. Looking at Kyle's still indifferent face, the old man finally decided to tear his skin apart completely. He didn't want to give Kyle any more time.

He took out his wand and pointed it at Kyle. With his movement, other werewolves were also ready to attack:
"Kyle Shafik, I'll give you one last chance, I'll count down to three and hand over your magic!"

Hearing his words, the werewolves became even more excited, screaming wantonly, as if victory was within reach!

The old man started counting down fiercely, and the loud voice echoed in the forest, adding a sense of chill to the already gloomy forest.

"three!"

"two!"

"Roar!"

Before the old man could finish counting down, a terrifying growl interrupted him.

A huge monster jumped out of the box, roared and rushed towards the nearest werewolf!

Although the countdown was interrupted, the old man looked calm.

This is the backhand he's been waiting for.

Although it was somewhat beyond his expectation, he believed that a few monsters would definitely not be able to stop the werewolf's footsteps.

But unfortunately, panic soon appeared on the old man's face, and eventually he became desperate.

Because these huge monsters, as if there was no limit, kept rushing out of the box, and then roared and rushed towards the werewolf.

They are taller and stronger than werewolves, and even their magic resistance is no less than that of werewolves.

The shortcoming of not being able to use magic seems to give the werewolves hope.

But there are too many of these monsters!

Finally, there were no more monsters rushing out of the box, but soon, the old man saw a new change in the box.

Twenty or so dementors floated out whistling, and then plunged into the battlefield between werewolves and monsters.

These dementors used their innate magic unscrupulously, greedily sucking the happiness and joy of werewolves.

The werewolves suffered unspeakably from being tortured by the dementors, and painful memories kept coming to my mind.

The greatest pain for the werewolves is the transformation during the full moon.

Those painful memories kept pounding their brains, making them almost crazy.

Some weak-willed werewolves were even broken through their psychological defenses, completely ignoring that they were on the battlefield, and lay down on the ground, holding their heads and howling in pain.

The dementors had a huge impact on the werewolves, and the most determined ones became slow and unable to concentrate from time to time.

But their opponents, those huge monsters, went unaffected.

In other words, the pain brought by the dementors made them crazier and stronger.

This isn't the final form of Kyle's army of monsters.

When the werewolves finally concentrated their energy, they cast their most powerful spell.

But in despair, he found an armor body covering the attacked monster.

There are dementors constantly causing pain.

There are a large number of priest puppets in the rear, constantly putting on armor and body protection for the Yin Corpse. This is the final form of Kyle's monster army!
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