"I'm finally safe." Bagir stood in front of the window and thought happily.
He now suddenly hoped that Fennier would appear because of the lights on the cabin.
Like other wizarding families that have been around for a long time, they have specific talents or magic.
The Grangers are particularly good at infusing magic into plants.
This redwood tree was planted by Bagir’s grandfather’s grandfather.
At the same time, spells such as fire protection, strong and smooth tree body, anti-flying stance, anti-Apparition, and identifying malice were also planted and grew with the tree.
Fanta and other owls can fly because they mean no harm.
Fanta is even more of an eagle.
Greyback is a Death Eater, so he should be able to transform into black mist and fly (in the movie, Death Eaters can do it, but Bargeer has not read the novel).
But with his malicious intentions, he cannot reach the treehouse this way, even with a broomstick.
The smooth tree body made it impossible for him to climb up.
Even if something goes wrong, like this fireplace connected to the Floo network.
Bajir also has a door key and can escape at any time.
and......
At the moment when the letter was sent.
Gems: 510.841(+1000)
This shows that under the judgment of the world, the world line has been greatly deflected.
This also shows that he has changed his established destiny.
Surviving Greyback's attack was an established fact.
He looked down at the redwood trees and blinked.
Click.
A motion picture of a redwood tree appears on page three of the grimoire.
However, it is gray.
-10000
【fail! Insufficient gem balance. 】
"Damn, what the hell!"
Bagir was startled at first, and then looked up and down at the redwood tree.
"If it's so powerful, maybe..." Bagir put his hand on the railing made of branches and closed his eyes.
"I can fight back!"
At this moment, this redwood tree seemed to have become his hands and feet.
This tree house is his workshop and his position.
Perception spreads along the roots of the tree to the deep earth.
A regular vibration was coming from far to near.
"It's Greyback!"
With the growth of the redwood trees, his [Plant Affinity] ability gradually expanded.
Not only this redwood, but also the shrubs and weeds on the ground have become Bagir's hands and feet, and an extension of his sight.
It was obviously still hundreds of meters away, after Bajier locked the general direction of the incoming person from the regular vibrations.
Everything about the 'comer' appeared in front of his 'eyes'.
That should be a person.
Although he runs like a beast, with sharp teeth and long yellow nails.
And from time to time he would emit a hoarse and harsh roar.
However, he still has a human form.
His limbs were long and slender, his gray hair and beard tangled together, and his loose black robe stretched uncomfortably tight around his body.
As he concentrated his attention, Bagir even saw that the fangs were dripping blood-red saliva.
It was obvious that Greyback was expecting a feast.
He is completely different from the one in the movie. He is not a fat man with a bare chest, a receding hairline, and a slightly potbelly.
It’s also different from the game.
"Tsk, I haven't read the novel." Bagir clicked his tongue in displeasure.
It is obvious that he has discounted the prophetic advantage of this world.
He didn't even notice this during the day.
Just trying to escape.
At the same time, a very unpleasant memory came to mind.
Grandma's dark brown eyes were filled with joy as she told frightening horror stories.
"Finnir Greyback, he is the most evil of the werewolves.... He stays close to his prey during the full moon, ensuring a successful attack.... He bites even on a day when the moon is not full... He has the power to eat every month A habit of human flesh.”
"Am I the big meal?" Bajir looked gloomy.
Smelling Greyback's pungent smell, which consisted of the smell of earth, sweat, heather, and undoubtedly the smell of blood, Bagir raised his eyebrows, "Finnir Greyback, you have There is a way to die!”
The murderous intention affected the magic power, and his whole body began to radiate an abundant, fresh, and natural vitality.
The plants illuminated by this radiation all became Bajir's hands, feet, ears and eyes.
The tough branches turned into flexible vines, the thin weeds became sharp, and the bushes flashed with a metallic light...
In my mind, the [Magic Book] automatically opened and came to the second page.
Everything is ready to go, just waiting for Greyback's arrival.
However, even though victory was certain, Bajir's left hand was still pressed on the gilded golden book sculpture.
Always be prepared for a return trip.
Vampire and cannibalism are, on a magical level, an act of absorbing power.
Pure young children, especially little wizards, are rare delicacies.
In the past, for the sake of sustainable development, Fennir mostly stopped at sucking blood.
After the children were infected, they were brought back to play with and suck blood from time to time.
This allows Fennir to have the body of a werewolf even when the moon is not full.
Therefore, he prefers to use his body rather than his wand to deal with weak wizards.
However, with the Dark Lord's defeat, his opportunities to hunt wizard children became increasingly rare.
As of now it is almost non-existent.
He can only rely on the lost orphan to satisfy his desires.
Not to mention cannibalism.
The monthly feast of human flesh has also been replaced by fresh corpses in the morgue, instead of Muggle children.
But today was different. He had been granted a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
That slender, tender neck, the wonderful juice flowing out when the throat was torn open, twitching helplessly.
How great would that be?
It must taste good!
hey-hey! hey-hey! Hey hey hey!
No, I can’t think about it anymore, I have to be patient.
Otherwise... it would be inconvenient to run!
"finally reached."
Fennir was lying on the ground, his lower body muscles tense, and he was hiding behind the bushes, ready to jump at any time.
Looking at the silhouette in the hazy light and shadow.
Fennier's saliva continued to flow to his chin.
In his mind, the boy had been completely sketched out.
Brilliant blond hair, fair and breakable skin, blue eyes.
In the night, he seemed even more charming.
This time, it can’t be the same as it was during the day!
Thinking of this, Fennier twisted his butt and adjusted the trajectory.
The heather smell is stronger too.
In the study room, Bagir retched.
"Little beauty, I'm coming!"
Fennir roared in his heart, stretched out his hands, and scratched the bark of the tree with his long nails, hoping to borrow strength from it.
"Hey!" A pair of sharp claws cut through gold and jade, as if they were touching a smooth mirror surface.
As a result, his whole body was spinning in the air.
He twisted his waist, trying to rely on his strong waist and abdominal strength to land smoothly.
However, a horrifying scene happened.
The branches of the redwood trees fell like rain, more like winding snakes biting towards him.
At the critical moment, under the waning moon, his left leg turned into a phantom and kicked hard towards the redwood tree.
It caused the displacement of the body and avoided the attack of the branches.
With pure wild instinct and experience in hand-to-hand combat.
He found his footing - a soft bush.
His right hand reached into his arms and touched the wand.
"Ah!" Fennier couldn't help shouting.
The bushes behind him seemed to turn into iron thorns, scratching his back.
The weeds on the ground also became sharp, tearing his thigh and Achilles tendon.
"Blue Silver... Bah, the devil's net is entangled!"
An energetic boy's voice suddenly sounded above his head.
Fennier had no time to wonder, a blue light flashed between the lightning and flint.
A series of vines appeared out of thin air in the grass beside him, wrapping his right hand tightly.
This both prevented him from reaching his wand and from moving his body.
Thousands of branches fell from the sky, avoiding the fatal spot and inserting into his body!
Crush his lychee!
His right hand also broke as the devil's net vines tightened!
Under the towering redwood trees, only the wailing sounds of the werewolves mixed with sobs were left.
"Now, you know who is the boss." Bagir raised his lips, "Call me Awei... Bah, Lord Granger. Tell me clearly, who ordered you to come!"
"Brother Jie, no, ahhh... Lord Granger!"
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