Hogwarts Raven's Claw

Chapter 506 Kent's Nightmare

What old Kent said was absolutely right. Although he didn't mind his son torturing the horse's hoof, 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 second-rate family without house-elves, which old Kent absolutely could not tolerate.

Little Kent was obviously aware of this, so he waved his hand and actively dispersed his magic:
"Get out of here! You old piece of shit!"

Ma Ti kowtowed and left with tears of gratitude. Before leaving, he did not forget to wipe the floor clean which was wet by his tears.

This made the Twilight Vampires who were watching on the side feel a chill.

Little Kent was obviously still angry. His fierce eyes swept back and forth over everyone in the hall, as if he would stand up and attack at any time.

This made everyone present very uneasy, including old Kent.

You have to know that when little Kent goes crazy, he will not recognize any relatives, even his own father, he will attack without mercy.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

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

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

The girl twisted her waist and walked in front of Kent and his son with a sweet giggle. At this moment, little Kent no longer had the furious look he had before. With an evil smile on his face, he reached out and held the girl in his arms.

That’s not all. Little Kent didn’t care that there were other people here. He 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 responded with seductive moans.

Old Kent swallowed hard, trying not to look at the scene over there.

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

Of course, with so many seeds scattered, naturally quite a few of them will take root and sprout.

But in the eyes of old Kent, those young sprouts were not worthy of the name of Kent, so they were all humanely destroyed by him.

Old Kent was also very open-minded about sharing a woman with his son. After all, those intelligent lives were just toys in his eyes.

But no matter how he thought about it, he still felt a little unhappy watching his son playing with him. You know, due to the family's decline, they only have this one toy left at home, which is not enough for the two of them to play with.

Fortunately, their toy box will soon be replenished...

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

The body of a vampire has no temperature, and Old Kent couldn't help but get excited when he imagined the thrill of entering it.

The female vampire who was stared at by Old Kent felt a chill sweeping through her body. The malice in Old Kent's eyes was no longer concealed.

Perhaps he felt that his gaze was too direct, so Old Kent coughed twice with a little embarrassment, then turned his gaze to Carlisle and said:

"Okay, Carlisle. Let's get back to where we were. What were you going to say?"

Hearing this, the vampire Carlisle silently lowered his head, his eyes falling on old Kent's scarred ancient wand, which was inherited from the ancestors of the Kent family.

This is the power of a wizard!

Carlisle didn't know why he suddenly felt this way.

He knew very well that he had no power to refuse from the very beginning.

Although they have lived here for hundreds of years and have become the nominal masters of this place, in reality, those are just a few crumbs that slipped through the wizards' fingernails. As long as the wizards want, they can take this land away at any time without considering the feelings of themselves and others. Even they themselves are just insignificant ants and property in the eyes of wizards.

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

The only choice before him now was to obey. He knew very well that if he dared to say anything against it, the two wizards sitting in front of him would raise their wands and kill him and the others.

But is surrendering to the other side the right choice?

No, it's just a slow death!
Judging from the behavior and attitude displayed by the other party, you will not have a good life if you choose to surrender to them!

For a moment, the light in Carlisle's eyes was gradually dimming. Although the bonfire in the fireplace next to him was still burning, he felt as if his body was falling into an ice cellar. An emotion called despair was gradually spreading in his body.

The silence continued, but old Kent did not urge him. He just smiled at Carlisle, showing great patience.

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

But his son Kent Jr. had no such interests or hobbies. When he saw Carlisle remained silent for a long time, Kent Jr. instantly got angry.

He pushed away the Veela lying on top of him and roared:
"You beasts are really taking too long! I'll give you another ten seconds. If I don't get the answer I want in ten seconds, you can all die!"

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

Seeing this, a bitter 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 were probably really at the end of their road.

But are we really going to give in like this?
Carlisle couldn't help but look at the other young man sitting next to him.

Noticing 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 Kent father and son as soon as he met them.

Because Edward possesses the extremely rare talent of mind reading among Twilight vampires, through this ability, he can more clearly feel the cruel, dirty and obscene thoughts in the hearts of the Kent father and son. If his family joins the other side, it will be simply seeking death.

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

Seeing this, Carlisle's originally 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 loud roar came out of little Kent's mouth, and then all the werewolves in the hall went berserk and rushed towards Carlisle and others at the long table.

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

But just as the two groups were about to collide, a deafening explosion suddenly sounded, and a bluestone wall of the castle hall was suddenly blown open, and large amounts of flames and thick smoke quickly spread.

Everyone in the hall was stunned by this sudden scene, and then, five figures of different heights slowly emerged from the thick smoke, and at the same time, there was the crisp sound of hard leather boots stepping on the stone slabs. As the footsteps gradually became louder, Mike and others finally appeared in front of everyone.

Mike had a warm smile on his face. He bowed slightly to Old Kent in the middle of the hall and said in a leisurely tone:

"Good afternoon, Mr. Kent."

Looking at the warm and gentle blond young man in front of them, who looked like a nobleman, the faces of Kent and his son suddenly changed.

Although they are in the United States, they are still concerned about the situation in China.

So not only did they know Mike, but they also knew very well what a terrifying meaning the name Mike Townley represented.

"Kill them!"

Old Kent screamed hysterically, his voice becoming shrill due to extreme fear.

The werewolves who were still in a daze quickly reacted after hearing what was said. They turned their guns and rushed towards Mike and the others. It was obvious that the rationality of these werewolves had been devoured by madness and they no longer knew what fear was.

"Dirty idiot!"

Arthur murmured and turned into a residual shadow and rushed out. Several shining sword beams appeared, and a lot of blood flowers exploded in the air. The werewolves who led the charge whimpered and fell down. A faint smell of blood gradually filled the air.

Their deaths did not have any effect on the werewolves' morale, and the werewolves behind them continued to charge forward fearlessly.

However, not everything in this world can be accomplished by just passion.

"Sword Dance!"

"Avada Kedavra!"

"The Divine Edge is Shadowless!"

"Thunderbolt explosion!"

……

For a moment, the castle hall was filled with sword energy and all kinds of magic spells kept appearing, reaping the lives of the werewolves non-stop. Under this level of attack, those poor werewolves couldn't even touch the corners of Arthur and others' clothes, let alone fight back.

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

They knew very well that the werewolves alone could not deal with Mike Townley, who had made a great name for himself in the Ying Country, so they never thought of fighting with Mike and others from the beginning.

"My son, come here!"

Old Kent anxiously held his son in his arms, then raised his wand and drew a mysterious pattern in the air at an astonishing speed, while shouting:

"Apparate!"

Listening to his father chanting the spell, little Kent instinctively closed his eyes and hugged his father's waist tightly. He knew very well that it would not be pleasant to travel through space in a while.

But after several seconds passed, the expected violent spinning sensation did not appear.

Little Kent opened his eyes with a puzzled look, only to see his father staring at his wand with a dull expression, muttering:

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

"Nothing is impossible."

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

Old Kent looked suddenly in the direction where the sound came from, and saw Mike, wearing a dark brown coat, leaning against the fireplace and looking at them with interest.

"We have placed an anti-Apparition spell on this entire castle, so... you'd better surrender."

Mike's words suddenly woke old Kent up. A trace of determination suddenly flashed across his wrinkled face. He pushed his son away and put his wand against his neck, yelling:
"I know what you want! I will give it to you! I swear! But you have to let my son get away safely! Otherwise you will get nothing!"

"Yes! Let me go!" Little Kent, who was pushed by Old Kent, immediately reacted and shouted, "Whatever you want has nothing to do with me! Just go find the old man and don't hurt me!"

"Oh?"

Mike let out a light exclamation when he heard this and straightened his body slightly.

He was beginning to feel that things were getting interesting.

Old Kent was slightly stunned when he heard his son's words. He looked at Little Kent in disbelief, but the latter shouted at him viciously:
"What are you looking at, you old man! All this is your fault! You are the one who caused this trouble!"

I don’t know if it was because he was angry or what, but old Kent’s body began to tremble.

But just when Mike thought he would fly into a rage and curse, he saw old Kent take a deep breath, then said with red eyes and a sad face:

"You are right. This is all my fault. My son, after you escape, you must revive the family and continue the glory of the Kent family!"

After saying this, old Kent's expression became firm again. Like a moralist who was ready to sacrifice himself for his ideals, he continued to confront Mike with his wand against his neck.

However, Old Kent's actions obviously only moved himself. His son, Little Kent, still had a look of disdain on his face, and said impatiently:
"Okay! I get it, you old man! You're so annoying!"

At this time, Arthur and others had already dealt with the werewolves that had gathered together, and they were able to see the entire scene.

They all had stunned expressions, obviously shocked by old Kent's values.

Mike shook his head helplessly, and then gave Zhou Hong a very covert look.

The latter's mouth corners slowly rose.

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

After waiting for a while, Mike still didn't respond, so he had to speak again:
"Let my son go! Otherwise you...uh!"

Old Kent's voice suddenly stopped, and a 'fainting' bolt hit him accurately on the back of the head from behind.

He struggled to look back, resisting the dizziness that was sweeping over him, and saw his son, little Kent, pointing his wand at him, with a lingering magical glow on the tip of his wand.

"Why……"

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

(End of this chapter)