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The front section of the Forbidden Forest, by the lake.

A long box flew past Snape's head with a whooshing sound.

"Ho ho ho—"

Incomparably cruel sneers echoed around.

The little bastard has grown up and dares to provoke further.

Snape was exuding low pressure all over his body, and flexibly shuttled between the trees like a poisonous snake, chasing in the direction where the box disappeared.

He is indestructible and unstoppable.

In those narrow black eyes, there was only an increasingly murderous aura.

deep in the forbidden forest,

Vincent shivered inexplicably.

He raised his hand thoughtfully and steadily caught the long box that flew over.

Inside was a broomstick and a rogue rabbit that had just been pushed to second place by the Firebolt.

"Ouch!!!" the werewolves in the distance howled, seeming to be wary of this red-gold broom.

Vincent mounted it, raised it a little, and held out his hand to Hermione.

The tall and thin werewolf pricked up his ears and took a peek, then huddled back as if he were autistic.

Probably out of apology, he didn't howl like his companions.

But just as Rogue Rabbit lifted the two of them up quickly, the werewolf leader opened his mouth and spat out the dirt, his ears twitched, and he suddenly looked up.

Want to run?

The blood-red eyes were full of anger and unwillingness.

"Ouch--" the werewolf leader howled at the moon, raised his hand, and fiercely grabbed off a small branch of the broom tail.

He glanced at the shortened claws.

After the mithril gun blade has been trimmed, it seems to have become sharper.

The werewolf leader crushed the branches in his hands and took a few steps to make shallow pits.

With a "clang" sound, the rogue rabbit's broom tail was caught in his hand as he leaped high.

Vincent and Hermione turned back in horror, once again refreshing their knowledge of werewolves.

Jumping dozens of feet, it's more magical than magic.

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Chapter completed!