MM Racing Chapter 140 Werewolf
Chapter 140 Werewolf
Chapter 140 Werewolf
Nava knew clearly that her natural talents were not particularly outstanding.
Whether it's the back-and-forth battles in the business world, or the pioneering spirit and pursuit of truth in scientific research, she can't do it. She's just an ordinary person, even if such an ordinary person is considered a genius by most.
She can only be an ordinary, unremarkable rich heiress.
However, an ordinary rich kid won't encounter a werewolf.
You also won't meet a friend who can unleash huge flames from a small wooden stick.
This allowed Nava, who had been materially abundant but spiritually lacking since birth, to experience a long-lost sense of fun, a very interesting and fun world.
An interesting encounter.
It was as if the world had lifted its veil to reveal a side of itself that was unknown to others.
The werewolf was howling incessantly, hesitant to move forward, only able to display its ferocity.
The color is fierce and the internal stubble is fierce.
The witch holding the wand opposite the fear seems to be more like the woman the witch is holding who doesn't have a wand.
Because of his negligible rationality after turning into a wolf and his years of hiding in the wizarding world, he subconsciously assumed that this person, who hadn't even drawn a wand, was an Auror who disdained to fight. He saw himself as a trial for the young Auror beside her, led by her.
After all, a witch who looks exactly like an Auror in every gesture must have a friend who is also a wizard. And judging from this, that friend must be a very powerful wizard.
His already shaky reason became even more chaotic, making him appear even more indecisive, his back constantly hunched over. It was as if he wanted to lunge forward, but he instead took two steps forward, only to make matters worse.
However, when a wolf pounces, it will crouch down and retreat to gather its strength—
This scene brought back memories of Julia's Auror training.
He was afraid of me. Since the other party was afraid, she became bolder after discovering that, and raised her hand to cast two cutting spells.
Two red beams of light flashed past. One beam struck the werewolf, while the other deflected off a tree trunk behind it, splitting the tree in two from top to bottom.
Nava was somewhat surprised by the incredible power of the weapon. It wasn't that she hadn't seen firearms before; after all, the free and democratic United States couldn't possibly lack weapons. But this was the first time she had ever seen someone use a small wooden stick to produce such an effect comparable to a hand grenade.
What surprised her even more was that the werewolf, after being hit by such a powerful beam of light, was not disemboweled, but instead had a wound and was not even rendered incapacitated!
Good heavens, what kind of freaks are these? Nava kept her mouth shut and didn't say anything, afraid of disturbing her restless little sister.
Although injured, it has not yet lost its ability to move, and the excruciating pain can especially arouse the werewolf's bestial nature.
The werewolf became increasingly aggressive, as if it had truly entered a battle state.
Julia's expression tightened slightly. She unleashed a series of spells, including a stun spell, a freeze spell, and a petrify spell. Despite her overwhelming firepower, the werewolf could not break through her defenses.
The ancient bricks, tiles, trees, and flowers surrounding the werewolf were repeatedly ravaged by various curses, as if they had been plowed by a barrage of intense firepower.
After this intense laning phase, Julia was slightly out of breath. The laning was too intense, and it required complete concentration, leaving no room for distraction. This was completely different from her usual Auror training.
Even the ruthless opponent with extremely high magic resistance became slowed down under the influence of various spells.
For the originally bustling crowd, watching the excitement is something ingrained in their bones.
After the initial commotion, a few bolder individuals took the lead in taking photos, and everyone began to gather around what they considered a safe distance to take pictures. Even when Julia was gaining the upper hand, they kept screaming, clapping, and cheering.
It felt like a small theater meticulously designed by the French Ministry of Tourism.
From the moment the werewolf transformed to the moment the onlookers took photos and the story gradually spread online, it only took two or three minutes. The werewolf became increasingly uncomfortable in this environment. After letting out a loud roar, it displayed a fierce attack posture. While Julia was cautiously dealing with the situation, it suddenly turned and charged into the crowd.
"Oh my God! Run!"
"Why are you running! This is just an act."
"This interaction is really interesting."
"Hey here! Werewolf brothers, come over and take a picture with me."
When there are too many people, reason will be removed from the crowd, and even if a few people speak out correctly, they will be drowned out by the voices of more people who have lost their reason.
The werewolf gradually approached, but the crowd showed no fear or worry; instead, they became increasingly noisy.
Only when the claws are on his body, when joy turns to sorrow, and when he is filled with regret, will Hao Tao burst into tears and scream in anger.
In just the time it takes to rise and fall, a pool of blood has appeared in the crowd.
"Help!" Someone's left arm was ripped off at the root, and he rolled on the ground crying out in agony, splattering blood everywhere, and the air gradually filled with the smell of rust.
"It's all your fault for not letting me run!" The normal-looking man who had been shouting for everyone to run was now surrounded by people busy taking pictures and couldn't break free. Fortunately, he was only hit by the wolf's tail and fell to the ground without any physical injury.
"Fuck! What are the French police for? How could something like this happen!" someone who was running fast shouted frantically, his face full of resentment that his parents hadn't given him two more legs.
Nava tugged at Julia: "I don't know much about how you handle things, what do we do now?"
Before Julia could finish speaking, a clear male voice rang out beside them: "Generally speaking, it's covered by a forgetting spell, making all ordinary people forget these things."
As if realizing it was somewhat impolite to speak abruptly, the voice added, "I apologize for disturbing you both. My name is Ryan Wales, and I am currently the acting professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts."
Another voice said, "You can both call me Larvin. I am the current Deputy Director of Magical Transportation at the British Ministry of Magic."
Nava turned around curiously, and Julia turned around a little nervously. They saw two male wizards, one big and one small.
The younger one looked to be only a teenager, dressed casually, with striking eyebrows and bright eyes that exuded a handsome and approachable air. However, he lacked any of the mystique of a wizard, resembling more of a dashing young man worth admiring.
The older one looked to be only in his early twenties, wearing a sharp suit but without a tie and unbuttoned cuffs, giving off a slightly relaxed vibe. His hair was a bit tousled, with just the right amount of curl, as if it had been specially dyed and permed. He wore a gentle smile, but his eyes were full of cynicism.
Nava's first thought was: Could it be that wizards are classified according to their appearance, and only those with high looks can become wizards?
Then she thought about her newly acquired little sister Julia, and she felt that this idea was fine.
Then, she realized with her second reaction that both of them were unusually young.
However, at such a young age, one of these people was a professor and the other a director. Shocked, she thought of those truly gifted young people who were full of ambition and high spirits, and felt that she had met a rare genius.
When faced with a somewhat impetuous young girl like Julia, she can look down on her with the mindset of an older sister, or pretend not to notice when Julia's less-than-perfect disguise slips up.
But faced with this spirited young genius, she became somewhat uneasy: "Nice to meet you both. Gentlemen, could we settle this matter first and then find somewhere to talk?"
Julia: I'm actually a genius too! Auror training isn't easy! Feed me peanuts! Feed me peanuts!