The Wolf is Coming Ch. 47
Abraham walked in Diagon Alley for a while before he noticed that he seemed to be followed.
He immediately grasped his wand in his hand and hurried through the crowd, trying to get rid of the other party. However, Diagon Alley always had an end, and soon, there was no way ahead.
"Who is it? Come out!" Abraham simply turned around and pretended to be fierce.
A dark figure wrapped in a robe slowly walked out from the corner. He was tall and looked at Abraham with green eyes, "I thought I was wrong, but now it seems that it was you who was in Knockturn Alley that day."
"Ulysses Wood." Abraham immediately recognized the person opposite.
Ulysses sneered and continued, "Cromwell, have you fallen to the point where you can only associate with Muggles now?"
Wizards generally discriminate against werewolves, but werewolves discriminate against Muggles. They were obviously two different races, but they insist on finding their dignity from the theory of bloodline.
Abraham didn't respond, but all the muscles in his body tensed up. As a werewolf from Wilvo, he naturally knew that Ulysses knew about Dark Arts. Moreover, the "old friend" at this moment gave him a very dangerous feeling.
As expected, after Ulysses mocked him a few more times, he quickly drew out his wand. A spell that Abraham had never seen before was thrown over, and Abraham quickly said "Protego" and barely blocked the attack.
Seeing the wand in Abraham's hand, Ulysses raised his eyebrows, "I was wondering why you suddenly had the courage to leave Wilvo, it turns out that you learned magic."
Ulysses suddenly went crazy and threw several spells in a row, and Abraham hurriedly dodged. He seemed to use Dark Arts with destructive and lethal power. The spells that failed to hit shattered the shop signs and some glass not far away, and black mist overflowed from the broken places of those things.
"Ah! Mum, there are people fighting here!" A child from a wizard family screamed.
His mother obviously recognized the Dark Arts, immediately covered the child's mouth, and quickly carried the child away from here.
Ulysses continued to throw spells at Abraham, and after barely dodging a few, Abraham was finally hit. His right shoulder was brushed by the spell, and the moment he subconsciously bent over, his back was again in a burning pain. Then, a spell hit at his feet made him lose his balance and fall to the ground.
"Do you think you can become powerful just by knowing a few spells? Look, you are still not my opponent." Ulysses came over and kicked Abraham with his foot, "Tsk, I really don't know what Daisy likes about you."
Abraham endured the pain, suddenly grabbed the wand and jumped up, "Expelliarmus!"
With a "snap", Ulysses didn't check for a moment, and the wand in his hand was immediately knocked out.
"Tsk..." Ulysses laughed instead of getting angry. He shook his wrist, rushed up and punched Abraham hard, then kicked him far away. When he saw that Abraham couldn't get up, he taunted, "Very courageous, but– the weak are the weak, and the ants that are stepped on will never turn over in their lives."
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Emma carried a small basket full of puddings and blew the cold wind downstairs of the apartment building for ten minutes. Just as she was about to leave, Abraham came back.
Abraham stumbled over, which made Emma feel something was wrong immediately. When he got closer, she found that Abraham's face was so pale that it was frightening, and there was a black bruise at the corner of his mouth.
"Abraham, what's happened to you..." As Abraham approached, a strong smell of blood came to her face, and the second half of the sentence that had not yet been spoken was swallowed back by Emma.
"Shh, don't talk... go back to the apartment first." Abraham seemed to have difficulty even speaking.
Emma hurriedly and carefully supported Abraham and went to the apartment with him.
The moment the door was closed, Abraham's tense nerves suddenly relaxed, and before Emma could help him to the sofa, he fell down.
Emma was caught off guard by Abraham, and the two fell on the soft carpet together. The small basket that had been hanging on her arm was also overturned, and Christmas puddings of various flavors were scattered all over the floor.
"Hey, get up!" Emma pushed Abraham hard, and seeing that he closed his eyes and did not move, she patted him on the back twice again.
The wet touch made her feel bad, and she quickly withdrew her hand.
With the dim light coming in from the window, Emma saw that her palms were already covered with blood, bright red and shocking.
She pushed Abraham away from her body with difficulty, and then sat up on the floor.
Abraham's eyes were closed, and he remained motionless.
Emma carefully put her hand to his nose, and after confirming that Abraham was still alive, she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
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