Chapter 260 Terrible Three Dogs

[Entry name for the three-headed dog (general)]

The three-headed dog (Cerberus in Latin), currently known as the greatest danger among magical creatures.

The adult three-headed dog has a very high magical resistance, surpassed only by dragon skin, and is immune to most mid-level spells. Three independent and consistent heads ensure that its attack can cover all areas, including the rear area.

So far, people have summarized three styles of confrontation:

a. Summoning the magical harp to play and hypnotize the three-headed dog. (A three-headed dog raised from infancy can be hypnotized by the breeder's unique musical instrument).

b. Remote suppression and confrontation with extremely powerful magical power. (Challenging the strength of more than five adult aurors).

c. Using absolute power and skill to defeat the Grand Dog's proudest attack. (Extremely dangerous! Do not imitate!)

- The above passage is an excerpt from Elena Kaslana ("Wandering Guide of the Magical World")

The foolish Muggles rarely realize that the three-headed dog is actually a type of monstrous and peculiar serpent-like... the same kind of magical species with the highest level of danger.

Even in an era where information is relatively open and transparent in later generations, many non-magical individuals who are not careful in reading still naively believe that when facing the three-headed dog, they only need to hum a five-tone melody a little to safely survive the crisis; in fact, if they do so, they usually end up using screaming as a last resort.

However, Elena obviously does not share such optimistic thoughts.

From the first glance at Luwei, she knew very well that there was no third way to solve it except to flee and pass through customs; Hagrid's warning was already very clear: "jtpyhiabitofic", play music and do not sing.

According to Elena's speculation, the most objective statement that can make a three-headed dog fall asleep is a sound wave with a specific waveform, hertz, and amplitude.

After all, the definition of music is a very subjective judgment. Perhaps humans filled with artistic cells can classify both bird songs and streams as music, but for animals, only a small part of the vibration of a specific waveband and melody can be considered music.

If any sound can put the three-headed dog to sleep, then the poor three-headed dog may have spent its life in a dream since the moment of its birth: its perception is too sensitive, although some are left, it remains one of the most terrifying hunters in the world.

Even if the right paw was almost useless, the three heads were in a state of almost tearful dizziness. With the final instinct, Luwei still waved his left paw towards the "terrible tuft of white fur" in front of him. Counterattack.

The sharp claw blade that gleamed with a cold light only needed to brush Elena a little, it was enough to leave at least ten centimeters of scars on the girl's back...

"Guardian of Armor!"

A sudden and loud spell sound resonated in the hallway.

Dang!

With a dull sound, a hard black-gray armor appeared not far behind Elena, protecting her and dangerously blocking the three-headed dog's claws.

The dog's heavy claws swept **** the armor, leaving three extremely terrible white scratches and a burst of bitter scraping.

Without hesitation, Grindelwald raised his wand with a furrowed brow and waved it vigorously.

"Get away from me! You big, ugly dog!"

A dazzling beam of light shot from the wand's end, with precision on Elena protected behind the armor, and struck the already brown-black three-headed dog.

Luwei's huge body, like a hill, was like a toy. It was easily pushed back and flew, hitting **** the wall at the end of the hallway, slightly shaking the entire room.

"How did this happen?!"

Grindelwald quickly approached Elena, looking at the little witch whose face was abnormally bloody, and the stone slab on the ground that was crushed by the girl's right foot, frowning angrily and growling.

"It has happened so many times that the golem has been strengthened, are you crazy?"

"Uh, uh, you were not here."

Elena raised her head to look at the angry elder in front of her, extended her hands in a gesture of helplessness, and twisted her head to the side.

"Otherwise, what do you ask me to do? It's a three-headed dog close to adulthood. If we do not create enough throwing distance for you, we might have to confess everyone here. And I haven't applied so many treatments today. Magic, it doesn't matter much if you get hurt."

"Distance, three-headed dog..."

Grindelwald turned to look at the wall where the ripples were gradually disappearing and the position of the three-headed dog just now.

It was not difficult for the elder to estimate. If Elena had not taken the initiative to stop the great dog, she might have had a bad start and faced a large mouth with a stinking blood bin, if the teaching is unexpected. This is the third time he has been saved by this kid.

But what angered Grindelwald even more was that if he had appeared a little later, the audacious boy in front of him right now could have been impaled on the row of sharp dog claws.

Thinking of such a scene, the elder's blood ran cold and couldn't help but pour into his heart and brain.

"Why not simply open the door and run away? Instead of choosing to fight such dangerous creatures. Or do you really think you have mastered an explosion spell and a Runi Mowen, and can do whatever you want?"

Grindelwald inhaled deeply, turned to look at Elena beside him, and said coldly with disdain.

"Do you think I'm going to be injured by this primitive and stupid creature? You know, I have endured more surprise attacks than you can imagine, but no wizard has successfully struck me, not even once. Nothing!"

"Because, in terms of historical record, every time you are attacked by a magical animal..."

Elena frowned, murmuring softly.

"Oh, really?"

Grindelwald looked coldly and glared at the increasingly large and small white furballs.

"Aooo, Wang Wang Wang!"

At this moment, the hallway emitted a low and angry growl. The three-headed dog, with tenacious vitality, obviously was not easily brought down by the curse. Its head was shaken back and forth by the gigantic being that ignored it. Unfettered rage.

"But what the devil is Dumbledore thinking, keeping this dangerous animal in the school?"

Grindelwald frowned, raised his wand, and looked unpleasantly towards the corner of the wall, where the three-headed dog, affected by the curse, panted, trembled, and tried to get up again.

"Hmph. Silence."

The old man's wand trembled softly.

Without warning, a dazzling beam of light struck Lu Wei again and knocked him to the ground. A wizard's magical ability partly depends on emotions, and obviously Grindelwald's mood at that moment was not too good.

As for the proud magical resistance of the three-headed dog, it might be difficult to penetrate for most wizards, but for Grindelwald, it could be resolved by slightly increasing the magic equivalent.

"Oh!"

Boom!

"Wang! Wang! Wang!"

Boom!

"Ooooooo..."

The great dog that fell to the ground again finally did not attempt to get up again, it carefully curled up in the corner with its injured right paw, three tongues licking the wound in turns, and six eyes looking across the hallway. The two figures flashed with confusion and fear, and a series of whimpering sounded from their mouths.

Finally, he understood why Hagrid never brought it to this castle ~ ~ because the real demon lives in this castle.

This world is terrible...

I really want to go home...

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