Harry Potter and the Legend of the Temple

The huge black shadow slowly rising behind Fenrir covered the entire wall of the meeting hall, and the aura exuded by the darkness made people tremble.

"War Knight...it is indeed you."

The rich voice of Yoms sounded from behind Louis. He was breathing heavily, and was gradually exhausted in the state of the original werewolf, but his eyes flashed with the enthusiasm for fighting, not because of Fenrir. The war knight was exposed but felt frightened.

He walked up to Lewis and used his body to block the pressure from the dark force. The figure of the war knight was still expanding, and Yoms's angry wolf fist had already greeted him.

He knew how terrifying the War Knights were. They were dark creatures from legends and were the only beings in the dark latitudes second only to the Dark Lords. They will choose four wizards as spokespersons, and these four wizards are four knights. They represent war, death, famine and plague. Only through these four knights can the lord of the dark latitude come to the world.

Obviously, Fenrir as the spokesperson of the War Knight has not achieved 100% fit. The aura he is releasing now is much weaker than that of the complete knight.

However, Yomus' fist was unexpectedly caught by Fenrir. It was almost a punch that he concentrated all his strength on, but Fenrir raised his arm slightly. Yoms almost felt as if his power was completely hitting an iron plate, and the feedback made his whole arm numb instantly.

"This Origin Werewolf is nothing more than that." Fenrir tilted his head and looked at Yoms, "I thought you were so strong, but I didn't expect..."

Fenrir didn't know when a wand appeared in his hand, and a black light spurted out from the wand and hit Yomus' chest.

Everything happened too fast, bright red blood spurted out, Yoms was knocked down by the black magic, and the scars on his chest were shocking. They were obvious burn wounds caused by black magic.

Ordinary magic will not have any significant impact on werewolves, let alone an extreme bloodline like the original werewolves. But the black magic used by Fenrir at this moment caused Yomus to lose his ability to fight in an instant.

"Wingardim Leviosa!"

Louis used a levitation spell to alleviate some of the impact, but the impact of black magic made him miserable.

Fenrir raised his head. The dark energy had surrounded his entire body, and his eyes were completely penetrated by black light. The lingering aura seemed to swallow Lewis whole.

The dark shadow of the war knight continued to expand, and gradually penetrated into the surrounding werewolf bodies. It seemed that the violent factors in their bodies were aroused. The werewolves were grabbing their heads one by one, howling incessantly, and their bodies gradually changed, slowly turning into brutal and irrational werewolves.

"Stupid wizard, do you still want to resist?"

The war knight's black spear stabbed Louis fiercely, and the sharp edge continued to amplify in his eyes along with the sound of explosions in the air, but he did not panic at all.

"Ice!"

The temperature in the cave dropped rapidly, and it seemed that it was the effect of Louis' magic that built a thick layer of ice and rock in front of him.

"Wow!"

The ice shattered instantly, and the giant spear did not stop, but it was indeed slower due to the obstruction of the ice rock.

However, this time was enough for Louis to dodge, and the black spear flew into the air, leaving a very deep mark on the ground.

"The little boy's body skills are quite flexible."

Fenrir roared again, and the dark energy turned into a black dragon, which emerged from the wand in his hand. It was pure black magic energy. Louis almost tried his best to summon a flame bird.

In mid-air, the bird and the dragon were entangled, but the power of dark energy was much stronger than ordinary magical power.

"Give up, you will never be able to defeat the power from another dimension." Fenrir smiled evilly, "This is the power given to me by the Dark Lord, what do you think..."

"Huh? What is this?"

The black dragon swallowed up the Firebird after two or three rounds, but when it was about to attack Lewis, the black dragon stopped.

It was a ball-shaped thing like an eyeball. It kept turning in Lewis's hand, and it looked a bit like Moody's Magic Eye.

Fenrir glanced at those eyes, and suddenly, his pupils instantly dilated, and an emotion of extreme fear arose in his heart.

"No, this... what the hell is this?!"

"Get it away! Get it away!"

Fenrir's momentum had completely dropped, and what appeared before his eyes was the most terrifying scene in his heart.

Even Louis himself was not sure that this trick would actually work. The fearful magical energy brought by the Eye of Fear poured out as his power spurred him on.

"ah!!"

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Fenrir knelt on the ground, eyes blank, and the war knights behind him gradually collapsed and dispersed. He was trembling, and he no longer had the royal aura of a hunter. What fell on the ground was a trembling little wolf.

"Don't come over, don't come over! Father, I was wrong. Father, don't hit me, please."

He was wailing and wailing, and what he recalled was what happened when he was a child. The old wolf king with strict discipline was Fenrir's biggest nightmare. Once he made a mistake, he would be beaten and scolded by the old patriarch. That is to say, when he was a child, he was a timid and cowardly werewolf.

His brother's ridicule and his father's scolding and disdain from the tribe made him full of hatred for the entire tribe, so when he was expelled from the werewolf tribe, he was not unhappy at all.

But the most fundamental source of the seeds of hatred is the fear in the heart. If the wizarding world knew that Fenrir, the werewolf that everyone feared, was actually a timid man who was afraid of his father, I am afraid his jaw would be dropped.

"Legilimency."

Louis walked up to Fenrir, the magical power of his Eye of Terror was almost exhausted. The moment he put away his eyes of fear, magic entered his mind.

Lewis was not very familiar with the magic of Legilimency, and more than half of the power in his body had been consumed by the Firebird just now. He still encountered a little obstacle when he invaded Fenrir's mind.

However, soon, Fenrir's resistance gradually disappeared, and the psychological damage caused by the power of fear was quite effective. Without any surprise, he knew the answer he wanted to know.

However, just when Lewis wanted to go deeper, the deep sound rang in his ears.

"Get out of my head!"

Fenrir's angry look appeared in front of him, and before Louis could react, he was instantly pulled away from Fenrir's thoughts.

"Hmm."

"Didn't your family teach you not to look into people's privacy at will?"

Fenrir's face showed extreme dissatisfaction, and he punched Louis. The distance was too close, and the werewolf was physically strong. Louis would definitely die with this punch.

But at this moment, a werewolf's hand stretched out from the ground and slowly stopped Fenrir's fist.

"It's over, Fenrir, accept your fate, you lose."