demon hunter at hogwarts

According to a former Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts: When you are alone on a full moon night and encounter an adult werewolf who has completed his transformation, there are only two things you have to do.

First thing: run.

Second thing: Pray to Merlin that he can run away.

The reason is simple. Werewolves are far superior to ordinary wizards in agility and strength. Their eyes can see clearly at night, and they have a keen sense of smell, which makes wizards who are targeted by werewolves unable to escape.

Once in a head-to-head confrontation, although werewolves cannot use magic, they have tough fur and strong muscles to protect them from harm. They also have strong magic resistance, and ordinary spells have little effect on them.

On the contrary, they only need to bite the wizard and let their saliva mix with the wizard's blood, and they can ruin the poor guy's life.

Regulus' reaction was very quick, and he had already cast his magic before the werewolf pounced.

Seven or eight crisscrossing vines sprouted from the ground and quickly twisted together, wrapping around the werewolf's limbs and neck like a giant python, pulling him back violently.

However, within seconds, the vines were torn to pieces by the angry werewolf.

"There are many obstacles! They are all petrified!" Regulus released spells continuously, but they could only make the werewolf's movements slightly stiff.

Seeing that the spell was ineffective, Regulus had no choice but to resort to his new skill, Sacrifice to Fire.

A wall of green flames suddenly rose from under his feet, blocking the way between him and the werewolf.

Unfortunately, the werewolf had no intention of retreating in front of the flames. Instead, he rushed towards the wall of flames.

Flames immediately covered the werewolf's body, but there was no smell of burning fur.

The werewolf let out a sharp howl that cut through the night sky.

The green flame brought him pain that pierced the depths of his soul.

Regulus also felt uncomfortable at this time. The werewolf's attack just now was not without any achievements.The terrifying sharp claws had left several deep wounds on his body, running straight from his right shoulder to his abdomen, and blood was gushing out.

The severe pain made Regulus unable to maintain his magic, and the flames surrounding the werewolf's body quickly extinguished.

The werewolf who fell to the ground wailing and twitching quickly recovered, struggled to get up again, got on all fours, and slowly crawled towards Regulus.

After being injured, the werewolf became even more ferocious, and his only thought at the moment was to tear the human in front of him into pieces.

Regulus tried casting two healing spells on himself, but they were completely ineffective. Healing the wounds caused by the werewolf required silver powder and white essence.

He has both of these things, but no time.

The werewolf pounced, and Regulus shouted: "The Transformation Tablet!"

An invisible stone wall seemed to appear in the air, and the werewolf made a muffled "bang" sound when it hit it, looking a little dazed.

After getting a short gap, Regulus was thinking about what spells he would use to subdue the werewolf. His magic power was already very much consumed. Although the power of the sacrificial flame was powerful, it also consumed a lot of him.

"You can't beat a wolf cub, he's too weak." A deep voice suddenly sounded.

"Who?" Regulus immediately asked warily.

Then he suddenly realized that the voice was ringing directly in his mind, the same indistinguishable voice from the previous nightmare.

At this pause, the werewolf had already pounced, and Regulus watched helplessly as the werewolf's fangs and claws gradually approached.

"Study hard!" the voice spoke again.

The next moment, Regulus fell into an extremely strange situation, as if his body had gained independent consciousness. In a way he had never imagined, he jumped more than two meters high, easily dodging the werewolf's attack. He also didn't forget to throw out two balls of sacrificial fire, accurately hitting the werewolf's back.

The fire was not big, and it only caused the werewolf to howl a few times before it went out.

But at this time, "Regulus" had already held a dagger given by Bellatrix in each of his hands, and was in a fighting posture.

When the werewolf pounced again, "Regulus" easily avoided it with his nimble movements, and then used dance-like steps to shuttle around the werewolf, and launched an attack with his dagger.

The werewolf howled in vain, as if mad, but no matter how hard he attacked, the fangs and claws could not even touch the enemy's robes.

The two daggers reflected the full moon, turning into silver arcs of light in the hands of "Regulus", constantly causing wounds on the werewolf's body.

It has to be said that the black magic attached to Bellatrix's dagger is indeed powerful. Even after more than ten years, the effect is still significant, and even werewolves cannot resist it.

Soon, the bruised werewolf realized that the opponent in front of him was not something he could defeat.

But he wanted to escape at this time, but it was too late. After staggering a few steps, he fell to the ground with a wailing sound, his limbs twitched a few times and became motionless.

After the werewolf fell to the ground, Regulus realized that he had regained control of his body, but his limbs were sore and exhausted, as if he had played a Quidditch match that lasted three days and nights.

"Now you can deal with him as you like." The voice sounded in his mind again, seeming a little tired.

"who are you?"

The voice stopped answering.

He asked a few more questions, but the owner of the voice seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep and no longer responded to any of Regulus' questions.

Regulus realized that further questioning would lead to nothing.

So he quickly treated his wounds, then found the wand left on the ground, and walked towards the werewolf vigilantly to check the situation.

He immediately understood what the voice meant by "deal with it casually."

The werewolf was seen dying on the ground, his body throbbing slightly, and his fur was soaked with blood. The blood that was still slowly seeping out had turned black due to the influence of the black magic on the dagger.

In addition to horror, there was also a hint of relief in the eyes that were open.

Regulus quickly pointed his wand at the werewolf and chanted a long and obscure spell in a chant-like voice.

As the spell took effect, a gray light shrouded the werewolf, and the criss-crossing wounds on his body slowly healed.

Due to the serious injuries, the werewolf had passed out.

After Regulus used a counter-spell to remove the black magic attached to the dagger, he had very little magic power left.

"Kreacher!" he called to the elf.

"Master Regulus is injured! What should Kreacher do! He failed to protect Master Regulus!" After the elf appeared, he quickly saw Regulus' appearance and immediately began to punish himself.

"Kreacher, you are not allowed to punish yourself." Regulus had expected that the elf would do this, and said helplessly, "I want you to do two things. First, take us home. Then send this letter. .”

He took out a letter he had already written and handed it to the elf.

Kreacher was still sobbing, giving one hand to Regulus to hold tightly, and grabbing the werewolf's paw with the other hand, and disapparated.