Hogwarts: Atypical Slytherin

Professor Lupine's head is elongating, not just upward, but also moving forward, his flat mouth becomes protruding, and his body is also stretched upward, like a balloon that is being stretched and constantly being pushed into the air, and it immediately becomes Become huge.

The clothes on his body were gradually stretched out by his protruding body. Harry guessed that this might be why the strapped professor always wore patched clothes - perhaps thanks to the ability to mend these torn pieces of cloth. Original shape by highly skilled tailor.

The professor who was chatting and laughing a second ago suddenly transformed into a man with hair all over his body, a ferocious face, and waving sharp claws that only beasts have. No matter who he was, he would be shocked.

He shouldn't have turned his head like that. Clooney was standing right in front of him. At the moment when he transformed into a beast, if he hadn't felt someone behind him, he would have jumped forward.

The werewolf transformed into a wolf the day after tomorrow was irrational, and the only potion that could bring him this kind of thing was knocked over on the grass. The grass on the grass was full, and only a trace of liquid remained in the potion bottle. Traces of the medicine once hidden inside were found.

Before the dog bites his prey, the first thing he attacks is not directly in front of him, which is still some time away. Everyone who has been around a dog understands that the first thing it attacks must be the blind spot of its vision, and it is possible to attack behind its weakest point.

Lupine, or rather, the Beast as he should now be called.

The beast twisted its waist with incredible agility and clawed backwards with its extended claws. Snape subconsciously blocked him and pushed him back with very rough force, almost knocking him. Pushed him to the ground.

The figure slowed down in Crowney's eyes.

"We can't use the repelling spell now." The spell won't turn. They stood almost in a straight line. They couldn't bear such a big risk.

She had never felt her heart beating so fast - another tragedy - was about to happen in front of her?

She was powerless in the past——

In the distance, Miss Albert raised her wand, blue light flashed in front of their eyes, and the claw stopped for just a moment.

This is enough!

Dark light flashed from her eyes, and whirlwinds rose up behind her. Immediately afterwards, there was an explosion-like sound in the air, and Harry couldn't see Clooney's movements clearly in the night.

Like a faint flash of black lightning, the figure disappeared into the dark night almost instantly. In less than a blink of an eye, a yellow creature that was almost as big as a werewolf flashed out after a huge sonic boom.

The air wave almost knocked Snape over, and something crashed into his arms along the air wave. Snape's rustling robe blocked Harry's forward view.

Harry heard a howl, like the sound of a wounded dog. The creature grabbed the right paw that was pointing towards Snape, pulled it downwards hard, and rolled down the slope together with the huge werewolf.

This time he saw clearly. Out of the shade of the trees, both creatures stood under the shadow of the moon. The muscles all over the body of the golden creature were stretched tightly, and on the water surface reflected by the moonlight, the figure seemed to have grown several times in size.

A beautiful golden tiger. One of its eyes had a scratch that was so deep that the bone could be seen, and the bloody eye was half-closed.

In order to avoid the werewolf's instant forward bite, and as it continued to move in their direction, it sacrificed its non-lethal parts and followed the force of the werewolf's clawing and biting force to kick him to the black lake. edge.

In the remaining eye, the blue, inorganic vertical pupil flashed with cruel and wanton viciousness. Only creatures that come face to face with it can see those terrifying eyes.

Their eyes were fixed on each other, and they seemed not to notice any other living beings.

Worrying about Harry outweighed his momentary sanity, Snape raised his wand in the direction of the werewolf again. Through the dim moonlight, Harry saw Snape's dark and sharp silhouette. His whole body seemed to be tense, ready to cast spells.

The big cat's back hair stood up high, its back was arched, and its front teeth were exposed by its raised upper lip like the werewolf in front of it. Both sides had the purr of an engine submerged in water.

The werewolf glanced in their direction from a distance. As soon as he moved his steps to the right, the tiger also took a step in the same direction with its huge paws.

They moved until the tiger was almost back in front of them.

It seemed like a long time passed before the beast turned its head dejectedly, angrily smashed into the water of the black lake, and slipped into the forbidden forest along the border of the black lake.

Even so, the tiger didn't move.

Like a real beast, it paced slowly, from in front of them to behind them, until the figure completely disappeared in the jungle, and even the sparse sound of its body brushing against the bushes disappeared. When it was gone, it turned around.

It exhaled a breath of watery breath, swung its tail, and the muscles on its body rose and fell with its movements. The blood flowed along the fur to its furry chin, dyeing the white fur dark red. With a strong smell of blood, this terrifying giant creature walked in front of them.

The tiger used its soft fur to circle around him sideways, and then walked straight in Snape's direction. It went from being on all fours to being on two feet, and finally turned into Miss Albert, who was roughly wiping the surrounding blood with her sleeves.

"Wand," she gasped, holding out her hand to the shocked Snape.

The air seemed to be thickened by the smell. I don't know where it was caught, and the fresh blood flowed downwards as if it was free.

Snape's face was dark, and Harry thought he was going to curse in the next second, but he didn't say anything.

Only then did he see clearly that Snape was holding more than one wand. He pushed the black one into Crowney's hand. Cold eyes glanced at him, but did not cause trouble for him.

"It's okay." The girl who had just fought had a big fight. The muscles in her arms seemed to be shaking, but her tone was still gentle, "Let's go back first, Harry?"

"Are you okay?" Seeing Claudia breaking the silence, Harry finally summoned his courage and asked softly, "You look like you're seriously injured, Lenny."

"You said it, it seems." She teased lightly, "I think we should be lucky that 'Professor Lupin' doesn't lick his fingers."

“Otherwise, what you will see is another Aowu~’s Aowu~·”

"It's not funny..." Harry was actually a little amused by her description, but this kind of laughter was inappropriate. The broken skin of her eyes was almost covered by the rolled flesh. Her appearance was too It's so miserable that there's no point in making fun of it.

"I just want to relax the current atmosphere." She half-closed her eyes, breathing quickly to calm her pounding heart, "This is too tight."

"It's weird," she said to herself. "It doesn't hurt at all."

As soon as she finished speaking, Professor Snape, who had always been silent, seemed to finally be unable to bear what she did. He pulled her up from the ground forcefully and let her head rest on his arm. Without the cushion of cotton, his strong muscles hurt her.

"Look up," he said.

The flesh followed the downward gravity and closed back over her eyes. With her head raised strangely, Clooney could only see the beating hair beside his ears and Harry standing upside down.

This made her a little dizzy.

Snape didn't say another word. It seemed that no one was standing there, even though he had protected that person behind him not long ago.

He was leaving even faster than when he came.