Professor, please pay the debt

Harry didn't immediately join the battle. He rode a broomstick over the village, looking for the prey tonight...

This was no difficulty, for several houses were set on fire, illuminating everything on the ground like a huge bonfire, and some wizards were driven from the houses that protected them, and there were men and women among them. There were also old people and children, they ran away in fright, crying for God Merlin, hoping to get his protection.

However, the werewolves obviously didn't take Merlin seriously, they treated every captured wizard cruelly——

Smashing with a wooden stick is the most merciful means, compared to which they prefer to gnaw and tear.

Although today is not a full moon night, no werewolves except Fenrir can transform, but the nature of the beasts still drives them to do so, and Hogsmeade village has become a real hell on earth.

Harry flew over the heads of these suffering wizards without any help, he knew what he had to do, he had only one target tonight, and that was Fenrir Greyback.

Soon, Harry found it. Just three streets away, the leader of the werewolves was leading several companions standing in front of a three-story building. They obviously took this place as their attack target. The huge wooden stick The door was smashed, and it seemed that it was about to be unable to hold on. There were women's screams and children's cries in the room. It's even more exciting.

At this moment, a wizard appeared from the window on the third floor. His wand emitted a red light and shot vertically at the werewolves at the gate. One of the werewolves was hit. He knelt down and howled in pain. , the others stopped immediately, looked up and scolded the person upstairs, Fenrir was standing a little further away and was not prepared to participate in the attack.

But now, he was irritated, and he wanted to teach this guy who dared to resist severely. He raised his head and made a terrible roar towards the night sky. His head was lengthening, and so was his body, and his shoulders were arched.The hair on his face and hands is clearly visible, and the hands are curling into claws...

Harry knew that the opportunity must not be missed, as werewolves are relatively vulnerable at the moment of transformation, so he cast the Death Curse without hesitation, and a green light hit Fenrir instantly, and before he could complete his transformation, his tall body flew away. He got up, and slammed into the crumbling door like a fired shell. The door couldn't bear the force, and after making a loud noise, he fell to the ground. Fenrir's body rolled into the dark doorway.

Harry knew that Fenrir wasn't dead. Werewolves were thick-skinned beasts. They were naturally resistant to spells. A Death Curse would do them as much damage as the Cruciatus Curse would do to a wizard.To actually kill them requires more savage methods.

"Harry Potter!" The wizard upstairs screamed, "Merlin! It's Harry Potter!"

At the same time, the werewolves downstairs also turned around and looked at Harry angrily, holding up the wooden club in their hands, ready to smash Harry's head at any moment.

Harry let the broom land on the street. He turned a blind eye to those werewolves showing fierce faces. He tapped his wand on the broom handle, and the broom flew up by itself, and rose steadily to the wizard on the third floor. So clever, he took the broom and shouted at Harry, "Oh, thank you! Thank you..."

Harry didn't seem to hear. He stared at the dark doorway with a serious expression and concentrated eyes. He annoyed Fenrir with the most arrogant tone possible, "Get out when you've had enough sleep. Do you want to build a nest in it? You stupid beast!"

"Ow—"

The roar of the beast sounded in the house, making everyone tense up——

A beast is a beast, and it is easy to be provoked to anger. Fenrir desperately wanted to pounce on it and bite it. With a huge impact, a gray giant rushed out from the inside. The size of the gate was relatively large. The transformed Fenrir was really too small, the empty door frame was smashed, and it grew twice as big, and even the balcony on the second floor was knocked out a gap, and wood chips and dust flew everywhere Both are.

When Fenrir was fully displayed in front of people, both the wizard and his werewolf companions took a deep breath, Merlin!It's so strong!

The current Fenrir is completely in the shape of a wolf. It is covered with short hair and is 9 feet tall. Its limbs are thick and powerful. Harry, Harry was standing just a few feet away from it, less than half its height. On the surface, the difference in strength between the two was huge. There were many people's exclamations. In the surrounding intact houses, the wizards leaned out of the windows and watched anxiously. They were worried about Harry's situation, and some even cried loudly.

But Harry himself is very calm, which is actually a psychological advantage. After all, Fenrir was his servant before, and Harry can't remember how many times he saw Fenrir in wolf form. , the former Dark Lord liked to take Fenrir to scare people.I have to say that taking such a pet out is much more beautiful than walking a dog.

Harry combed the broken hair on his forehead with his hands. The lightning-shaped scar was particularly eye-catching against the backdrop of the flames. Fenrir's eyes suddenly became very big, and the blood-red eyeballs almost came out of the frame. Haha Leigh knew it recognized him, and...

"Avada!"

A green light shot out from Harry's wand, and hit the giant wolf fiercely. This time the effect was completely different from just now. The giant wolf just fell back a few feet, rolled over and stood up again. Woke up.

Harry took this opportunity to turn around and run, Fenrir had already recognized the savior, how could he give up so easily, so the beast chased after him without thinking.

As he ran, Harry used various spells to slow down the wolf's speed-it was actually very dangerous to do so.

Because the two-legged Harry couldn't outrun the four-legged Fenrir anyway, but Harry had to take the risk. In order to lure the prey into the trap, the hunter had to use himself as bait.

Fortunately, he is familiar with the roads of Hogsmeade, and he can always lead Fenrir into some narrow alleys, making it difficult for his huge body up to 9 feet to move.

Even so, when Fenrir stepped into the trap, Harry was exhausted. This was an abandoned restaurant, and the hall on the first floor was dark and eerie. After the giant wolf rushed in, he became Cautiously, it stretched out its nose to sniff the air, and looked at the door hesitantly, as if it wanted to leave.

Although the werewolf has a grumpy temper, he has a keen intuition of a beast. Fenrir's intuition told it that this place is very dangerous, "God has no shadow!"

In the darkness, a ferocious Z-shaped light rushed towards Fenrir, cutting a wound on its hard skin, and the blood immediately flowed out. Fenrir let out an angry wolf howl, and leaped towards the magic spell with all his strength. With a thud, Fenrir hit the wall, before it could stand up, the second Divine Edge Shadowless Curse hit it again, at this time Fenrir just felt angry.

It didn't worry about anything, because such a small wound didn't bother it at all. It continued to scramble left and right to bite the savior. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. It will become Lord Voldemort's most valued subordinate. One drop Blood slowly flowed out of the wound, and was thrown onto the wooden floor with the movements of the limbs...

Not long after, a thin vine came out from the gap in the floor, carefully approached the drop of blood, and lightly touched it.After that, the vines squirmed and twisted, as if they were digesting, or inspecting the goods...

Fenrir was completely unaware of the subtle movements on the floor, it wanted to bite people wholeheartedly, for this it was hit a few more times, the wounds had already spread all over the body, slowly oozing blood.

But Fenrir didn't care, these were just skin traumas, and they didn't affect its actions at all. On the other hand, Harry, he was a little tired, and the continuous use of black magic made his underage body a bit unbearable. His strength was gradually weakening. If he followed this style of play, Harry would have to be dragged to death if he wasn't bitten to death.

Of course this is not possible!

The reason why the trap is called a trap is because of the sharp blade at the bottom, which is the real deadly weapon.

Fenrir's blood flowed more and more, and correspondingly, more and more vines protruded from the floor. They no longer hesitated like the first vines, but absorbed the blood quickly, and occasionally could hear it in the dark. With the sound of "Silk", there was an ominous atmosphere in the air. Fenrir finally decided to give up the savior under the influence of restlessness and irritability. He stretched his limbs and jumped towards the door.However, Harry was standing there, determined to keep his prey in the trap.

"Avada!"

The green light representing the death curse hit the giant wolf again, and it was sent flying and fell to the floor. This time Harry used all his magic power, Fenrir couldn't get up immediately, and it rolled on the floor in pain, Howl like a beast.

At this time, the floor began to shake, and the whole house shook. It felt like an earthquake.

Fenrir instinctively felt fear, and he wanted to get up, but it was too late. Countless tiny vines came out from under the floor and wrapped around his body. The floor was squeezed out of shape. These vines were actually Not too great.

Because they can't bite through the hard skin of werewolves, touching the fur is as harmless as petting.

It’s different if it touches the wound, they will pierce in like an awl, and then you will hear the sound of “slippery silk”, Fenrir was terrified, it struggled hard, and vines were torn off from time to time, But there are always more vines poking out from under the floorboards.

The floor vibrated more violently, and finally, with a bang, it was lifted up in one piece, and a plant that looked like a sea anemone slowly rose up. Tiny vines, these vines are thin and long, waving in the air like the hair of a banshee, fully occupying the entire hall, Fenrir's huge body is being entangled by them, at first Fenrir struggled, The sharp teeth bit off countless vines, but with the loss of blood, the giant wolf's resistance became weaker and weaker...