novelraw Chapter 121 Full Moon
Chapter 121 Full Moon
Even more than 20 years ago, when the Dark Lord was in his heyday both in terms of power and magic, a direct confrontation with Dumbledore was something the Dark wizard would try to avoid.
What's more, the current so-called Dark Lord is just an ugly baby who can't even walk alone.
There has always been a saying among wizards - the only person the Dark Lord fears the most is Dumbledore.Fenrir Greyback, who had been on the run in fear, believed it now.
What Fenrir didn't understand was that Dumbledore had already followed them when they first set foot on the European continent.Even if the old man with white beard chased them for a few more hours, he would be able to catch them all. However, he seemed to be confused all of a sudden—and suddenly gave up inexplicably.
Fenrir didn't bother to think about it, and the Dark Lord broke out into a maniacal laughter that this crippled body might not be able to bear, constantly mocking Dumbledore's incompetence.
Afterwards, the plan to allow the Dark Lord to obtain a complete body was put on the agenda - the Dark Lord told Fenrir that he would use an ancient black magic, and one of the raw materials was Harry Potter, the culprit who led him into his current situation.
"She's in America..." Fenrir protested, while they were hiding in a cave in the primeval forest of Albania, "You can't expect me to go to America to catch you a witch. Ni, how do I get into that magic school under heavy protection?"
"This is a puzzle that you need to solve by yourself, Fenrir, I only look at the results..." The Dark Lord was so angry that it was time to drink the potion again, and a werewolf whom he cast the Imperius Curse stepped forward , half kneeling at the feet of the Dark Lord on the stone bench, feeding him the potion.
This picture that once severely damaged the dignity of his own ethnic group no longer touched Fenrir in any way.
"Bring her back to me, and only with her blood will my reshaped body be the most powerful—don't play tricks on me, if you fail, your whole body will become like that hand."
The Dark Lord waved his dead branch-like arm disdainfully at Fenrir, "The antidote and magic I provide you are only enough to last for two months, you can ask for more blessings."
Therefore, in order to save his life, Fenrir Greyback, the leader of the werewolves who once dominated one side, was forced to sneak into the United States with a small number of men, and began to search for the "Girl Who Lived".
How hard can it be to catch a little witch?Fenrir consoled himself.
But just to be on the safe side, he began to build his own werewolf army in the United States—fantasizing that even if he failed to capture Harry Potter, maybe this army of werewolves deployed in the United States could be used as a tribute to the Dark Lord, allowing him to escape cruel punishment.
He thought that his actions could be called secret, but he didn't expect that he would still be disturbed by the three children who had just crawled out from under the bed in front of him.
Overreaching - Fenrir showed a ferocious smile...
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When Tim scanned the documents in Peter's hand just now, Harry knew what they were about to face with just a quick glance - a werewolf, a creature from the third-year Defense Against the Dark Arts textbook.
So werewolves are experimenting with transforming No-Maj children in Gotham...it couldn't be worse...
However, this is Gotham's business, and even more the responsibility of the wizarding world, so Harley didn't point it out in front of Peter, but planned to communicate with Tim and Uncle Bruce alone afterwards.
She really didn't expect that the dean, who was already evil enough, was still in collusion with werewolves.
Realizing that they could no longer hide, the three decisively crawled out from under the bed, ready to attack.
"Quick note, we're dealing with werewolves..." Harry quickly added in a whisper.
"What?!" Before Peter could finish his words, a tall figure appeared at the door of the bedroom, staring at them with ferocious eyes.
"...he even looks like a wolf..." Peter muttered.
"Two strong teenagers, not bad. Although I don't understand why you, the red one, are dressed like this." The tall werewolf half turned sideways, and ordered the dean with a full of disdain, "Leave these two little ones , and killed the adult."
The dean tremblingly raised his pistol/gun.
In the next second, Peter glued the dean's pistol/gun over with spider silk, and handed it to Tim, who unloaded the bullet/gun two or three times.
The werewolf watched with interest and nodded, "That's right."
"You are useless, Avada Kedavra." To the surprise of the three children, the werewolf directly took out his wand, and a beam of green light fell into the dean's chest, and the dean lay down unconsciously, In this way, he died quickly and silently in front of the three of them.
"He's still a wizard..." Harry called out to the two boys before throwing Peter to the left, who was still stupefied, "Dodge all green and red spells... no, dodge all colored ones Curse!"
Harry was never worried about Brother Tim's evasion skills, but Peter seemed to be in a trance. In the blink of an eye, Harry chose to throw Peter down.
Rolling over with Spider-Man, Harley and the others dodged a few red lights—Crush, it seemed that the werewolf did not intend to kill them for the time being.
"Torn apart!" Harry yelled at the window of the dean's bedroom, drawing out the wand and short stick at the side of his leg from under her skirt.
Tim also threw a few exploding Batarangs at the right time.
The three kids jump out of the window together—Tim always carries a grappling gun, and Peter swings out with Harry in his arms, using the power of the spider's silk.
Leading the battlefield away from the building where the innocent masses are gathered is the first action both the Robins and Spider-Man will take.
The heavy snow that had been falling outside for a whole day finally showed signs of stopping, and now there were only scattered small snowflakes floating around.
After the three landed on the ground, they rolled gently in the ankle-high snow, and Harry's bare arms were covered with snowflakes—they were quickly melted into water droplets by the body temperature.
The werewolf jumped down from the third floor following them, slowed down the impact of the landing with a spell, and walked slowly towards the three of them.
"Don't tell Uncle Clark," Harry whispered to Tim, breathing white in the dim light of the streetlights, "this is a wizard, and he's never been good at dealing with magical enemies."
A Superman controlled by a dark wizard with the Imperius Curse?There is no need to fight at all, it is better to surrender directly.
At this time, Clark, who was busy dealing with the talkative mayor, didn't know that he was rejected like this.
"Are you...a wizard?" Greyback stared at the red-haired girl in a white dress in the snow in front of him. It was a pleasant surprise. The survival rate of wizards after being bitten by him was obviously higher than that of Muggles...
It's just that the girl in front of him must be very delicious - Greyback is struggling between satisfying his appetite and building a werewolf army.
"Not just wizards." Harry stepped forward, standing in front of Tim and Peter, enemies from her world.
She raised her wand, "Here comes the big knife and the universal belt!"
The knife and belt placed in Tim's brother's car broke through the car window and flew towards the alley behind the Welfare Hospital.
However, the werewolf in front of him had already started to attack.
Brother Tim didn't have many weapons on him. He shot a grappling gun at the werewolf's face, but was blocked by the iron armor curse.
"By the way, you guys... still have this trick." Tim was frustrated, and the batarang he threw didn't seem to be able to cause any substantial damage to the rough-skinned werewolf.
The werewolf just wiped a few handfuls of blood, and continued to throw red or green spells at the three children who kept avoiding them.
Peter jumped onto the street lamp, trying to grab the weapon in the opponent's hand with the spider silk. No one would have expected that there would be three other equally ferocious werewolves rushing from the other side of the alley.
A red light from one of the werewolf wands hit the unsuspecting Peter, who struggled and fell into the snow.
"Disarm!" "Damn out!" Two spells hit the werewolf who had just hit Peter one after another.
The Disarming Charm was cast by Harley, who was surprised to note that the Stunning Charm had been cast by one of the three werewolves who appeared later.
This person... looks familiar?Is it a helper?
Before Harry had time to think about it, he reached out to catch the big knife and universal belt that finally flew from the underground garage.
At this moment, the "good" werewolf and Tim's brother were trying to attract all the attacks and attention of the other two werewolves, buying time for Harry.
Tim removed the arm of one of the werewolves, causing his wand to fall; and the "good" werewolf also managed to disarm the first werewolf who showed up and killed the Dean.
"I didn't expect...you are a traitor." Greyback stared at this werewolf who only joined the group in the United States, and always felt that he seemed to have seen this high-ranking stinky face somewhere.
"Lupin's son?" Greyback sneered, remembering, "did your father appreciate the gift? He spurned creatures like werewolves to my face, so I made his son ours too. I think I still have a good sense of humor.”
"These words don't make any sense, Greyback," the wand in Lupine's hand trembled slightly. For the sake of information, he had been forced to hide from the werewolf clan for several months, facing the culprit who ruined his entire life every day, even It was exhausting to obey orders - he had never wanted to use Avada Kedavra more than now, and he knew he would succeed...
"You lost, you lost to me. You will be judged." He looked at Harry who was not far away, and lowered the tip of his staff.
"I must say, you still don't completely regard yourself as a werewolf, you are always unwilling to give up on your own humanity, and refuse to accept the reality." Greyback did not have the slightest fear and worry to be subdued, "For example, you forgot that today is full moon."
The author has something to say:
*Regarding Greyback's wand, although in the Pottermore Supplement to the story of Greyback biting Lupin, he was captured by the Ministry without a wand.
But in the hp text, when the Ha 7 trio was captured in Malfoy Manor, and in the scenes of the Ha 6 movie, this werewolf has a magic wand.
(Bellatrix snatched Fenrir's wand at the time, there is a special description - "she whispered to Greyback, taking the wand from his limp hands.)
Here we use the setting that their werewolf has a magic wand.