Hogwarts Raven (Harry Potter) Chapter 413 164 The Mystery of Werewolves and Gryffindor Par

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Even their bodies grew more muscular, their enhanced physical forms allowed them to endure the falling debris. The pain only deepened the rage in their eyes.

Though they were still of mortal flesh and could be cut by sharp stones, their healing ability was astonishing, wounds started to close and regenerate the mont they ford.

Of course—

Their recovery wasn't quite as fast as Deadpool's or Wolverine's, but those two didn't exist, at least not in this universe.

Werewolves, on the other hand, were very real and fairly nurous in this world. The virus that infected them, in so ways, wasn't without potential value.

"This kind of regeneration..."

Ian felt he had just discovered a dical miracle.

If werewolves could be bred in captivity and the infectious nature of their condition neutralized, wouldn't that an an endless supply of kidneys and blood?

Indeed!

What old werewolf Lucas said earlier was right! All excellent businessn think about sustainable developnt, drugs that don't cure diseases but control them are the best kind of drugs!

"I've achieved another breakthrough in my thinking."

Amid the chaos—

Ian sohow still found ti to have an epiphany.

Of course, werewolves were also charging in his direction, and so werewolf wizards had even fired magic at him, but he evaded them all with his masterful, snake-like footwork.

This was a young wizard who had seen his fair share of crises, handling a situation like this was effortless for him. He didn't even draw his wand, which at this point was more of a decorative prop.

That said—

It wasn't like he couldn't use magic at all.

"Impedinta!"

For the werewolves he absolutely couldn't dodge, he used magic to create obstacles, blocking those who tried to grab or infect him.

"Don't kill anyone!"

Old werewolf Lucas shouted, but very few werewolves were actually listening.

He had clearly lost control of the situation.

Even though the Awakening Potion allowed transford werewolves to retain their rationality, the truth was that most of them harbored deep-seated rage and discontent that reason couldn't suppress.

It might be considered a kind of "class resentnt" within the wizarding world; many werewolves, seeing a young wizard who looked like he ca from a privileged background, had the darkest parts of their hearts stirred up.

Their eyes glead with jealousy and hatred in the sunlight, as though sothing in Ian touched a raw nerve deep inside them.

"They're bullying just because my Magic Power is weak!" Ian helplessly realized he couldn't manage to cast even a Kedavra Curse, no matter how many tis he tried. Perhaps it had a lot to do with how pitifully little Magic Power he had been given.

Hmm.

Or maybe there was a "delay" from remotely controlling this transfigured body? Either way, when Ian tried to cast Fiendfyre, only a weak wisp of fla flickered out of his wand tip.

"This guy's a weakling!"

Seeing this, the werewolves howled even more fiercely, launching into frenzied attacks. Their sharp claws glinted coldly in the moonlight as they lunged toward Ian.

"Guess I'll have to use the most basic form of Magic Power manipulation."

Surrounded on all sides, Ian conjured a glowing turtle-shell-like shield that gave off a soft white light, an idea inspired by a mage character from a ga called Legend.

Original magic!

Simple, practical, and low on Magic Power usage.

The only drawback was that its strength depended entirely on the strength of the user's Magic Power.

The werewolves slamd into the fragile-looking magical shield with full force. Each impact caused it to tremble violently, shaky and unstable, it looked like it could shatter at any mont.

"Damn it! Have you all lost your minds?!"

Elsewhere—

Lupin wanted to rescue Ians, but he was also overwheld. He too was facing a group of out-of-control werewolves, and even though old werewolf Lucas had stopped attacking, Lupin was still struggling to cope.

"Stupefy!"

Facing a suddenly attacking, transford werewolf, Lupin imdiately cast a spell. However, the werewolf hit by the magic only clutched its head and shook it vigorously.

Then—

It swiftly regained its agility.

"Roar!"

The werewolf opened its arms and howled toward the sky. Saliva dripped continuously from its exposed fangs, and it pounced again as if it hadn't been hit by any magic at all.

"What incredible magic resistance!"

Ian, caught in the crossfire, sighed in genuine admiration. His magical shield looked like it was about to be torn apart at any mont, yet his expression showed no hint of fear or anxiety.

Lupin suspected it was because Ian's real body wasn't actually present here.

And his hunch wasn't wrong.

"No matter where your real body is, run! Don't underestimate a werewolf's sense!" Lupin was certain that this unique sense among werewolves could counteract even a Disillusionnt Charm to so extent.

"If you get out, be sure to have Dumbledore co back and rescue !"

Worthy of being a top Gryffindor graduate, Lupin could still cast spells while shouting reminders to Ian. With a gentle tap of his wand on the broken-down house nearby,

The next mont—

The vines clinging to the walls seed to co alive, turning into long, whipping tendrils that lashed fiercely at the attacking werewolves.

One werewolf after another was flung back by the strikes, and so were even tripped up directly by the vines.

The scene was total chaos.

Luckily, few werewolves among the group were skilled in magic; otherwise, Lupin would have had a much harder ti. As it was, he could still just barely fend off the stray magical attacks flying his way.

"Impedinta!"

"Diffindo!"

"Stupefy!"

Lupin fought steadfastly as a wizard, raising his wand the entire ti, and even in such danger, he refused to use lethal force against the attacking werewolves.

"Senior, you're basically Hogwarts' Saint Mary!" Ian moved in close beside Lupin, raising his wand to help take so of the pressure off him. "They're not going to thank you for that, though."

Ian wasn't wrong.

Even though Lupin was using his magic with as much restraint as possible, to the werewolves, his actions only seed to grow more offensive. Their eyes grew more furious and hateful as they looked at him.

"You're fighting for people who aren't part of our kind! You… you're a traitor!" Even old werewolf Lucas was roaring now, lifting his wand again to cast another spell.

Sensing the powerful magical energy radiating from his opponent, Lupin's eyelids twitched uncontrollably. He had no choice but to grab the still-chattering Ian beside him in a desperate move.

"We have to escape!" Lupin imdiately cast Apparition—

The next mont, he and the Ian he had grabbed vanished from the chaos, reappearing in a quiet, empty room.

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(To Be Continued…)