Chapter 415 Werewolf Lupin
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Yun Yin Shen
Chapter 415 Werewolf Lupin
Watch this reaction from Rita Skeeter.
For some reason, McGuffin felt better.
The negative effects of those [Blood Curse] and the like subsided a lot in his heart.
The news, though, spooked others.
Blake rushed forward like a meat tank, pushed Rita Skeeter away, and bumped into McGuffin.
"What Voldemort, is it fake?"
His eyes were burning with hatred that could burn the skin.
With that said, Blake turned to Bozo and asked before McGuffin could answer, "Dementor, what kind of Dementor?"
"Big...a huge monster, said to be as big as a giant, capable of fighting three-headed fire dragons, and able to gather and split at any time."
Bozo stammered.
Rita Skeeter immediately acted as if she had caught a life-saving beast, she comforted herself dumbly,
"Then how could it be Voldemort! You must have lied to me, little wizard? Is it...?"
"it is true!"
McGuffin did not answer, but made the panting and fat man in front of him say with certainty, "I have seen in Azkaban...those dementors have a cluster effect. In the absence of food, these monsters will devour each other, thus merging into some kind of giant, bigger...more terrifying monster."
"Under certain circumstances, the Dementor may indeed become what he claims to be."
"Azkaban?"
McGuffin recalled a face on a wanted poster.
--No way?
Sirius Black...you...you, why did you become like this?
McGuffin looked at the exposed big belly and Maitreya-like figure, completely unable to compare the (thin) image in his memory with the current Blake.
How did this guy degenerate like this.
McGuffin was puzzled.
At this time, Sirius also realized that he had slipped his tongue, so he immediately shifted the topic to Voldemort, "In some cases... usually it refers to a wizard who has a high level of knowledge in the dark arts... deliberately using black magic rituals to promote this incident..."
"As far as I know, apart from a few groups of dark wizards in North America and South America, only the Dark Lord and Grindelwald have this ability in the whole of Europe."
Blake said slowly.
"No—it won't," Rita Skeeter murmured.
Obviously, although the female reporter is crazy, she also knows what Voldemort's return means to the world.
During the period when Voldemort was most rampant, almost all newspaper content had to be carefully reviewed by editors before publishing, because if there was anything wrong with the page, which was not conducive to pure blood theory news, there would be reporters and newspaper offices visited by Death Eaters.
No reporter...even she doesn't want to go back to that period.
Rita Skeeter desperately collected the information in her mind, trying to refute...deny this possibility.
She didn't want to admit this reality.
But no matter how you think about it, it makes sense,
——No, no, how is it possible?
If...if it's true...does she need to flee the country?
Go to North America, or South America...or the Far East, another country with a magical world that the European magical world has never been able to penetrate... was excluded from the ancient country with different magic systems for breeding created by the International Magic Association created by Europe.
But—in any case, it will cost a lot of money.
After making up her mind, Rita Skeeter knew that the only thing she had to do now was to hurry up and monopolize the news here ahead of her peers.
Grasp the right to speak in the news reports here and get a lot of Galleons.
But first thing first is to not let rumors of the Dark Lord's return spread everywhere...
Rita Skeeter knew that the Ministry of Magic would never allow this kind of news to be published. This was a red line, and even the editors of the Daily Prophet would not agree with this report.
But this news is indeed the most explosive, and it will affect the sales and value of other news.
——This is not allowed.
Rita Skeeter quickly came up with a solution based on her past experience-if there is no ability to solve the problem, then solve the person who asked the problem.
She remembered that the fat man in front of her said that she had been to Azkaban?
--who is it?
In her impression, the Hogwarts staff should not have such a big fat man, is it the former professor?
"You are……"
Rita Skeeter suddenly asked with a 'smile on her face'.
But before she finished speaking, a voice came from behind her.
"Mc...G-Finn...Al...Bert!"
A hoarse voice came intermittently, ... hatred, endless hatred and anger were revealed from this voice.
They heard the voice and looked back. From the door leading to the cellar, a 'person' with third-degree burns all over his body staggered out.
Limping 'oozing' out of the darkness.
Here comes the 'person'... the whole body's skin is scorched black with a dull blood color, and one arm hangs limply to the side, and the bones and flesh on it are barely connected together like some kind of rag.
Not only that, come to 'recognize' the entire face sunken inward, red and black, and the dark skin... Occasionally, some white bones are exposed,
——It’s like a zombie version of the Red Skull.
There was a big hole in the original throat, and the cry just now was a hollow, fuzzy trembling, wheezing sound.
The clothes on this thing's body were scabbed and scorched black, and the burnt skin was stuck together. It exuded a scorched bloody smell, and its body shape could barely tell that it had the characteristics of a woman.
The short half of the wand she was holding in her other hand looked worse than Ron's last wand.
The 'woman' who came out of the cellar had a pit on her head (you could even see the skull), only a few strands of cohesive and scorched hair stuck to it, and the rest turned into ashes and mixed on that layer of 'skin'.
The whole body of this 'person' is up and down, and the only thing that can be said to be complete is the two pairs of eyeballs sunk deep in the black eye sockets.
It was full of pain and hatred. If the anger could be vented with magic power, everything here, especially the McGuffin, would have been reduced to ashes long ago.
"McGuffin Albert!" she growled.
"Bellatrix!"
McGuffin was really terrified.
He couldn't imagine that under such circumstances, this female Death Eater could survive.
This guy was completely unprepared, and was hit by the most direct explosion in a confined space full of powder.
—How could she survive!
And with this kind of injury, she should already be a corpse, even if she wasn't, she should be seriously injured, and she should be lying there unable to move.
For a moment, McGuffin's frantic and irritable voice in his brain was suppressed by this unspeakable fear.
No, no!
McGuffin suddenly realized that since the guy who was facing the center of the explosion survived, the other Death Eaters... also... will survive.
"Harry!"
McGuffin turned to look at Harry, and shouted at the others, "Protect Harry!"
"—Ah! I want you dead!"
Seeing McGuffin's reaction, that 'Bellatrix threw away the half of the wand' screamed and rushed over, really like a zombie.
--Roar!
"quick!"
Before McGuffin could even react, he was pinned to the ground.
The power of this 'Bellatrix' was so great that she held McGuffin's wand-holding hand with one hand, and inserted the other hand directly into his chest, as if trying to tear open his internal organs.
Fortunately, McGuffin is now in the state of [semi-snake transformation], her strength and reaction speed are several times higher than usual, and she hastily used her left hand to pinch her withered hand, which is almost an arm composed of white bones and scorched skin and rotten flesh.
He really couldn't understand how this guy could still move, and even launch such a swift and powerful attack.
"This symptom! Merlin...it's turning into a ghoul!"
"Crazy? You guys are crazy!"
Rita Skeeter next to her saw what this meant, but she couldn't help her at all, she just yelled strangely, and after she understood what it was, she was so frightened that she screamed again and again.
Almost in a posture of pissing and rolling away from McGuffin, he crawled towards Bozo on all fours.
On the other side, after the McGuffin yelled and was born, Snape was the first to react. He swung his wand lightly and vigorously, and a red light shot out, shooting towards Harry where he was originally in mid-air.
Out of nowhere, a few Death Eaters with scars all over their bodies appeared out of nowhere, and they were also full of scorched skin, maybe two or three. (But that's much better than Bellatrix)
They were pulling out their wands, trying to attack Lupine and Black, and catch Harry.
--boom!
Lupine's body was torn apart by a spell, a lot of blood was sprayed out in mid-air, and he was directly blasted into the thick fog outside the street.
The wand he was holding in his hand came out of his hand and fell from the sky in a twirl.
And Black also fell directly, falling on the pile of counters, and a broken wooden stick was directly inserted into his left arm.
He groaned, and before he could cry out in pain, he just got up like that to avoid the next attack of the spell, and tried to pounce towards Harry.
Even Bozo and Rita Skeeter were attacked, hitting the wall hard and falling to the ground.
The only one who wasn't hurt yet was Snape, who was always on guard against Black, and Lupine, and MacGuffin.
Gently waving his wand around his body, he created waves of shimmering light that counteracted the spells the Death Eaters had cast, and even cast his own spells to prevent them from taking Harry away.
The scene is very critical.
When McGuffin wanted to cast a spell, he found that his body was gradually paralyzed and unable to move.
He could only use the agitation magic power to make all the objects around him start to float, preventing them from taking Harry away, and... the numbness began to gradually spread in his body.
Bellatrix turned her face to McGuffin, looked into his eyes, moved her hideous face closer to him, roared and laughed,
"Do you know how much you have caused me to pay and how much humiliation I have suffered..."
"Wait, wait... I will eat you bite by bite while you are alive... Let you feel the taste of being eaten, and you will see your internal organs being pulled out with your own eyes, alive, and I will bite you while it is still beating..."
McGuffin's body became weaker and weaker, and the magic power was frantically agitating in his mind, even if it was the black magic power that had not been purified by [World Tree Seedling], he wanted to use it.
Therefore, the parchment system in my mind is showing: the progress of [Semi-Snake Transformation], and the erosion rate of [Blood Curse] is rapidly increasing.
But he can't survive that much, McGuffin knows that this can help resolve the current life-and-death crisis.
But even then... it was too late.
The skeleton-like dry claw broke through the control of McGuffin's hand little by little, and gradually reached his chest...
Just when it was about to be inserted into his chest.
Hey!
A fierce wolf howl sounded in the dense fog,—Boom!
The dilapidated wooden doors and windows were completely shattered into a pile of slag this time.
A gray-haired werewolf crashed in.
It's Lupine!
The shabby black robe on his body was in tatters like that, being torn into strands of rags and hanging on his body.
The hairs are like the sharp and upright vellus hairs on the back of a wild boar, standing up like cold iron needles.
He had a bent back, and although he was not as tall as Hagrid, he was already as big as a bear, and he was much bigger and more savage than his lanky image just now.
The long chin of the wolf's head opened its bloody mouth wide, and it took a quick 'big breath', and its barbed tongue licked its fangs.
There were mixed madness and reason in his eyes, scanning the dilapidated front hall of Honeydukes.
"Remus, - Harry! Stop them!"
Black roared loudly, and at the same time, regardless of the blood on his body, he got up and ran quickly to the direction where Lupine threw his wand.
Bellatrix, who had almost pierced McGuffin's heart, was also shocked by this scene and stopped her movements.
When she realized that she wanted to continue, Lupine seemed to wake up and began to move quickly in this small house.
He rushed over directly, and with the help of Black and Snape (wielding a spell), he knocked three Death Eaters unconscious in two or three hits, and lay motionless on the ground.
Then he bit Bellatrix with one bite, and one of her arms was even torn off, breaking into several pieces in the air.
All of this happened in just two or three seconds, extremely fast, and fortunately Snape and Black were able to react together.
When the female Death Eater was unable to resist, the (Lupin) werewolf turned around, growling in a low voice, with an expression full of struggle and madness.
MacGuffin lay there without moving, and Lupine was just a few steps away from him, and the breath from the wolf's head even slightly tingled his skin.
Snape raised his wand, carefully guarding against the werewolf (Lupine) getting out of control, and confronted him.
(End of this chapter)
Watch this reaction from Rita Skeeter.
For some reason, McGuffin felt better.
The negative effects of those [Blood Curse] and the like subsided a lot in his heart.
The news, though, spooked others.
Blake rushed forward like a meat tank, pushed Rita Skeeter away, and bumped into McGuffin.
"What Voldemort, is it fake?"
His eyes were burning with hatred that could burn the skin.
With that said, Blake turned to Bozo and asked before McGuffin could answer, "Dementor, what kind of Dementor?"
"Big...a huge monster, said to be as big as a giant, capable of fighting three-headed fire dragons, and able to gather and split at any time."
Bozo stammered.
Rita Skeeter immediately acted as if she had caught a life-saving beast, she comforted herself dumbly,
"Then how could it be Voldemort! You must have lied to me, little wizard? Is it...?"
"it is true!"
McGuffin did not answer, but made the panting and fat man in front of him say with certainty, "I have seen in Azkaban...those dementors have a cluster effect. In the absence of food, these monsters will devour each other, thus merging into some kind of giant, bigger...more terrifying monster."
"Under certain circumstances, the Dementor may indeed become what he claims to be."
"Azkaban?"
McGuffin recalled a face on a wanted poster.
--No way?
Sirius Black...you...you, why did you become like this?
McGuffin looked at the exposed big belly and Maitreya-like figure, completely unable to compare the (thin) image in his memory with the current Blake.
How did this guy degenerate like this.
McGuffin was puzzled.
At this time, Sirius also realized that he had slipped his tongue, so he immediately shifted the topic to Voldemort, "In some cases... usually it refers to a wizard who has a high level of knowledge in the dark arts... deliberately using black magic rituals to promote this incident..."
"As far as I know, apart from a few groups of dark wizards in North America and South America, only the Dark Lord and Grindelwald have this ability in the whole of Europe."
Blake said slowly.
"No—it won't," Rita Skeeter murmured.
Obviously, although the female reporter is crazy, she also knows what Voldemort's return means to the world.
During the period when Voldemort was most rampant, almost all newspaper content had to be carefully reviewed by editors before publishing, because if there was anything wrong with the page, which was not conducive to pure blood theory news, there would be reporters and newspaper offices visited by Death Eaters.
No reporter...even she doesn't want to go back to that period.
Rita Skeeter desperately collected the information in her mind, trying to refute...deny this possibility.
She didn't want to admit this reality.
But no matter how you think about it, it makes sense,
——No, no, how is it possible?
If...if it's true...does she need to flee the country?
Go to North America, or South America...or the Far East, another country with a magical world that the European magical world has never been able to penetrate... was excluded from the ancient country with different magic systems for breeding created by the International Magic Association created by Europe.
But—in any case, it will cost a lot of money.
After making up her mind, Rita Skeeter knew that the only thing she had to do now was to hurry up and monopolize the news here ahead of her peers.
Grasp the right to speak in the news reports here and get a lot of Galleons.
But first thing first is to not let rumors of the Dark Lord's return spread everywhere...
Rita Skeeter knew that the Ministry of Magic would never allow this kind of news to be published. This was a red line, and even the editors of the Daily Prophet would not agree with this report.
But this news is indeed the most explosive, and it will affect the sales and value of other news.
——This is not allowed.
Rita Skeeter quickly came up with a solution based on her past experience-if there is no ability to solve the problem, then solve the person who asked the problem.
She remembered that the fat man in front of her said that she had been to Azkaban?
--who is it?
In her impression, the Hogwarts staff should not have such a big fat man, is it the former professor?
"You are……"
Rita Skeeter suddenly asked with a 'smile on her face'.
But before she finished speaking, a voice came from behind her.
"Mc...G-Finn...Al...Bert!"
A hoarse voice came intermittently, ... hatred, endless hatred and anger were revealed from this voice.
They heard the voice and looked back. From the door leading to the cellar, a 'person' with third-degree burns all over his body staggered out.
Limping 'oozing' out of the darkness.
Here comes the 'person'... the whole body's skin is scorched black with a dull blood color, and one arm hangs limply to the side, and the bones and flesh on it are barely connected together like some kind of rag.
Not only that, come to 'recognize' the entire face sunken inward, red and black, and the dark skin... Occasionally, some white bones are exposed,
——It’s like a zombie version of the Red Skull.
There was a big hole in the original throat, and the cry just now was a hollow, fuzzy trembling, wheezing sound.
The clothes on this thing's body were scabbed and scorched black, and the burnt skin was stuck together. It exuded a scorched bloody smell, and its body shape could barely tell that it had the characteristics of a woman.
The short half of the wand she was holding in her other hand looked worse than Ron's last wand.
The 'woman' who came out of the cellar had a pit on her head (you could even see the skull), only a few strands of cohesive and scorched hair stuck to it, and the rest turned into ashes and mixed on that layer of 'skin'.
The whole body of this 'person' is up and down, and the only thing that can be said to be complete is the two pairs of eyeballs sunk deep in the black eye sockets.
It was full of pain and hatred. If the anger could be vented with magic power, everything here, especially the McGuffin, would have been reduced to ashes long ago.
"McGuffin Albert!" she growled.
"Bellatrix!"
McGuffin was really terrified.
He couldn't imagine that under such circumstances, this female Death Eater could survive.
This guy was completely unprepared, and was hit by the most direct explosion in a confined space full of powder.
—How could she survive!
And with this kind of injury, she should already be a corpse, even if she wasn't, she should be seriously injured, and she should be lying there unable to move.
For a moment, McGuffin's frantic and irritable voice in his brain was suppressed by this unspeakable fear.
No, no!
McGuffin suddenly realized that since the guy who was facing the center of the explosion survived, the other Death Eaters... also... will survive.
"Harry!"
McGuffin turned to look at Harry, and shouted at the others, "Protect Harry!"
"—Ah! I want you dead!"
Seeing McGuffin's reaction, that 'Bellatrix threw away the half of the wand' screamed and rushed over, really like a zombie.
--Roar!
"quick!"
Before McGuffin could even react, he was pinned to the ground.
The power of this 'Bellatrix' was so great that she held McGuffin's wand-holding hand with one hand, and inserted the other hand directly into his chest, as if trying to tear open his internal organs.
Fortunately, McGuffin is now in the state of [semi-snake transformation], her strength and reaction speed are several times higher than usual, and she hastily used her left hand to pinch her withered hand, which is almost an arm composed of white bones and scorched skin and rotten flesh.
He really couldn't understand how this guy could still move, and even launch such a swift and powerful attack.
"This symptom! Merlin...it's turning into a ghoul!"
"Crazy? You guys are crazy!"
Rita Skeeter next to her saw what this meant, but she couldn't help her at all, she just yelled strangely, and after she understood what it was, she was so frightened that she screamed again and again.
Almost in a posture of pissing and rolling away from McGuffin, he crawled towards Bozo on all fours.
On the other side, after the McGuffin yelled and was born, Snape was the first to react. He swung his wand lightly and vigorously, and a red light shot out, shooting towards Harry where he was originally in mid-air.
Out of nowhere, a few Death Eaters with scars all over their bodies appeared out of nowhere, and they were also full of scorched skin, maybe two or three. (But that's much better than Bellatrix)
They were pulling out their wands, trying to attack Lupine and Black, and catch Harry.
--boom!
Lupine's body was torn apart by a spell, a lot of blood was sprayed out in mid-air, and he was directly blasted into the thick fog outside the street.
The wand he was holding in his hand came out of his hand and fell from the sky in a twirl.
And Black also fell directly, falling on the pile of counters, and a broken wooden stick was directly inserted into his left arm.
He groaned, and before he could cry out in pain, he just got up like that to avoid the next attack of the spell, and tried to pounce towards Harry.
Even Bozo and Rita Skeeter were attacked, hitting the wall hard and falling to the ground.
The only one who wasn't hurt yet was Snape, who was always on guard against Black, and Lupine, and MacGuffin.
Gently waving his wand around his body, he created waves of shimmering light that counteracted the spells the Death Eaters had cast, and even cast his own spells to prevent them from taking Harry away.
The scene is very critical.
When McGuffin wanted to cast a spell, he found that his body was gradually paralyzed and unable to move.
He could only use the agitation magic power to make all the objects around him start to float, preventing them from taking Harry away, and... the numbness began to gradually spread in his body.
Bellatrix turned her face to McGuffin, looked into his eyes, moved her hideous face closer to him, roared and laughed,
"Do you know how much you have caused me to pay and how much humiliation I have suffered..."
"Wait, wait... I will eat you bite by bite while you are alive... Let you feel the taste of being eaten, and you will see your internal organs being pulled out with your own eyes, alive, and I will bite you while it is still beating..."
McGuffin's body became weaker and weaker, and the magic power was frantically agitating in his mind, even if it was the black magic power that had not been purified by [World Tree Seedling], he wanted to use it.
Therefore, the parchment system in my mind is showing: the progress of [Semi-Snake Transformation], and the erosion rate of [Blood Curse] is rapidly increasing.
But he can't survive that much, McGuffin knows that this can help resolve the current life-and-death crisis.
But even then... it was too late.
The skeleton-like dry claw broke through the control of McGuffin's hand little by little, and gradually reached his chest...
Just when it was about to be inserted into his chest.
Hey!
A fierce wolf howl sounded in the dense fog,—Boom!
The dilapidated wooden doors and windows were completely shattered into a pile of slag this time.
A gray-haired werewolf crashed in.
It's Lupine!
The shabby black robe on his body was in tatters like that, being torn into strands of rags and hanging on his body.
The hairs are like the sharp and upright vellus hairs on the back of a wild boar, standing up like cold iron needles.
He had a bent back, and although he was not as tall as Hagrid, he was already as big as a bear, and he was much bigger and more savage than his lanky image just now.
The long chin of the wolf's head opened its bloody mouth wide, and it took a quick 'big breath', and its barbed tongue licked its fangs.
There were mixed madness and reason in his eyes, scanning the dilapidated front hall of Honeydukes.
"Remus, - Harry! Stop them!"
Black roared loudly, and at the same time, regardless of the blood on his body, he got up and ran quickly to the direction where Lupine threw his wand.
Bellatrix, who had almost pierced McGuffin's heart, was also shocked by this scene and stopped her movements.
When she realized that she wanted to continue, Lupine seemed to wake up and began to move quickly in this small house.
He rushed over directly, and with the help of Black and Snape (wielding a spell), he knocked three Death Eaters unconscious in two or three hits, and lay motionless on the ground.
Then he bit Bellatrix with one bite, and one of her arms was even torn off, breaking into several pieces in the air.
All of this happened in just two or three seconds, extremely fast, and fortunately Snape and Black were able to react together.
When the female Death Eater was unable to resist, the (Lupin) werewolf turned around, growling in a low voice, with an expression full of struggle and madness.
MacGuffin lay there without moving, and Lupine was just a few steps away from him, and the breath from the wolf's head even slightly tingled his skin.
Snape raised his wand, carefully guarding against the werewolf (Lupine) getting out of control, and confronted him.
(End of this chapter)
