The Legend of Harry Potter Schoolmaster

Werewolves, running wild in the dark night.

And Jon, running ahead, ran to the other side of the Forbidden Forest.

It would be a lie to say that you are not afraid... but there is no way, you can't just watch Harry and Hermione being eaten by Lupin! After all, he had already prepared some ways to deal with werewolves.

Jon didn't go too far into the Forbidden Forest, after all, there are many scary creatures deep in the Forbidden Forest.

The werewolf was not far from him, after all, the werewolf was much faster than him.

Jon raised his PSM pistol and fired a silver bullet in the direction of the werewolf... Several bullets accurately hit the werewolf's body, which also slightly hindered its progress.

It is a pity that the silver bullet did not cause fatal damage to the werewolf as in the legend.

After the last shot, Jon put the pistol back in his pocket; there was now about forty yards between him and Lupin.

At the same time, Jon took out a herbal bag from his backpack.

"These are the spells you taught me, Professor!" Jon muttered to himself.

He aimed his wand at the herbal bag:

"Waddiwasi!"

The herbal bag was ejected like a cannonball, and flew towards Lupin's direction.

Meanwhile Jon has raised his wand:

"Diffindo!"

The originally sturdy package fell to the ground piece by piece, as if it had been forcibly torn open by something before it hit Lupin.

All the Berokshire grass juice in the herbal bag soaked into the soil, and the spores of the devil's net slammed into the ground, and then began to grow rapidly in the dark night.

Turned into a werewolf and lost consciousness, Lupin stepped into the "trap" of the devil's web.

The devil's net quickly wrapped around its body, and then quickly began to spread.

The werewolf began to struggle desperately, trying to get rid of these damn plants... However, the devil's web, the more the bound person struggles, the tighter they are.

Jon heaved a sigh of relief as he looked at Lupin, who was already firmly trapped.

A werewolf, a magical creature with no brains, is quite easy to deal with.

Just as he was about to leave, Jon stopped in his tracks.

Turning back, he glanced at the werewolf struggling there.

The devil's net continues to spread, and the forbidden forest at night is the best living environment for them. The devil's net will not let any prey go, they will entangle the prey until they are completely killed...

Jon had noticed that a few vines had spread to Lupin's neck and started to twist its neck... The werewolf let out a scream of pain.

"Can't go!" Jon suddenly realized that once he left, Lupin would definitely be strangled to death by the Devil's Web.

No way... Anyway, Lupin was a friendly werewolf and couldn't kill him like that.

But put it out? It will definitely continue to attack itself, and ordinary spells will have no effect on the wolf-shaped werewolf...

Just as Jon was struggling, something seemed to hit his ass.

...

"Buckbeak?" Jon exclaimed in surprise.

Buckbeak, the hippogriff, had broken free from the chains that had bound it to Jon, and flew here.

Jon suddenly had an idea... He patted Buckbeak's beak and asked tentatively, "Can I ride you?"

Buckbeak raised his head arrogantly, which meant it acquiesced.

Jon hurriedly found the big bag of dog food he bought a year ago from his backpack, took apart the dog food, and sprinkled it on the surrounding ground.

Buckbeak flew over, sniffed, and then left with a look of disgust.

Jon stroked Buckbeak's head with one hand, and at the same time tried his best to climb up Buckbeak's back from the wing position... Buckbeak suddenly opened his wings, which startled Jon.

"Don't be too high!" Jon quickly reminded: "Just a little bit off the ground!"

Buckbeak was still very docile, and it flew to the position of the treetops.

Jon took this opportunity to raise his wand and aim at the devil's web entangled with the werewolf:

"Incendio!"

A fiery red flame flew over... The Devil's Web is the most fearful of flames and strong light. With the appearance of this flame spell, it began to shrink a little bit.

In a few seconds, the werewolf Lupin broke free from the devil's web.

"Woo!" It first made a fierce roar towards the hippogriff in the sky.

Fortunately, Jon stopped Buckbeak in time to let it land and fight the werewolf.

But soon, the werewolf's attention was attracted by the bag of dog food scattered on the ground... It strode over and started licking.

Looks like it worked... Jon was relieved again.

Lupin was full here, so naturally he wouldn't wander around the campus, and this matter was settled peacefully.

The hippogriff under its crotch suddenly exerted force and flew towards Lake Hogsmeade... Jon, who was unprepared for a while, almost fell off the bird's back.

Fortunately, he hugged Buckbeak's neck in time.

But to tell the truth, the taste of flying on a mount is much more comfortable than riding a broom... You don't have to deliberately control the direction, you don't have to worry about falling off the thin rod, and you don't have to worry about the Bludger flying at any time. ...

After a few minutes, Jon returned to the beating willow and landed.

Dumbledore also quickly appeared beside him.

"Looks like you've got the werewolf!" Dumbledore praised. "Nice job!"

"Thanks, Professor...Did you catch Peter?" Jon asked quickly.

"I'm sorry, Jon, but I don't want to deceive you..." Dumbledore replied calmly: "I finally let Peter Pedilu leave!"

"Let Peter go?" Jon was taken aback. "Isn't he the real murderer?"

However, Dumbledore didn't seem to want to continue to entangle on this topic. He looked at the lake in front of him with a solemn expression, and raised his wand——

Only then did Jon notice that there were at least a hundred of them, a dark mass, sliding around the lake towards the lakeside.

And lying by the lake, only Sirius Black, who had fallen into a coma and changed back into a human form at the same time, and Harry and Hermione, who were holding a wand in vain, were on the verge of coma.

"Looks like I don't need my shot!" Dumbledore put down his wand again and sighed at the same time.

A Patronus has appeared!

A full-grown deer, or rather, a silver doe; just too far apart, its pointy ears seem a little fuzzy.

Hundreds of dementors, under the influence of the patron saint, fled wildly.

"Severus may have made the most painful decision in his life!" Dumbledore shook his head sympathetically: "He just saved the two people he hated the most in his life!"