Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

The light flashed from the end of Ivan's wand.

At visible speeds of the naked eye, the light dots become brighter and brighter and brighter.

Soon, the light became a little dazzling, and as Ivan moved, he drew a light in the air.

The wand went down and slashed the approaching werewolf opposite.

Silver-white trajectories persist in mid-air with powerful magic.

It didn't move forward, it didn't dissipate, it just stopped in the middle of the sky, where Ivan's wand was rowing.

It's not a comatose spell, it's not a powerful Avada spell, it's not...

Ivan was so casually paddling through a light in the sky that he seemed to be waiting for Fenrir Greyback to crash into him.

What kind of magic is this?

No time to think, electric flash, everyone saw Greyback rush into front of Ivan and Hermione, and his body hit the silver-white light in the air. Greyback was going too fast, and even if he saw Ivan's magic, he couldn't have escaped it.

It was like Evan planned, Greyback collided with his magic at an incredible rate, everyone held their breath and looked forward to the image below, but nothing happened, and Greyback didn't even pause, not even slow down the rush.

Evan's magic didn't work on him. He shouted and roared, rushing across the white light to Evan at extremely fast speed. The horrible expression had tremendous hatred, waving his hands indiscriminately. Yellow long nails made people look at his palpitations, and his teeth as sharp as wolves.

The werewolf protruded his head forward and his big mouth tore with all his strength.

That sharp fang is about to bite Ivan's neck!

God, what's going on?!

Ivan's magic failed?!

How is that possible, but all Gryffindor students have seen this shocking scene.

They shouted and couldn't believe that Ivan hadn't stopped Greyback, and many of the cowardly students were even afraid to look.

Even Ivan himself didn't seem to believe it, and he kept his position and looked at the werewolf who was about to bite him, and it was too late to do anything.

At this distance, Ivan has no chance of escaping unless he is illusioned at extremely fast speeds. As long as Greyback bites, he is afraid...

Looking at Greyback, he intends to bite Ivan alive.

At the last moment, Ivan just turned to the left side of his body, blocking Hermione's gaze from seeing Greyback in front of him, which seemed to be the only thing he could do before he died, not letting Hermione see that horrible picture, not letting her see the next horrible moment.

Even if he dies, Ivan must protect Hermione.

Greyback was not going to let Hermione go, and he decided that if Ivan was bitten to death later, the bodies of Hermione and Ivan, infected with werewolves, would be locked up. He's going to continue that interesting experiment, which is much more interesting than dissecting those bodies in a hole.

The werewolf thought so, and he was about to taste vengeance.

Three years ago, if Sirius hadn't suddenly appeared, he would have torn the two guys apart.

He kept them alive for three years, and now it's time to end the farce.

Greyback had seen the blood vessels around Ivan's neck, and he even smelled the delicious blood.

Yes, the smell of blood.

So clear, so tempting, so strong!

Delicious, delicious. The werewolf has finished his obsession with blood. He opened his mouth...

The next second, his body paused violently in the air.

Like the painful expression on Li Ghost's face, Greyberg looked at Ivan nearby with hatred and turned back unwillingly, as if looking for something. Yes, he's looking for what he's missing!

Soon he found out what he had lost.

Fenrir Greyback saw with horror that his body split in two parts. Through the inertia of the forward stroke, his upper body came toward Evan and Hermione, but his lower god stayed where Evan drew the white light and never took a step forward.

Blood!

So delicious, so tempting!

But it is his own blood!

They're gushing out of the crack, and that's what he just smelled.

“What a waste of blood! ”

This is the last thought of Fenrir Greyback, king of werewolves...

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Harry is still stuck on the astronomical tower.

In a frightened mood, he stared at the three dead eaters who had broken in without blinking.

A chubby, bizarre-smiling, crooked man shouted a gasping laugh.

“Look, Dumbledore's been pushed to the corner! ”

When he finished, he turned to a strong little girl, who looked like his sister, with an impatient smile on her face, “Dumbledore has no wand, Dumbledore is alone! Well done, Draco. Well done! ”

“Good evening, Amicus!” Dumbledore spoke very calmly, like welcoming the person to a tea party. "You brought Alex with you, he's so cute...”

“Still, my dear professor!” The woman laughed angrily and faked, "You're dying, thinking these little jokes could save your life? ”

“A joke? No, no, that's polite.” Dumbledore replied.

“You're slow!” Malfoy muttered with dissatisfaction.

“There are more guards down there than we thought, and our plan of action seems to have been leaked, but those Fenrir and his wolves bought us time.” The last Death Eater said, "He's full of flesh and blood," and now, do it, Draco! ”

“I…” Malfoy swallowed and seemed even less ambitious.

He looked scared and stared at Dumbledore.

Dumbledore's face grew paler and his head appeared much shorter than usual, as his body leaned against the wall and slipped down.

Even he couldn't hold the snake cane in his hand and slanted it aside.

“Don't be nervous, Draco, let me tell you, he doesn't have many days in the world anyway!” The crooked man said that his sister laughed and helped him, "Look at him. What's the matter with you, old man Deng? ”

“Alas, weakness, slow reaction, Amicus.” Dumbledore said, "Anyway, old age doesn't work! One day, you'll end up in this field too, if you're lucky..."

“What does that mean? What's that supposed to mean?” The Death Eater shouted, suddenly becoming fierce, "you're still the same, aren't you, old man Deng? I don't understand why the Dark Lord insisted on killing you! Now that doesn't make any sense. All right, Draco, do it! We don't have much time. The troublemakers are coming up! ”