Chapter 103: Silver bullet, devil net and dog food

Werewolf, running wild in the dark night.
And Jon ran ahead and ran to the other side of the forbidden forest.
It's fake if I'm not afraid...but I can't help it, I can't just watch Harry and Hermione being eaten raw by Lupin! Anyway, he had already prepared some methods to deal with werewolves.
Jon didn't go too far into the Forbidden Forest. After all, there were many terrifying creatures in the Forbidden Forest.
The distance between the werewolf and him is not far, after all, the speed of the werewolf is 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 and 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 firing the last bullet, Jon withdrew the pistol into his pocket; there was now almost forty yards between him and Lupin.
At the same time, Jon took out a herbal bag from his backpack.
"These are all spells you taught me, professor!" Jon said to himself.
He aimed his wand at the herbal bag:
"Waddiwasi!"
The herbal bag catapulted like a cannonball and flew towards Lupin's direction.
At the same time Jon raised his wand:
"Diffindo!"
The original sturdy package, before hitting Lupin, the outer skin seemed to be torn apart by some force, and fell to the ground piece by piece.
The Berock summer grass juice in the herbal bag had all soaked into the soil, and the spores of the devil's net hit the ground fiercely, and then began to grow rapidly in the dark.
Lupin, who had become a werewolf and lost consciousness, stepped into the "trap" of the Devil's Net.
The devil's net quickly wrapped around it, and then quickly began to spread.
The werewolf began to struggle desperately, trying to break free of these plants... However, the devil's net, the more the bound person struggles, the tighter they are.
Jon breathed a sigh of relief looking at Lupin who had been trapped firmly.
Werewolf, a magical animal with no brains, is quite simple to deal with.
Just about to leave, Jon couldn't help stopping.
Looking back, he glanced at the werewolf who was struggling.
The devil's net continues to spread, so that the forbidden forest in the dark night is their best living environment. The devil's net will not let go of any prey, they will entangle the prey until it kills them completely...
Jon had noticed that a few vines had spread to Lupin's neck and began to twist its neck... The werewolf screamed in pain.
"Can't go!" Jon suddenly realized that once he left, Lupin would definitely be strangled to death by Devil.com.
That's not okay... Anyway, Lupin is also a friendly werewolf and can't kill him like this.
But let it out? It will definitely continue to attack itself, and ordinary spells will not play any role in the face of werewolves in wolf form...
Just when Jon was struggling, something seemed to hit his ass.
...
"Buckbeak?" Jon shouted in surprise.
Buckbeak, the eagle-headed beast with wings, had broken free from the chains that Jon had restrained it before, and flew here.
Jon suddenly had an idea... He patted Buckbeak's beak tentatively and asked, "Can I ride you?"
Buckbeak raised his head arrogantly, which means it acquiesced.
Jon quickly found the big bag of dog food he bought a year ago from his backpack, opened 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 to climb onto Buckbeak's back from the position of the wings... Buckbeak suddenly opened his wings, and Jon was taken aback.
"Don't be too high!" Jon quickly reminded: "A little bit off the ground is enough!"
Buckbeak was still very docile, and it flew to the top of the tree.
Jon took this opportunity to raise his wand and aimed it at the group of devil nets entwining the werewolf:
"Flame ()!"
A group of fiery red flames flew past... The Devil's Net is the one that most fears flames and strong light. With the appearance of this flame curse, it begins to shrink a little.
Within a few seconds, the werewolf Lupin broke free from the devil's net.
"Woo!" It first uttered a fierce roar toward the eagle-headed horse-winged beast in the sky.
Fortunately, Jon stopped Buckbeak in time and didn't let it land and fight the werewolves.
But soon, the werewolf's attention was attracted by the bag of dog food scattered on the ground...It rushed over and then began to lick.
It looks like it succeeded... Jon breathed a sigh of relief again.
Lu Ping was full here, so naturally he would not go to the campus to wander around. This matter was settled peacefully.
The eagle-headed horse-winged beast under the crotch suddenly exerted its strength and flew towards Hogsmeade Lake...Jon, who was not prepared for a while, almost fell off the bird's back.
Fortunately, he hugged Buckbeak's neck in time.
But to be honest, the taste of flying on a mount is much more comfortable than riding a broomstick... No need to deliberately control the direction, no need to worry about falling off the thin rod, let alone the wandering ball flying at any time ...
A few minutes later, Jon returned to the beating willow and landed.
Dumbledore also appeared next to him soon.
"It looks like you have already gotten the werewolf!" Dumbledore praised, "Good job!"
"Thank you, 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 left to choose Peter Pediru!"
"Let Peter go?" Jon was taken aback. "Isn't he the real murderer?"
But Dumbledore didn't seem to want to continue to entangle on this topic~EbookFREE.me~ He looked dignifiedly at the lakefront ahead and raised his wand--
Jon then noticed that there were at least hundreds of devilish monsters, a black mass, gliding around the lake toward the lake.
And lying by the lake were Sirius Black, who had fallen into a faint and turned back into a human form at the same time, and Harry and Hermione, who were holding their wands in vain and fainting.
"It seems that I don't need me to act!" Dumbledore put down his wand again, and sighed at the same time.
A patron saint has already appeared!
An adult deer, more prepared to say, a silver ree; just too far apart, its pointed ears seem a little fuzzy.
Hundreds of dementors ran wildly under the influence of the patron saint.
"Severus may have made the most painful decision of his life!" Dumbledore shook his head sympathetically: "He just saved the two most hated people in his life!"
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