[HP Deer Dog] Speed ​​and Magic

"Did the Aurors get out? We can't just take them to the Moody's," Sirius said warily.

"Don't worry, we're not there." Dumbledore said, "Then we'll split into two, you do what you have to do, and I'll do mine."

"Wait, are you going to find Greenwald?" With a flash of inspiration, Sirius blurted out: "Since he has already come ahead of Voldemort in the study of the dark arts."

If it wasn't for his misreading, Dumbledore seemed to tremble just now?

"No." Dumbledore said, Sirius had never seen Dumbledore show an expression of indifference, but he felt that the headmaster's expression at this moment could only be described with such words: "Grindelwald will not save Anyone. Sirius, we have something more to go before Voldemort than the Dark Arts."

"You explain first!" Sirius said angrily.

Dumbledore shook his head and said softly: "I'm sorry. It's not the time yet." He smiled bitterly: "I seem to be excluded from the truth. So I have to do what I know. Best wishes Good luck to you, Sirius." With a thud, he disappeared into thin air.

Sirius couldn't believe that Dumbledore just brought him out and left him on the side of the road. The effect of the potion had no effect, and he refused to think that he had returned to his original appearance and what he was still wearing. He dialed Pulling out the hair in front of the eyes, thinking hard, and finally determined that there is no way for him to appear on the street in a bunch of damn lace!

He stood up suddenly, a piece of parchment fell out of the folded dress, he picked it up and was lucky enough to recognize Dumbledore's handwriting, it was a map, Sirius recognized the map at a glance It was drawn centered on James' home, where the heavy cross was probably what Dumbledore asked him to find.It must be urgent, probably not leaving any time for him to change...

Once again Sirius was glad he was an Armanigus.

The black dog bit the map and ran wildly on the familiar streets at dusk, circled the alleys a few more times, and finally entered James' house through the back door of the garden, and cast a warning spell in the garden by the way.Sirius pulled some of James's clothes out of the closet. They were short, but he changed them quickly, feeling relieved.He carefully looked at the map, determined the approximate location, and walked out the door.By this time, the sun had completely set and night had fallen.

As soon as I walked to the middle of the yard, a strong wind suddenly rushed from the side.Sirius reacted very quickly and jumped to the side, a black shadow grazed his body heavily, and then another appeared behind him, one after another, he was surrounded.

Warning spell not working? !Sirius narrowed his eyes, probably remembering the movement of these guys after they landed, he drew out his wand, and a gust of wind swept the leaves to block the sight of the besiegers, and then he pulled a row of garbage bins from both sides of the road and covered his head and face Judging from the loud noises, quite a few trash cans still hit the target accurately.

A trash can was completely shattered, a big furry paw protruded and grabbed Sirius' shoulder, Sirius didn't forget to use the magic spell in surprise: "Damned!" The green light swept over him Although the finger holding the magic wand bounced off the curse, it also made the other party's movements stagnate for a moment, and Sirius rolled to the side in embarrassment, a piece of clothing was inevitably torn off his shoulder by the claw.

Werewolves!Sirius suddenly remembered all the ways to defeat them.Although Hogwarts didn't start teaching students how to distinguish werewolves from ordinary people and the basic characteristics of werewolves until the Defense Against the Dark Arts class in the third year, he had met Lupine before this class and remembered these contents by heart.And more importantly, James' injury was the thing that Sirius regretted the most in his childhood. He looked through every book about werewolves in the library and was very familiar with this creature.Although at that time he never thought that he would fight a werewolf one day, and there were more than one!

Normal attacks are useless against werewolves.Sirius got up resolutely and threw his wand back with a sword-like flame: "The flames are raging." Sorry, he thought a little apologetically, it's a pity that the garden of James's house was lost.All the bushes and trees in the garden were on fire, and the firelight revealed the ferocious faces and sharp claws of the four werewolves.Under the firelight, some of the werewolves flinched instinctively, while others growled triumphantly while threatening, and instead of retreating, they advanced, showing their white teeth in a demonstration.

Sirius clenched his wand and calmly waited for the werewolves. He knew that the suspicious werewolves would be disturbed by his calmness, and one of them would take the initiative to try out under the anxiety.Finally a werewolf couldn't bear his temper and pounced on him. When he was about to touch Sirius, Sirius bent over to avoid the claws in time. Instead of staying in fear, he kept going forward desperately, resisting the werewolf's attack with all his strength. His stomach turned it a few meters away, then he quickly turned around, and swung his wand at the werewolf's throat: "Turn wind into a knife."

Throat, the throat under the chin is the thinnest vital part of the werewolf's body. There are almost no thick, long and tough rigid body hairs, but some short soft hairs. The wind blade easily cut the werewolf's throat, causing the dying roared, the blood spurted from the artery in an instant rushed several meters high, almost dousing Sirius all over.

Under the huge smell, Sirius held his breath, restraining the urge to use the cleaning spell to clean his clothes, now is not the time.

The blood from the death of their companions burned the eyeballs of the remaining werewolves, especially when Sirius was not injured much—if the scratches count—the malice of revenge allowed them to defeat their instinctive fear of flames , the three werewolves roared and rushed forward at the same time, Sirius was still waiting calmly, he did not choose to avoid, but chose to gamble.

As expected, there was a tearing pain in the shoulder, and at the price of the injury, Sirius' wand could accurately approach the werewolf's face: "Eye Sickness Curse!" The eyes, another weak point of the werewolf, were hit. The ground seemed to tremble under the painful roar of the werewolf, and its claws waved wildly up and down in all directions. Sirius was thrown away by the huge force of the werewolf almost at the same time as he hit it, and slammed into a distant place. Trunk, even though he used the armor protection in time, he almost vomited blood, and for a moment he was sure that he lost consciousness for a short time.Fortunately, this gamble paid off. The injured werewolf lost his mind and began to attack all attacking creatures indiscriminately, that is to say, the other two companions.The low-intelligence companions were also irritated. They abandoned the target they should kill, but bit together, howling and screaming from time to time.

"It's a good thing they're just low-level werewolves." Sirius frowned and thought to himself, he wasn't sure if he could take the risk of apparating while injured, splitting limbs was the last thing he wanted to do right now.Although werewolves can't see through camouflage magic, they are olfactory creatures. They can sense the location of their prey through smell, and the illusion spell can't deceive them at all.But Sirius believed that the strong smell of blood coming from the corpses on the ground, the wounds of werewolf bites, and the blood of werewolves poured all over his clothes should be enough to overwhelm his own faint smell .When he decided to give himself a disillusionment spell, the tree trunk behind him was suddenly torn apart by a force.

What?Before Sirius could react, a sharp claw ruthlessly grabbed the tree and pierced into his back. The burst of pain made him curl up into a ball, and he followed the attacker's force with all his strength. Only by actively throwing himself forward, he escaped the disaster of being pierced through the body. Even so, the tip of the wolf's claws still caused him a lot of damage.The smell of blood completely took away all the fresh air he could feel. Together with the wound, his brain began to feel dizzy. He was a little dazed. Werewolf, it can think, it is cunning.This kind of werewolf must be a notorious predator. It is impossible that there is no record in the book. If he remembers correctly, this werewolf should be...

"Fenrir Greyback," murmured Sirius.The most cruel werewolf leader in the wizarding world, it actually turned to Voldemort.

"I want to say, you did a good job, dirty wizard." Greyback murmured in a low voice, and the wolf's claws dripped in the firelight.

Dripping blood, the wide open mouth showed terribly sharp teeth: "To me, you are just a pile of delicious blood and flesh. If you hurt my people, you must be prepared to pay the price."

"Hey hey." Sirius laughed in a low voice, his pale bloody fingers tightly clasped his wand, and blood slid across the corner of his mouth: "I'm really flattered that Voldemort spared no effort to kill me." The magic power burst out Uneasy fluctuations, he couldn't Apparate immediately, which made him a little uneasy, he wasn't unafraid of death.

"Even if you want to die, you have to take the things on the map first." Sirius decided to make this idea firm, otherwise, he couldn't stop thinking about the ending of death.Greyback's exaggeratedly large wolf claws clawed at him again, and Sirius yanked his wand over a distant stone to block it, the sound of the stone shattering drowning out the sound of his Apparition.

The magic was affected, he didn't move very far, and the force of the fall gave him the illusion that his internal organs would be displaced and shattered, but he developed with satisfaction that he had fallen out of the garden, the flames that surrounded the werewolves where the light does not reach.Greyback roared angrily, scattered the three dying werewolves, and rushed out of the flames. The garden of James's house was completely destroyed at this time. He sniffed around, but the thick smell of blood covered everything around him. odor.Sirius hid in the shadows, ignored him, but propped up his body with his hands vigorously, sweat kept falling, he cast a silent disillusionment spell on himself, and slowly transformed—that's it.

The big black dog huddled quietly in what seemed to be the most dangerous place—between the unburned tangle of hedges beside the garden, not far from the flames or the blood, and he knew Greyback would not have the patience to find it. too long.Werewolves are impatient by nature, and if they really want to find their patient prey at the moment, they must at least bring a wizard first.Before that, he closed his eyes slightly, thinking of a guy with brown eyes and messy hair.

The author has something to say: In order to celebrate September [-]st, let's go together to recall the curtain killing and body abuse together!I wish you all a happy start to school!