LRAB Chapter 134 Even a werewolf can't beat my dog!
Chapter 134 Even a werewolf can't beat my dog!
“We must get out of here immediately,” Theodore Nott said solemnly, holding up his wand. “We must go back to the castle and tell the professor.”
Fred and George pulled Lyra along on either side as they ran toward the castle. Suddenly, Lyra stopped. She thought she heard Knight's voice!
Lyra couldn't help but look back. In the moonlight, a huge black dog was bravely fighting a werewolf. The two were locked in combat, chin to chin, claws tearing at each other.
A series of roars rang out, clearly indicating that the werewolves had gained the upper hand due to their immense destructive power.
The large black dog howled, and Lyra could see it was bleeding; it had many wounds all over its body.
Lyra was heartbroken, and she swung her wand to attack the werewolf!
How dare they beat up her dog! Even a werewolf wouldn't forgive that!
"Lyra!" George tried to stop Lyra; a werewolf isn't someone you can just fight off when you're angry!
"Wait, it's Harry!" Fred suddenly spotted other figures near the Whomping Willow. "Ron and Hermione too!"
The twins exchanged a glance, then grabbed their wands without hesitation and ran toward the Whomping Willow.
Theodore Nott hadn't run far when he saw the other three Gryffindors running back, and the swallow-tailed dog in his arms was struggling to find its owner.
Reason told him he should keep running toward the castle, because none of those three damned Gryffindors could think of the right thing to do: go back to the castle for help first!
But he stopped, turned around, changed direction, and followed the swallowtail dog to find its owner.
Because those three damned Gryffindors might not be able to wait for him to return to the castle for rescue!
Theodore Nott felt that if what happened today were exposed, he would have to live with the reputation of being a fool for the rest of his life.
The werewolf walked right into the trap!
Is there anything more stupid than this?
"Forget it," Theodore Nott thought as he ran toward those three damned Gryffindors. "I might not even survive today."
But today might be a lucky day—
Before the werewolf could be enraged by the spells cast by the underage wizards, it howled and turned to flee into the Forbidden Forest.
Harry and Hermione were using a levitation charm to float the unconscious Snape, while Hermione was supporting the broken-legged Ron. Before they could even react to Professor Lupin's sudden transformation into a werewolf, they saw Lyra and the twins running towards them, helping Black's transformed dog control the werewolf version of Professor Lupin.
"Oh! Professor Lupin went to the Forbidden Forest by himself!" Hermione cried tears of joy. "We're alright—"
"Lyra—" Harry waved to the group of people not far away.
Just as the two groups met, they heard the large black dog let out a mournful howl!
Everyone felt a bone-chilling cold.
Dementors, at least a hundred of them, a dark mass, glided toward them around the lake.
Lyra felt as if her internal organs were frozen, and the fog began to blur her vision. Dementors surged in from all directions, seemingly intending to surround them and wipe them out.
"Take the God's Protection!"
"Take the God's Protection!"
Fred and George shouted loudly, and their guardian spell worked.
Two silvery-white magpies fluttered around the crowd, and everyone finally recovered somewhat. Regardless of whether they had learned the spell before, they all joined in chanting the incantation loudly.
"Think of happy things! Think of that beautiful silver giant eagle from last time!" Lyra said to herself. "Palmtops of Protection!"
Success! A giant silver eagle, gleaming with light, appeared before everyone, circling joyfully around Lyra before taking to the sky and driving away some of the Dementors.
"Protector!" Theodore Nott, pale-faced, succeeded after several attempts.
A giant silver wolf spewed from the tip of his wand, proudly raising its head as it pounced on the Dementor.
Harry and Hermione repeated the spell over and over again. Harry told Hermione to think of happy things, and Hermione's wand sprayed out white mist, but she hadn't practiced before, and it was hard for her to concentrate on happy memories in the face of the Dementors' attack.
Fortunately, Harry succeeded, but he was exhausted from all the excitement of the day. He could only see his wand shoot out a huge, fully formed animal, but he couldn't make out its exact appearance. All the sounds gradually faded away from him...
Harry was exhausted and passed out.
With the efforts of the four silver guardians, the Dementors were finally driven away.
Everyone then realized that they were trembling all over and that their robes were soaked with cold sweat.
Hermione checked on Harry and Ron with concern; they had both fainted from exhaustion and pain.
Fred and George collapsed to the ground, high-fiving in celebration.
Then the two turned to the only Slytherin in the crowd, and a genuine smile appeared on their identical freckled faces.
“Hey,” the twins cheerfully raised their hands at Theodore Nott, “give me a high five, buddy!”
Theodore Nott didn't know how it happened, but his palm was pressed against the palms of these two Gryffindors.
Leila immediately went to check on her dog—the swallowtail wagged its tail obediently at its owner, but the large black dog was not in good condition; it lay on the ground, trembling incessantly.
"Knight!" Lyra called out anxiously, "Honey, it's alright..."
“You could give it some calming medicine now,” Theodore Nott, who also loves dogs, leaned closer and carefully examined the large black dog. “Unfortunately, it’s too late now…”
"Here it is!" Fred and George each pulled a bottle of soothing medicine from their pockets. "Freshly made today!"
"...Do you Gryffindors all have the habit of carrying calming agents with you?" Nott asked in surprise.
“Oh, it’s today’s potion exam,” Fred blinked. “Since I’ve already done it, it’s normal to keep a copy for myself.”
"..."
Lyra carefully fed Knight a bottle of calming agent. The black dog gradually calmed down, its body stopped trembling, and it slowly opened its eyes and regained its senses.
"Woof." The big dog gently licked Lyra's fingers, then ran towards the Forbidden Forest.
“Knight—” Lyra called out the big dog’s name worriedly, but George held her back.
“It lives in the Forbidden Forest, doesn’t it?” George said. “It will be fine.”
“But there are werewolves in the Forbidden Forest now!” Lyra frowned. “Knight can’t beat the werewolves.”
“We can’t beat the werewolves either, buddy,” Fred said seriously. “What we should do now is get back to the castle as soon as possible and tell the professor about the werewolves.”
So you actually know the correct way to do it, right?
Theodore Nott stared expressionlessly at the troublesome Gryffindors before him, and for the first time, he truly empathized with Professor Snape's suffering.
I'll have to teach these unruly Gryffindors (underage versions) my whole life; it's absolutely horrific.