Harry Potter: The Dragon That Sleeps

Fangs sprang out and pounced on one of them. The Weasley family was indeed as high-quality as the book said, and they did not show any panic in the face of this almost isolated situation.

Jody entered a state of high tension at this time, his heart beating vigorously to pump blood to every organ, and his overactive thinking caused a lot of ineffective work, which made him feel as if time had slowed down.

He likes to keep his wand in the pouch in his left sleeve for easy access, whether forehand or backhand.

At this time, the wand had slipped out of his hand and was being held tightly with his left hand.

The floating spell has many uses. After mastering the basic floating transportation, as long as you can master the second level of complex settings, you can even use it to knit sweaters.

There was a special reason why Jodi practiced so hard in the first place. He needed a pair of magical hands to assist him and help him grasp some untamable power.

Just like this time.

The wand in his left hand was pointed at his right hand. Jodi didn't even look at the monster that was rushing towards him. He needed to complete the spell in one go.

"Wingardim Leviosa!"

Jody felt the magical breeze wrap around his palms.

At the same time, he ordered his body and the woven magic power to work together.

He pulled out his Browning m1935 from under his robe! The magic hand helped him hold the handle tightly, and Jody squatted down and held it with both hands, almost to his face!

Aim...shoot!

"Boom! Boom! Boom!" Three bullets hit the werewolf's torso that was enlarging in front of his eyes. The 9mm large-caliber bullets unreservedly vented their domineering power on the place where no matter how hard it was, it was impossible to truly become metal.

On the body.

The unknown werewolf let out a cry and fell heavily to the ground.

Without hesitation, Jody slightly shifted the muzzle of the gun and blasted its skull with the fourth bullet.

The werewolf's bones were still hard, and the bullet could only drill a small hole to insert itself into, but failed to open a sizable wound to bring more deterrence.

But this is enough.

Confirming that it could not get up again, Jodi quickly changed his target and pointed his gun at the monster that had already grabbed Trevor.

"Boom!" Two more shots were launched towards the chaos on Trevor's side.

Jody's flesh and blood body was already in great pain, and his palms had long lost consciousness under the ravages of the recoil and forced correction by the magic hand.

While relying solely on the floating spell to control the palms of my hands, I could occasionally hear the whining sounds coming from my joints.

He wanted to throw away the iron-shelled monster in his hand, and wanted to cry out in pain to relieve his inner anxiety.

But he knew that he had more important things to do at this moment.

At this time, Jody was as focused and calm as ever.

The hit werewolf was forced to let go of the struggling Tricky O'Grey, and fell down under the impact of the bullet.

Jody was able to take a moment to look at Fred, and by this time the pursuers had also surrounded him.

After Jody's shot from afar failed to hit, the two werewolves on Fred's side chose to escape.

Fred, who was still waving his staff, seemed to be safe.

Jodi gritted his teeth and stood up, running in the direction of Trevor.

"Damn it, are you still alive? Ogli?" When Jody saw Ogli again, he looked terrible, his face was stained with blood, his robe was in tatters, and his left leg was in a weird shape.

Twisted.

"I helped you!" Ogli seemed to feel no pain. With a flamboyant smile on his face, he raised his hand and gave Jody a nondescript military salute, "Hahahaha..."

'What are you laughing at, you lunatic.'

Breathing a huge sigh of relief, the crawling ground attracted Jody's attention. He raised the gun in his hand while the fallen werewolf was getting up from the pit. The moss everywhere brought him

Not a small trouble.

The huge wound on his back left by Jodi's previous bullet that penetrated his body had now closed strangely, leaving an ugly scar.

Feeling the sight, the werewolf turned his head and his eyes met Jody's.

What did Jody see in its eyes at that moment?

He couldn't tell clearly.

All he knew was that he faced that look and emptied the magazine in his gun.

"Ahhhhhhhhh!"

What Jody was thinking at that moment was hard for him to describe afterwards. All he could determine was that at that moment, all his calmness was lost somewhere.

After venting his anger, he immediately regretted it. In this forbidden forest, the threat was never the only one in front of him.

When his colleagues sent out all the bullets in the bomb bay, people and horses also surrounded him.

Except for those who were chasing, the remaining men and horses were on alert, and some even had their javelins ready to throw at any time.

"Calm down, calm down~" A centaur walked out of the crowd and approached Jody. He had cream-colored fur and an approachable voice.

The gun in Jody's hand hung naturally, the spell had dissipated, and it was impossible to lift it again with his severely injured arm.

"Hagrid!" Jodi could feel his chin trembling, even though the night wind was not that cold yet, "Where is Hagrid? We need help!"

"Hagrid is already heading here, but the pack of werewolves we encountered tonight is larger than expected. Friends, put down your guard." The centaur patiently comforted Jody.

"Fierenze! Let him throw away the iron box in his hand! Quick!" The centaur who made the noise hid far away, "Why do the devil's instruments appear here!? A sign from the stars! He is the one from the stars!

mega!?"

"Shut up, Bain! That's just a tool of the human species." The leader of the group shouted angrily. The noise tonight had obviously made him very unhappy, "Firenz, tell him! This curse tramples on balance.

Things should not appear here, I will discuss it with Dumbledore in detail!"

After the initial greeting, Firenze stopped trying to talk to Jodi and just listened quietly to his companions' speeches.

Jodi probably knew how nervous the centaurs were. He calmed down his emotions and quietly observed his surroundings.

Fred was a little frightened, but at least he was the least injured among the three. He seemed to have sprained his ankle as he walked over with a limp.

Trevor fell into a semi-conscious state, and several people moved quickly to help him stop the bleeding.

Only because of the hot weapon in his hand, he was surrounded by men and horses in a circle to guard him.

Fred took a breath and said, "How cool! Jody! You actually killed two werewolves by yourself! What is that in your hand? A magic item?"

Jodi had also come back to his senses at this time. He picked up his robe, then with difficulty opened his fingers to let the pistol drop, and then wrapped it up as neatly as possible, "Help me, it's harmless now."

.This is a Muggle weapon, designed purely for combat. You don't want to know him, just like me."

Fred seemed to understand, but that didn't stop him from helping.

Firenze lost no time in interjecting the topic, "I see you have calmed down, my friend. Just like your shadow reflected in the stars, you have escaped from the haze..."

Jodi was not interested in speculating on the industry slang of these gangsters, "My friend, is he okay?"

Firenze glanced at Trevor, who was surrounded by men and horses, "The men and horses are mostly peaceful, and our treatment methods can definitely save his life. As for recovery, I believe the school hospital can give him the most appropriate help. He will

It's okay, at least that's what the stars told me."

"Why did those werewolves attack us?"

"Dark creatures are not wild beasts. Most of them possess high intelligence, so it is not too strange that they would look for hostages when they are surrounded. The biggest mistake tonight was that we did not expect them to come so quickly and so urgently. So

As for our failure to warn Hagrid in advance, we can’t have any students with us...He’s coming!”

Yaya, who was slightly scratched, insisted on standing up and asking for credit from his owner, even though the muscles on his face could not relax due to pain.

Hagrid's eyes immediately locked onto Fang on the ground, but he only glanced at it and then paid attention to his students who had suffered a lot.

Seeing Hagrid appear, Jodi finally felt relieved.

He almost collapsed on the grass, his sleepiness immediately taking advantage of his relaxation.

Later in the evening, the heads of every werewolf that had ever appeared outside the Forbidden Forest were placed on javelins and erected around the Forbidden Forest.