The Return to Hogwarts

Hermione managed to maintain basic rationality; she glanced at the moon in the sky, her face covered in sweat, and spoke in a high-pitched, frightening voice.

"It's not a full moon yet, if I remember correctly!"

"The virus in Graybury's teeth disrupted the magical balance in his body!"

Snape's voice was almost spitting out from between his teeth. His greasy hair was soaked with sweat, strands of it sticking to his cheeks. His wand was almost a blur as it was swung, each strike tearing several werewolves to pieces or knocking them back against an indestructible barrier.

The occasional roar seemed to shatter one's eardrums. The werewolf's dying whimpers and howls were more terrifying than any sound Harry had ever heard. Now, he finally understood why even Professor Blaine, with his bold teaching style, dared not let young wizards deal with werewolves!

The fighting has escalated to this point, with both sides locked in a bloody battle.

It turned out that Greyback had given his men orders not to collude with the young wizards at Hogwarts, but at this point, the werewolves had lost their minds, and his orders were no longer effective.

"Get down, Harry!"

Sirius Black leaped up, stepping on the shoulder of a werewolf about to fall from twenty feet away, and tackled Harry to the ground. The two rolled several times on the ground before finally stopping after crashing into the lower back of a werewolf.

"Harry!"

Ron's legs buckled, and he collapsed to the ground along with Malfoy. Hermione, facing a mountain of wolves, was drenched in sweat. She trembled as she raised her wand, but her mind went blank.

call!

Immediately afterwards, the dozen or so werewolves that had pinned Harry down were all sent flying. Sirius Black gave up on using his wand to fight the werewolves and transformed back into his Animagus form. He shielded Harry beneath him, a trickle of blood flowing from his slashed brow bone staining his grey eyes red. He bared his teeth and growled at the werewolves who were about to charge at him again.

The moment Snape saw Harry being pinned down, his breath almost stopped, and all the color drained from his face. Only after Sirius knocked the werewolf away did his chest begin to rise and fall.

Snape swayed uncontrollably, his lips were dry, but his dark eyes were almost spitting fire. Reason kept him from leaving Hermione and Ron, but he didn't realize that his expression was more ferocious than ever before!

Thick, foul-smelling black smoke billowed from the tip of Snape's staff. The nauseating smoke, obscuring the night sky, grew larger in mid-air, transforming into giant black pythons that coiled around the werewolves trying to approach. These smoke pythons were clearly incredibly toxic and corrosive. The werewolves, entangled by the pythons, let out heart-wrenching screams, and then, like snowmen near a fire, their bodies visibly turned into heaps of flesh and blood.

The strong stench of blood and the horrific scene caused Hermione and Ron to vomit. The act of killing more than twenty werewolves had also taken a heavy toll on Snape, who staggered a few times and saw double.

The werewolves have lost nearly half of their manpower, but they still have plenty of people left. Hagrid's motorcycle is still behind the wall of werewolves, and it seems that their chances of breaking through are slim!

Chapter 301 Trap

2023-05-24

Sirius Black shielded Harry beneath him, his eyes glaring fiercely at the surroundings. The violent aura emanating from him and his physique, which surpassed that of ordinary werewolves, did indeed intimidate the werewolves who tried to approach. But this was only temporary. These ferocious dark creatures surrounded Sirius Black and Harry, trying to find an opening.

Lying on the ground, Harry looked at the large black dog so close to him, and at the horrifying wounds. For a moment, he was speechless.

Snape was already at his limit, but relying on the ferocity of the dark magic he had just used, the werewolves, who were eager to try, also dared not approach for the time being.

"Professor, what can I do for you?"

Hermione, Ron, and Malfoy's lives now depended entirely on Snape. For the first time in his life, Ron actually began to pray for Snape in his heart, hoping that he could hold on a little longer. Hermione mustered her courage and asked him tremblingly.

Snape was slightly surprised by Hermione's concern. He lowered his head and looked deeply into Hermione's eyes, which were filled with concern and tears. Then, as if burned, he looked away, his lips moved but he said nothing.

Graybuck and Remus had left the battlefield, their fighting resembling that of two mad dogs. Wherever they went, dirt flew, blood splattered, and sturdy beech and pine trees were uprooted, making it look like a typhoon had ravaged the land.

Hagrid still has several werewolves clinging to him. If it weren't for his unique bloodline granting him extraordinary resistance to wolf venom, Hagrid would have been doomed tonight.

Despair welled up in the hearts of everyone on Hogwarts' side; there were simply too many werewolves, and they had no way to break through.

Suddenly, the earth began to tremble, and a rumbling sound coming from one direction of the Forbidden Forest drew everyone's attention. It was a rhythmic and numerous stomping sound. Harry reacted the fastest; he rolled out from under Sirius's belly and shouted with delight.

"It's Ferencze and his group!"

Harry was right. The newcomers were indeed elite centaur warriors led by Ferrenze, Ronan, and Bane. They stood on the outskirts of the battlefield, raising their hooves and staring in shock at the gruesome wolf carcasses hanging from the treetops, vines, and on the ground.

"What's going on, Hagrid!"

Bain stamped his foot angrily and said in a sharp voice,

"I thought you came looking for your lost little wizard, but it turns out you're fighting a war with these lowly creatures in the centaurs' territory!"

"It's a long story, Bane!" Hagrid said, wiping the blood from his face and panting.

"In short, Hogwarts isn't the one causing trouble. By the way, weren't you guys going to cause trouble for the werewolves? Why is Greyback targeting us instead?"

"Someone is deliberately misleading us—"

Ferenczer stared warily at the ugly werewolves on the outer edge, and said meaningfully,

“We found the lost tribesman, but it wasn’t a werewolf who kidnapped him; it was a stone that had been transformed. This is the work of a wizard. We believe this might be a diversionary tactic, taking advantage of the tribe’s elite warriors’ absence to kidnap the foal—”

The silver-maned horse, Ferenczi, gleamed in the moonlight.

"We were rushing back to the tribe as fast as we could, but we heard some commotion on the way."

More than twenty centaurs, roughly the same height as Hagrid and wielding spears, stared menacingly at the werewolves, causing the wolf pack to stir restlessly.

"God bless--"

Drenched in sweat, Ron was finally able to speak. His face was deathly pale; immense fear had breached his defenses. He spoke in a voice that was both a cry and a laugh.

"I thought we were doomed, we're really lucky, aren't we?"

"Can't you see it, Ron—"

Hermione gritted her teeth and said,

"Someone orchestrated all of this in secret; we've all fallen into their trap."

"You mean Ban. Oh, that Peter—"

Ron asked blankly,

"But Black and Professor Lupin said he was the traitor who betrayed Harry's parents—"

Hermione was used to Ron's slowness, and while the werewolf was intimidated, Harry helped the swaying Sirius back to Snape's side.

Although there were only about twenty centaurs, each one was an elite member of the tribe. These battle-hardened warriors were no less powerful than the remaining wolf pack. Therefore, without Graybuck's direct orders, the werewolves dared not launch an attack rashly.

"Ference—"

Harry was eager to say something, but Ferrenzer, who had dodged the surrounding werewolves and stood before them, didn't give Harry a chance to speak. He calmly said,

“You should go back to school, Harry Potter. The battlefield now belongs to the centaurs. We’ve had enough of these vile dark creatures. It’s time to take this opportunity to drive them out of the Forbidden Forest.”

"It's up to you!"

The moment Ferenczer finished speaking, on the other side, Greyback and the werewolf-transformed Professor Lupin finally decided the winner. In the duel as werewolves, Remus predictably lost. His whole body was covered with shocking bite marks, and in the most serious places, a piece of flesh was even torn off.

Remus's head and two overly long arms were drooping, and no one could be sure that Professor Lupin was still alive.

"You lowly mules, how dare you try to drive us away!"

Blood dripped from Greyback's canine fangs as he approached. The werewolves quickly gathered behind him, their eyes fixed on the brutal deaths of their brethren in the forest. Every word Greyback uttered reeked of blood.

"Alright, alright, heavy losses, huh? But it's okay, werewolves are incredibly resilient, we'll recover quickly—"

Sirius Black, his eyes blazing with fury, shouted Remus's name. Greyback, grinning bloodiedly, grabbed Remus by the back of the head and displayed him to the crowd like a trophy.

"Don't worry, guys, that despicable traitor isn't dead yet. I still have a lot to say to him. However, tonight's commotion has indeed exceeded expectations. Hmm, if possible, I'd like to invite you all to leave with us. After all, we still need to negotiate with old man Dumbledore later."

Hearing that Remus was still alive, Sirius calmed down a little, but his eyes still held a deep-seated hatred as he stared at Greyback.

Graybury's almost provocative words ignited a righteous indignation among the centaurs, who pawed wildly, needing only a command to charge forward.

"We're retreating—"

Caught off guard, Snape said coldly.

"Do you think I'm a coward, you snotty brat? I will not abandon Remus!"

Sirius immediately turned and glared at Snape.

Harry didn't want to retreat either. Like Sirius, he would never abandon Professor Lupin. Besides, there was still no explanation for Peter!

Harry hadn't missed the frenzied fighting just now. He knew that he was of no use except to restrain their protectors. Sirius Black was the same; his face was ashen, and he had at least eight bloody holes in his body that were still gushing blood. These were the wounds he had sustained when he fought the wolf pack in his Animagus form.

"A motorcycle is flying in!"

Snape raised his wand and shouted. A motorcycle nearby roared up, crashing through several vines before coming to a stop in front of them. Snape, already at his limit, swayed violently after casting the spell, looking as if he was about to collapse. But he fought off the dizziness and spoke to Harry and the others in an unwavering tone.

"Everyone get on the bus!"

No one objected to the fate of Harry and the other young wizards, and so all the little ones were herded onto the carriage.

"You go back too, Sirius!"

Hagrid said to Sirius

“Only you know how to use this vehicle. I’ll stay here to help the centaurs drive away the werewolves and rescue Remus.”

Sirius Black, who had just mocked Snape as a coward, was naturally unwilling to leave. However, Snape's single sentence completely shattered his stubbornness.

"Idiot, are you going to make the same incredibly stupid decision as you did twelve years ago?"

Chapter 302: Strange Movements

2023-05-25

Sirius's eyes twitched violently. Making Peter the Potters' confidant was the most regrettable thing he had ever done, and yet Snape was determined to stab him in the wound.

"Good luck, Harry Potter."

Ferenze said this to Harry, and then the centaurs automatically dispersed to form a circle, protecting the motorcycle inside.

"I never thought I'd have the chance to ride this in my lifetime—"