Hogwarts: Don't call me the Staff Maker

Chapter 822 Werewolves

Similar things were happening in various corners of the castle; wherever the Death Eaters appeared, all sorts of surprises would suddenly appear.

Some chalk drawings look very rough, but the actual paint is various powders of quick-acting skipping candy, or itching powder, sneezing powder, etc., which will take effect immediately as soon as they come into contact with the skin.

In addition, there are various gadgets, such as a piercing screaming horn, a wolf-tooth flying saucer with sharp blades, and a ground-bat rug with sharp teeth that bites people's toes.

These traps, though not deadly, caused considerable trouble for the Death Eaters, and Fred and George always managed to find the perfect opportunity to maximize their effectiveness.

Whenever a Death Eater is affected, the surrounding strikers immediately seize the opportunity to stun them and confiscate their wands.

When Celen saw Professor McGonagall again, she was rushing down the stairs with Mad-Eye, seemingly heading towards the underground classroom.

Not far from the stairs, a masked Death Eater who was trying to ambush them was stopped by Kingsley, and the two quickly engaged in combat. Several students took the opportunity to bandage and drag their injured friend past them.

Neville emerged from the corner carrying a large bunch of poisonous tentacles. The tentacles seemed to enjoy the chaos and immediately wrapped themselves around the nearest Death Eater, starting to entangle him.

"Hey, Celen—" Neville panted a few times, patted a bag hanging on his waist, "This thing is very useful, do you want it? I have more here, all of them were brought from the greenhouse by Professor Sprout."

A transforming lizard skin pouch, and a genuine piece of alchemy at that. This is a treasure; it can turn the Na'vi into a mobile greenhouse.

But thinking about it, it's understandable. The Longbottoms are, after all, a long-established pure-blood family, so it's perfectly normal for them to have some hidden treasures. It was probably brought to him by Mrs. Longbottom not long ago.

Siren shook his head, about to indicate that he didn't need it, but his hand instinctively reached forward and pushed Neville backward.

Neville didn't react in time and stumbled to the ground. Before he could get up, the two of them fell down the upper corridor.

Neville sat on the ground for a full three seconds before finally realizing what had happened. If Siren hadn't pushed him, those two men would have smashed into his head. One of them was even—a werewolf!

Its entire body is covered in brown fur like steel needles, its lower jaw protrudes forward, and it has sharp fangs on both sides, making it look like a wolf without a tail.

Although Neville's grades in the history of magic had never been higher than an A, he still knew the basic characteristics of werewolves, just like the guy in front of him.

But it's daytime now, so why can he see the werewolf? Could it be that he's mistaken, or that werewolves can actually transform during the day?

Lupin's opponent, a tall, thin man with a sallow complexion, shared the same doubts.

"Why, why can you transform? Answer me!"

Fenrir Greyback, the leader of the evil werewolves, and also the culprit who bit Lupin.

Logically, seeing his masterpiece again should have made him feel proud, but now the werewolf was blinded by jealousy, his eyes red, like a mad beast.

After getting up from the ground, he rushed towards Lupin again without hesitation.

"Answer me! How did you do that! Answer me now!"

Lupin calmly watched his former most hated enemy, watching him rush towards him hysterically and recklessly, but his inner turmoil was far less than he had imagined.

He said nothing, offered no sarcasm, but simply raised his long, transformed right hand high and struck Fenrir hard in the stomach. Then he leaped high and punched him in the head.

The werewolf's power erupted fully, and without any suspense, Fenrir's eyes rolled back, and he immediately collapsed to the ground.

It stopped moving.

"Aren't we going to kill him?" Xiren asked.

Lupin twitched his paw but didn't speak.

To Siren's surprise, he saw hesitation in Lupin's eyes.

"I should kill him," Lupin said blankly, "but, but—he has lost now, and he should go to Azkaban to atone for his sins."

Seeing Lupin's expression, Xiren raised an eyebrow.

Okay, Lupin, being a good person, was unwilling to kill someone who was powerless to resist, even if that person was his mortal enemy who had turned him into a werewolf.

"Tsk!" Siren sighed. "Navie, do you have any biting cabbage in your bag?"

"Ah, yes." Hearing his own name called out suddenly, Neville nodded instinctively, still not understanding what was happening. "I brought a lot from the greenhouse, do you want some?"

"Take one."

Neville pulled a large object, bigger than a Quake ball, wrapped in green leaves, from his shapeshifting lizard skin pouch.

A ring of round cabbages.

"Throw it out," Siron said.

Neville did as he was told.

The cabbage fell to the ground, and a long slit immediately split open on its side, like a mouth. Once it opened, you could clearly see three rows of sharp, hook-like teeth inside.

Being thrown to the ground for no reason, the biting cabbage immediately became angry and pounced on the nearest Fenrir.

Then came a teeth-grinding tearing sound, and the sound of bones breaking.

Neville's face turned deathly pale in an instant.

Although he had witnessed countless life-or-death situations in the past few days, nothing compared to the cabbage biting off his neck—

"vomit!"

Neville lay on the ground and vomited with a loud "whoosh".

"Azkaban is long gone," Siron said. "When those Dementors chose to side with Voldemort, that place only existed in history books about magic."

Lupin's lips moved, and after looking at Fenrir, who had already died on the ground, he said softly after a long while, "Thank you, Siren."

"Ah, you're welcome." Siren waved his hand. "I didn't do anything. After all, it was Neville who did it."

"what?"

Neville, who had already vomited up his dinner from the night before, looked up at Siron in disbelief.

"You—I—you—ugh!"

A strong, metallic taste of blood filled his mouth, and he began to vomit again.

Lu Ping's lips twitched slightly; although it was a bit inappropriate, he still felt like laughing.

Just then, a commotion arose from the direction of the gate. The people who had been fighting on the playground suddenly started trying to squeeze into the castle like madmen. It was as if something terrifying was chasing them from outside.

"They're here." Xilun's expression hardened, and he rushed to the second floor, standing before a shattered window.

Lupin followed behind.

"What's coming—"

No answer was needed from Siron; he saw it: countless enormous spiders, like a tide, surged out of the Forbidden Forest and rushed toward the castle.