great-warnovel Chapter 216 utterly boring
Chapter 216 utterly boring
Chapter 216 utterly boring
The battle on Haiya Mountain continues.
But as the werewolves fall one by one, the children's advantage is growing.
Percy and Cedric both successfully killed the wizard werewolves they had chosen. Although there were some setbacks, it did not affect the outcome. Now they turned their firepower around and wiped out the remaining Muggle werewolves.
Seeing that fewer and fewer of their companions could stand, they finally panicked and tried to break out and escape in all directions.
The children had little experience in this area; only a few werewolves managed to rush down, but then, without exception, they all turned into ice sculptures in the deadly ice fog.
Soon, the last Muggle werewolf fell to Harry's chain, and he straightened up, panting.
Even with the levitation spell reducing his weight, maintaining his magical weapon for so long, and wielding the charge, he was almost completely exhausted.
He looked around and saw that the only ones still fighting were Mary and her enemies.
Two werewolves, one large and one small, with a significant size difference, were wrestling amidst the firelight and pools of blood, desperately trying to tear a piece of flesh from each other. Even Harry, a battle maniac, found the scene somewhat unbearable.
Hermione, Bill, and Charlie, along with four Blood Curse Orcs, slowly approached. The children gathered on the perimeter, silently watching the battle between the two wolves.
Others tried to intervene, but Hermione stopped them. She could feel the resistance coming from the bottom of Maria's heart; Maria didn't want anyone to ruin her revenge.
"Check yourself for any wounds, even just scrapes, and come get a vial of medicine." Hermione pulled out the wolfsbane medicine that Ghost Owl had brought from her pocket.
When Lily heard that she was going to take Harry to exterminate werewolves, she didn't even want to accept money. But Hermione couldn't let the professor shed such a large amount of blood for nothing. This amount of wolfsbane potion was enough for an extermination team to use for a long time.
Fortunately, the most serious injuries were just some bumps and bruises, but just to be on the safe side, Hermione opened two bottles of medicine and used them to clean everyone's wounds just in case.
Finally, the battle between Maria and the werewolf came to an end.
With the help of the moonlit clouds and the robust strength of the wild beasts, Maria, despite her smaller size, actually had superior endurance.
With an even stronger will and a more fervent desire for revenge, the wizard werewolf finally had his psychological defenses broken down in the fight.
Its feigned ferocity was gradually torn apart and exposed, with blood continuously flowing from shocking holes in its ears, cheeks, and arms.
In contrast, thanks to the strength of the wild beast, Maria, though also covered in wounds, quickly closed up and stopped bleeding. However, due to the rolling and fighting, her bluish-white wolf fur was now filthy, stained with blood and dirt.
"Why! Why can't you be killed!"
The werewolf wizard scrambled backward, but Maria, as stubborn as iron, silently and steadily continued to bite at it no matter how many attacks she endured.
This ruthlessness was hard for the wizard, who was used to being served by Muggle werewolves, to understand. It was no longer the same as it had been twenty years ago when it had just become a werewolf and was struggling to survive in the wasteland. Even when it suddenly became ruthless, it was incredibly fierce, driven by the wildness of its werewolf bloodline.
But amidst the pain and continuous bleeding, its courage gradually faded until it completely collapsed, its body covered in wounds, tears streaming down its face.
"I surrender! I repent! Arrest me! Lock me up! Let me struggle under the full moon for the rest of my life!"
"Don't kill me! Don't kill me!"
It stammered and cowered on the ground, retreating, while Maria staggered to her feet, her cold, murderous eyes fixed on it as she approached it step by step.
"You became so strong all because I turned you into a werewolf! And now you've even benefited from this misfortune by gaining magic! You shouldn't have killed me!"
It tried to get up and escape, but its legs were injured, and its belly had a large hole, with its intestines spilling out.
Maria stepped on one end of its intestines, and the werewolf screamed in pain, arching its back like a shrimp.
Maria calmly picked up the intestine, staring intently at her own ferocious claws and her utterly unrepulsive attitude towards this disgusting and bloody thing, lost in thought for a moment.
She turned back to Hermione and suddenly sighed.
Suddenly, I feel completely bored.
So she grabbed the werewolf's intestines and dragged it along until she reached Hermione, while the wizard werewolf had to scramble to keep up, or his entire belly would be ripped out.
"I offer this trophy to you—my source of faith, the moon beyond the hazy clouds."
Maria, forcing herself to kneel, addressed Hermione.
"Don't you need to kill it yourself?" Hermione asked, slightly surprised.
Maria looked at the werewolf crawling on the ground, wagging its tail and begging for mercy: "It's like a dog now."
"Killing it might give you some satisfaction, but as a wizard, its life can create more value for you."
The werewolf wizard nodded hurriedly. Thanks to its powerful vitality, even with its intestines being pulled out and dragged along, it could still speak normally despite the pain.
"Yes—yes! I am a wizard! I am an advisor sent by the werewolf king Greyback to serve Prince Hogg!"
"I know a lot of information about the Werewolf Royal Court! And I know how to find them!"
"Leave me here! I have so much more—"
Before he could finish speaking, a blazing Kalia Swiftsword pierced its skull.
Hermione withdrew her hand; she was now able to cast sword magic directly with her hands.
"Instead of weighing that little bit of intelligence value, just killing them directly will provide more emotional value," she said indifferently.
As the owner of the Heavenly Eye, if he really wanted to track down the werewolves, he didn't necessarily need an inside man to lead the way. In fact, killing him directly would make Maria feel better.
The little wolf girl was also surprised by Hermione's decisiveness. She thought Hermione just wanted to avenge herself, even if it meant giving up more information, and she couldn't help but feel a little moved.
But before she could say anything more, she fainted due to a sudden loss of strength. Her injuries were not minor; she had just been holding on.
Hermione hugged her tightly, took out some white essence and blood tonic from her pouch, and fed them to the little wolf girl.
"Arthur and the others' worries were unnecessary; you did a great job."
A voice came from the sky, and everyone looked up immediately. They saw a werewolf riding a broom, flying in the air. However, unlike the werewolves below, he was wearing a neat shirt and trousers, with a trench coat over them. Moreover, the clothes seemed to be enchanted, so they would not be torn even when he transformed, and would remain in a well-fitting state.
"Uncle Remus!" Harry was the first to recognize the person and greeted him happily.
"Why are you here?"
A werewolf who can maintain their sanity on a full moon night must have taken a modified version of the wolfsbane potion. Among these factors...
Lupin's abilities are enhanced because Lily tailored the spells specifically for him, allowing him to even cast spells in his werewolf form.
"Arthur and Molly were worried, so they asked me to come along," Lupin said slowly as he descended, his hairy face beaming.
As a werewolf, he certainly knows best how to deal with werewolves. Even if Bill and Charlie have issues with their lack of experience, the seasoned Lupin is more reliable.
"Even Charlie and I weren't of any use, so you're even less of a threat," Bill retorted.
Lupin turned his gaze to Maria in Hermione's arms and said with heartache, "This child is so young, and she has suffered such a misfortune."
"Fortunately, she met you all."
He seemed to be thinking of his own childhood, when he was bitten at about the same age, and he also encountered Dumbledore and James who did not reject him. Acceptance is too important for werewolves.