Werewolves, running wild in the night.

Jon, on the other hand, ran ahead, to the other side of the Forbidden Forest.

To say that you are not afraid is that it is false...... But I can't help it, I can't just watch Harry and Hermione being eaten alive by Lu Pin!

Jon didn't go too far into the Forbidden Forest, after all, there were many terrifying creatures in the depths of the Forbidden Forest.

The werewolf was not far away from him, after all, the werewolf was much faster than him.

Jon raised his PSM pistol and fired a silver bullet in the direction of the werewolf...... Several bullets hit the werewolf's body accurately, slightly hindering its progress.

It's a pity that the silver bullet didn't cause fatal damage to werewolves as the legend goes.

After firing the last round, Jon put the pistol back in his pocket, and now there was almost forty yards between him and Lupin.

At the same time, Jon took out a pack of herbs from his backpack.

"These are all spells you taught me, Professor!" Jon muttered to himself.

He pointed his wand at the herbal pack:

"Waddiwasi!"

The herb pack flew like a cannonball, flying in the direction of Lupin.

At the same time, Jon raised his wand:

"Diffindo!"

The originally sturdy package fell to the ground piece by piece as if it had been forcibly torn apart before it hit Lupin.

The sap of the Burox summer grass in the herb pack soaked into the soil, and the spores of the devil's net slammed into the ground, and then began to grow rapidly in the night.

Lupin, who turned into a werewolf and lost consciousness, stepped into the "trap" of the devil's net.

The devil's web quickly wrapped around its body, and then quickly began to spread.

The werewolf began to struggle desperately, trying to break free from the damn plants...... However, the devil's net is such a thing, the more the bound person struggles, the tighter they are entangled.

Looking at Lupin, who was already firmly trapped, Jon breathed a sigh of relief.

Werewolves, a magical animal with no brains, are quite easy to deal with.

Just as he was about to leave, Jon couldn't help but stop.

He glanced back at the werewolf who was struggling.

The devil's net continues to spread, and the Forbidden Forest in the dark is the best environment for them to survive. The devil's net will not let go of any prey, and they will entangle their prey until they are completely killed......

Jon had noticed that several vines had spread to Lupin's neck and began to twist around it...... The werewolf let out a scream of pain.

"Can't go!" Jon suddenly realized that once he left, Lupin would definitely be strangled to death by the devil's net.

That's not going to work...... Anyway, Lupin was a friendly werewolf and couldn't kill him like that.

But if you release it, it will definitely continue to attack itself, and ordinary spells will not do much against werewolves in wolf form......

Just as Jon was wrangling, something seemed to hit his ass.

......

"Buckbeak?" Jon shouted in surprise.

Buckbeak, the winged beast of the Hippogriff, had broken free from Jon's previous chains and flew to this side.

Jon suddenly had an idea...... He patted Buckbeak's beak and asked tentatively, "Can I ride you?"

Buckbeak looked up haughtily, meaning it acquiesced.

Jon quickly took out the large bag of dog food he had bought a year ago from his backpack, opened it, and spilled it on the ground around him.

Buckbeak flew over, sniffed, and then left with a look of disgust.

Jon stroked Buckbeak's head with one hand as he struggled to climb up his back from the winged position...... Buckbeak spread his wings all at once, startling Jon.

"Not too high!" Jon quickly reminded, "Just a little off the ground!"

Buckbeak was still docile, and it flew to the treetops.

Jon took the opportunity to raise his wand and aimed it at the web of demons that were entwining the werewolves:

"Incendio!"

A fiery red flame flew over...... The Devil's Web was the most afraid of the flames and the bright light, and with the appearance of this flame spell, it began to shrink little by little.

Within seconds, the werewolf Lupin was freed from the devil's net.

"Woo!" it let out a ferocious roar as it first roared towards the Hippogriff in the sky.

Luckily, Jon stopped Buckbeak in time to let him land and engage the werewolves.

Soon, however, the werewolf's attention was drawn to the sack of dog food scattered on the ground...... It strode over, then began to lick and eat.

Looks like it worked...... Jon breathed a sigh of relief again.

Lupin is full here, so naturally he won't go around the campus, and the matter is settled peacefully.

The Hippogriff under its crotch suddenly exerted its strength and flew towards Lake Hogsmeade...... Jon, who was unprepared for a while, almost fell off the bird's back.

Fortunately, he hugged Buckbeak's neck in time.

But to be honest, the taste of flying on a mount is much more comfortable than riding a broomstick...... There's no need to deliberately steer the way, and you don't have to worry about falling off that stick, and you don't have to worry about a Bludger flying at any time......

A few minutes later, Jon returned to the beating willow and landed.

Dumbledore soon appeared at his side.

"Looks like you've got that werewolf done!" Dumbledore exclaimed, "Good job!"

"Thank you, Professor...... Did you catch Peter?" Jon asked quickly.

"I'm sorry, Jon, but I don't want to lie to you......" Dumbledore replied calmly, "I finally let Peter Pedirup go!"

"Let Peter go?" Jon was taken aback, "Isn't he the real murderer?"

However, Dumbledore didn't seem to want to dwell on the subject, he looked solemnly at the lake in front of him, and raised his wand—

Jon noticed that there were at least hundred, black and black creatures, gliding around the lake toward the shores.

Lying on the shore of the lake were only Siris-Black, who had fainted and turned back into human form, and Harry and Hermione, who were holding their wands in vain and on the verge of coma.

"Looks like I don't need my help!" Dumbledore sighed as he lowered his wand again.

A Patronus has already appeared!

An adult deer, or more likely, a silver deer, but too far apart, its pointed ears seemed a little blurry.

Hundreds of Dementors, under the influence of the Patronus, fled frantically.

"Severus may have made the most painful decision of his life!" Dumbledore shook his head sympathetically, "He just saved the two most hated people in his life!"