Spots of light flickered, flashing from the end of Aven's wand.

At a speed visible to the naked eye, the points of light are getting brighter and brighter, and the bright light is getting brighter and brighter.

Soon, the point of light became a little harsh, and a ray of light streaked through the air with Evan's movements.

The wand slashed diagonally across the approaching werewolf from the bottom up.

The silvery-white trail lingered in mid-air, exuding powerful magic.

It didn't move forward, it didn't dissipate, it just stayed in mid-air, stopping where Aven's wand swiped.

It's not a stun spell, it's not the mighty Avada Death Spell, it's not ......

Aven casually streaked across the air, light and powerless, as if waiting for Fenrir Greyback to crash into it.

What's going on? What kind of magic is this?

There was no time to think, and in a flash of lightning, everyone saw Greyback rush in front of Evan and Hermione, and his body actively collided with the silver-white light in the air. Greyback was so fast that even if he saw Aven's magic, he couldn't dodge it.

Everything was like Evan had planned, Greyback collided with his magic at an incredible speed, everyone held their breath in anticipation of the picture below, but nothing happened, Greyback didn't even pause, not even the speed of the sprint slowed down.

Aven's magic didn't work for him, he howled loudly and roared, rushing towards Evan with a terrifying expression of incomparable hatred, waving his hands wildly, his long yellow nails made people palpitate, and his teeth as sharp as a wolf.

The werewolf poked its head forward, its mouth biting with all its might.

Those sharp fangs are about to bite Aven's neck!

Oh my God, what's going on?!

Aven's magic failed?!

How could it be, but all the Gryffindor House students saw this shocking scene.

They exclaimed, they couldn't believe that Evan hadn't stopped Greyback, and many of the timid students didn't even dare to look at it.

Even Evan himself didn't seem to believe it, he kept his position and looked at the werewolf who was about to bite him, it was too late to do anything.

At this distance, unless the phantom appeared at an extremely fast speed, Evan had no chance of dodging, as long as Greyback bit him, he was afraid ......

Looking at Greyback's appearance, he intends to bite Evan alive.

In that final moment, Evan just tilted his body to the left, and he blocked Hermione's vision so that she could not see Greyback in front of her, which seemed to be the only thing he could do before he died, to keep Hermione from seeing the horrible picture, and not letting her see the next horrible moment.

Even if it was death, Evan would protect Hermione.

Greyback didn't intend to let Hermione go, and he made up his mind that if he bit Evan to death in a moment, he would lock up Hermione, who had become a werewolf, and Aven's corpse. He's going to continue that interesting experiment, which is much more interesting than dissecting the corpses in the crypt.

The werewolf thought so, and he was about to taste revenge.

Three years ago, if Sirius hadn't suddenly appeared, he would have torn these two guys apart.

He kept them both alive for three years, and now it's time to put an end to this farce.

Greyback had seen the veins in Aven's neck, and he could even smell the delicious blood.

Yes, the smell of blood.

It's so clear, it's so seductive, it's getting stronger!

Delicious, delicious, the werewolf has finished indulging in blood, and he opens his bloody mouth......

In the next second, his body jerked to a halt in the air.

There was a painful expression on the ghost-like face, and Greyback looked at Evan, who was close at hand, with hatred, and turned his head unwillingly, as if looking for something. Yes, what he was looking for, looking for what he had lost!

Soon, he realized what he had lost.

Fenrir Greyback was horrified to see his body split into two parts. With the inertia of rushing forward, his upper body rushed towards Evan and Hermione, but his lower mind stayed at the place where Evan crossed the white light, and never took a step forward.

Blood!

So delicious, so tempting!

But it was his own blood!

They were gushing out of the cracks, and that's what he had just smelled.

"So much blood, what a waste!"

These were the last thoughts of Fenrir Greyback, the king of werewolves......

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On the Astronomy Tower, Harry still couldn't move.

With horror in his heart, he stared unblinkingly at the three Death Eaters who had broken in.

A stout crooked-mouthed man with a strange grin on his face let out a gasping laugh.

"Look, Dumbledore has been cornered!"

He turned to the stout little woman, who looked like his sister and had an impatient smile on her face, "Dumbledore doesn't have a wand, Dumbledore is alone!

"Good evening, Amycus!" Dumbledore said in a calm tone, as if welcoming the man to a tea party, "You've brought Alex with you, it's so cute......"

"Still, my dear professor!" the woman smirked in exasperation, "and you are dying, and you think these little jokes will save your life?"

"Jokes? No, no, it's polite. Dumbledore replied.

"You're slowing down!" Malfoy muttered dissatisfied.

"There are more guards down there than we thought, and our plan of action seems to have been leaked, but those Fenrir and his wolf cubs bought us time. Finally, the Death Eater said, his face full of flesh and a fierce look, "Now, do it, Draco!"

"I ......" Malfoy swallowed, seeming even less motivated.

He looked frightened, staring blankly at Dumbledore's face.

Dumbledore's face was paler, and he looked much shorter than usual, as his body against the wall kept slipping down.

Even, he couldn't even hold the double snake staff in his hand, and put it diagonally aside.

"Don't be nervous, Draco, if you want me to say, his days in this world are numbered anyway!" said the crooked-mouthed man, his sister snorting and laughing at him, "Look at him, what's going on with you, old man Deng?"

"Alas, exhausted and unresponsive, Amycus. Dumbledore said, "Anyway, old age is useless! one day, you'll end up in this field, if you're lucky......"

"What do you mean? What do you mean?" shouted the Death Eater, suddenly becoming ferocious, "you're still the same, aren't you, Old Man Deng? Alright, Draco, let's do it! we're running out of time, and those troublesome guys down here are coming!"