Hermione burst into the shop, and it was empty.

The room was dimly lit, and Crookhill jumped to the counter in the middle, on which were placed two thin half-lit candles, dim and in a trance.

Next to the candle, a cup of coffee was still steaming outward, the chair in front of the counter had fallen backwards, and a few newspapers were scattered on the floor, as if silently telling the original owner of the haste of leaving.

"Come in, Aven!" Hermione quickly looked around, trying to find something that would help them resist the werewolves, and said in an anxious voice, "The professors are coming soon, we must hold on"

Before she could finish her sentence, there was a loud bang behind her.

Hermione hurriedly turned around and saw that Evan hadn't followed her in, and he had closed the door of the shop tightly.

Hermione was taken aback, and then she understood what Evan was doing this: he was doing it to protect himself, and he wanted to stop the werewolf outside alone!

"No, no!" Hermione's eyes widened as she hurried to the door, pushing the door in a panic.

The door didn't move, it was locked from the outside by Aven.

"Arajo Cave Open!" Hermione gasped violently, fearful as she feared for Aven's safety.

In her opinion, the monster outside was almost invincible.

Staying outside like this, I'm afraid it won't be long before the werewolves kill her, she can't let that happen, she taps the lock with her wand.

There was a click, and the door lock was opened.

Hermione used all her strength to push outward, but it was useless, although the lock was opened, but Evan blocked the door with her body, she couldn't push the door.

Outside the store, Evan used his emaciated body to build the last line of defense between the werewolf and himself.

"Come in, Aven!" Hermione cried out hoarsely to the floor with tears in her eyes, "Please, come in!" ”

Outside the store, Evan leaned his body against the store.

He heard a terrible, frightened voice coming from inside Hermione, his heart almost stopped, and he could feel Hermione banging hard against the door behind him, and she wanted to come out to help him.

No, no, Hermione can't be let out!!

It's too dangerous, and I have to protect her.

Hermione was right, at most a few minutes at most, and the professors who got the news would rush over.

Until then, he couldn't let the werewolf get near Hermione anyway.

It's his responsibility, the man's responsibility.

Evan may not know much about the truth, but he knows that since he likes someone, he must protect them when they are in danger.

He took a deep breath and secretly made up his mind in his heart.

From now on, this is a battle that belongs to him alone.

Even if he is torn apart by Greyback, even if he becomes a werewolf himself, he will definitely not get out of the way.

This is his battlefield, and the door behind him is his final bottom line.

The wand in Aven's hand pointed steadily at the approaching werewolf, the light on the tip of the wand getting brighter and brighter, and he waved his wand and swished out several spells.

Silver-white light shot out of Aven's wand, and Greyback didn't dodge, a terrible roar came out of his mouth, and he was hit by the spell, flew backwards, and then rushed from the ground with greater speed.

Transforming into a werewolf has caused Greyback to lose all sanity.

He's just a monster who knows how to bite and kill now, and he doesn't seem to feel pain.

Aven's spell left scars on his body, and as before, it didn't stop Greyback, but further stimulated him.

He was getting closer and closer to Aven, and in the moonlight, Aven could even see his reflection in his huge, yellow, crazy eyes.

He pounced at great speed, and Evan let out another spell that hit him, and he was bleeding.

Greyback was covered in blood, but he couldn't see a single scar. Hit by Aven's spell after another, he became more and more brave and crazy.

These are werewolves, who, when not transformed, can communicate with people just like ordinary wizards, and many of them are as gentle and rational as Professor Lupin.

But after their transformation, they are the most dangerous magical creatures in the wizarding world.

In Newt Smith and Where to Find Them, werewolves are the most dangerous, and they are as dangerous as dragons, basilisks, sphinxes, five-legged monsters, Kemerammon, and other magical creatures.

An adult werewolf can fight dozens of well-trained Aurors at the same time, and as the leader of the werewolves, Greyback is the most ferocious and ferocious of the werewolves, and a young wizard of Aven's age is simply no match for him.

The masked Dark Wizard on the other side had stopped his attack, and he stood aside with his wand raised, as if to see how Evan had been torn apart by Greyback.

Evan gasped with his back to the shop, and behind him was Hermione's crying.

She still pushed the door without giving up, shouting Aven's name in her mouth, and her voice was hoarse to the extreme.

In front of them, Greyback approached step by step.

Evan didn't continue to attack, and with his magic level, he continued to attack Greyback with ordinary spells, just wasting his remaining strength.

He looked as if he had given up completely, but the light of his wand grew brighter and brighter.

Aven's gaze was locked on Greyback, and all the magic power in his body was converging, converging on his wand.

Since ordinary spells are only as lethal to werewolves, he uses dark magic.

As long as he can protect Hermione, even if he uses the most evil and forbidden dark magic, Evan will not hesitate, looking at the werewolves getting closer and closer, he knows that there is no way back.

In the biting cold wind, Wererick the Werewolf, a bloodied monster, pounced on Aven.

He waved his claws, trying to tear the boy in front of him apart.

He was going to rip the boy's throat open, and he couldn't wait to taste the blood.

Looking at Greyback who was getting closer and closer to him, Evan was motionless, he could smell the pungent smell of blood on the other party's body, he trembled all over his body, but the right hand holding the wand was as steady as a rock, he was ready to use a black magic that he had not fully mastered, which would consume all his remaining magic power, and he only had one chance.

He had to wait for his chance, for Greyback to get close to him, close enough!

Doing so is tantamount to gambling with your life, either to repel the werewolf or to completely tear yourself apart.

For Hermione's sake, Evan had no way back, and he saw Greyback's misshapen, sharp fangs bite at his neck.

In the next second, he jerked up his wand and aimed it at the werewolf's head, emitting a dark blue light.