Daphne looked at the man hanging upside down from the trunk of the tree with a look of disbelief: "Bloodline? ”

"Yo, the little girl has a good eye." The red-eyed man smiled faintly: "Such a smart little girl, the blood must be very delicious." ”

"Don't be careless, Domiller." Fenrir Greyback sneered: "This little girl is not simple, if you accidentally get caught in the road and are cleaned up by her, the dignified Marquis of the Blood Clan, lose to a little girl, but you will be laughed out of your big teeth." ”

"Oh? Feelings, what you said, it was this girl who almost made you into Azkaban before? The blood clan known as Domirle laughed weirdly: "Then it's no wonder, this little girl is indeed a bit of a doorway." ”

As he spoke, another werewolf leaped forward, trying to chase in the direction of Harry's escape. However, as soon as he sprang out, he threw himself to the ground. It turned out that he didn't know when, but a vine was already wrapped around his foot. He didn't look at it, jumped into the air, and immediately fell down.

The werewolf scrambled to his feet, tore the vines from his feet, and turned to stare at Daphany viciously. At this time, she and a big dog, the vines were naturally made by her.

"Don't go, isn't your opponent right in front of you?" Daphany laughed. Although she was smiling on her face, she was panicked in her heart! If it's just two werewolves, or another similar werewolf, although it's not easy to deal with, it should still be possible to protect yourself. But that Bloodline is too troublesome. Daphany reckons that she is no match for him, even if it is one-on-one. As for Blake, if he had a wand in his hand, it would probably make a big difference, but he didn't have a wand at this time! A big dog, it's hard to deal with a werewolf!

"Domiller. I'm going to shred her! The werewolf stared at Daphany viciously, but spoke to the Bloodline.

"I'm okay with that, Fenrir just said he wanted her to die, but he didn't say he had to do it himself." The Bloodclan floated to the ground, "But you'll have to hurry." That old fellow at Hogwarts is not something we can mess with. ”

", you're still here specifically for me?" Daphany burst into a foul mouth. Of course, it's actually buying as much time as possible.

"That's right." The bloodline named Domelle didn't know if he hadn't noticed it or didn't care: "Fenrir wants you to die, as his partner, we naturally have to help him!" ”

"Partner?" Hearing this, Daphany raised her eyebrows slightly, although both the werewolf and the bloodline spoke English and were very proficient. But by her strange tone she sensed that they were not English, but Germans or French. But shouldn't Fenrir's companions all be Death Eaters? Death Eaters don't seem to hear of any other countries, huh?

But before she could think about it, the werewolf had already waved his wand, and a cloud of black smoke turned into a huge skull, and let out a cold howl and pounced on Daphany.

Daphine was unhurried, waving her wand as well. A large golden net appeared in front of him. The skull was instantly covered by the large net, and after a few struggles, the net gradually shrank, and was shattered in an instant. Demon Hunting Net, which specializes in cracking tangible black magic or dark summons.

Bloodclan Domile raised his eyebrows slightly, obviously not expecting that a teenager would be proficient in such a mastery of white magic. He chuckled and opened his mouth again, but this time it wasn't a sound wave, but a blood-red circle of light.

Daphine was preoccupied, naturally noticing his movements, and her wand flicked again. Silver glitter. The powerful silver light made it difficult to look directly at for a moment. A beautiful snake burst out of the air, smashed through the blood-red aura, and rushed towards the blood clan.

The Blood Clan Domelle was taken aback, such a powerful patron saint had never been seen a few times in his long life of more than a hundred years. Such white magic would have caused damage to the body of a purely dark creature like him. Hurriedly leap away from Daphine's Patronus.

"I said, this little girl is very difficult to deal with!" Fenrir roared, his body swelling rapidly, turning into a gray wolf the size of a horse.

Daphine's pupils narrowed slightly. She had just sensed that something was wrong. At this time, it was realized that tonight was the night of the full moon, and Fenrir and the other werewolf did not transform. At this time, Fenrir transformed, and she realized that Fenrir had been promoted. From a monster that could only turn into a half-wolf and half-human, he transformed into a giant wolf.

The giant wolf's combat power may not be much stronger than that of the werewolf. At least at the beginning of the transformation. But a werewolf who can transform into a giant wolf can resist the wild call of the moonlit night, and he doesn't have to be forced to become a werewolf on a moonlit night! Thinking about it this way, Fenrir and the other werewolf turned out to be genuine werewolves who could control the transformation and resist the call of the wild!

Fenrir, who had turned into a giant wolf, ignored Daphine's thoughts, let out a terrible wolf howl, and jumped at Daphine. Yunnan

However, he couldn't get enough of Daphany and was knocked out of the air in mid-air.

Blake, who had not moved, crashed into the giant wolf that Fenrir had transformed. The big dog he transformed into didn't have the terrifying size of a giant wolf. But it is also the giant of canines. It's also a lap smaller than the giant wolf. With mental calculations and no intentions, one can still pretend to be Fenrir who has no power in the air.

Fenrir roared at Black, he didn't understand how a dog could dare to attack his transformed wolf. Normally, the dog will pick up its tail and run away when it sees itself. Neither Fenrir nor the other two thought about Animagus at all.

The battlefield became two, Fenrir and Blake, a wolf and a dog tearing together. Daphany, on the other hand, is dealing with another werewolf who has not yet transformed. Magical delivery for two. The Blood Clan's Dominor didn't make another move, but watched the excitement with interest.

The big dog transformed by Blake, if it is at its peak, can probably fight with the giant wolf incarnated by Fenrir. However, although his life has been slightly better in the past two months, he is still a little malnourished. The transformed big dog is nowhere near as strong and powerful as he was at his peak. After a few rounds, he was completely defeated. One was careless, was bitten by the neck of the giant wolf, flung it far away, and crashed into a tree. fell to the ground again, and couldn't get up for a while.

Fenrir didn't give in and pounced again. And Daphine was entangled by another werewolf, and the blood Domelle mixed in, and he couldn't help for a while.

Seeing that Blake was about to die in the wolf's kiss, a silver-gray figure leaped out of the forest, swinging its powerful front paws, and with a single grab, it repelled the giant wolf that Fenrir had transformed.

It was a tall, half-wolf, half-human monster, extremely strong. He was dressed in gray hair that shimmered silver in the moonlight. It turned out to be a werewolf! The werewolf didn't howl because he had a wand in his mouth and turned his head to spit on Black.

The big dog that Blake transformed into writhed and quickly turned into a ragged Blake. Picking up the wand on the ground, he knew the owner of the wand as soon as he got his hands, and he judged the identity of the person who came, the werewolf: "Remus? ”

Blake's tone was extremely surprised, because the werewolf in front of him was very different from the werewolf he had remembered Lupin transformed. Not only is it a lot taller, but it is much stronger. The werewolf that Lupin had transformed into before had slender limbs and a thin body. Except for a wolf head, it's more like a monster. And the one in front of him, except for the strong limbs that are slightly longer and has no tail, is already very much like a wolf. If the werewolf that Lupin transformed into had such a body shape, he and James's transformation would not be able to deter him.

Lupin, who had transformed into a werewolf, couldn't speak, just nodded, and then let out a wolf howl and rushed towards the giant wolf that Fenrir had transformed.

"Another werewolf, it seems to have been purified?" Domile's brows furrowed, and his tone was full of annoyance: "There is also an Animagus." What a hassle! With a wave of his wand, a swarm of small dark red bats erupted from the tip of the wand and squeaked and squeaked towards Black.

However, Blake with his wand in hand was no longer what he used to be. He and Lupin have been friends for many years, and each other's wands have been very familiar with each other, so there are no obvious shackles to use. With a flick of the wand, a dazzling flash of fire erupted from the tip of the wand. Towards the bats with their fangs.

The smell of meat came from her, and Daphany felt a little hungry alone. Hours have passed since dinner. Smelling the smell of roasted bats, Daphany's stomach screamed.

But now is definitely not the time to eat! And what if you eat bats, what should you do if you get infected with an infectious disease......

The werewolf Lupin and the werewolf Fenrir were indistinguishable for a while. Daphne had already seen that Lupin had really been purified and turned into a low-level werewolf. Although it is not as capable of suppressing transformation as a mid-level werewolf, it already has reason. This is far from being a wolf elixir, but it can be compared to suppressing animal nature. Lupin in battle is agile and tactical. The simple-minded Fenrir was a little scrambled...... Of course, given that he is now in giant wolf form, it should be said that the front paws are busy and the hind paws are messy.

This also shows that the gap between low-level werewolves and ordinary werewolves may not necessarily be reflected in combat effectiveness.

The wolf and the werewolf fought equally, but the battle between Blake and Domiller was obvious. Except for the first encounter, Blake was completely pressed and beaten.

To say that Blake's strength is definitely not bad, Daphany should feel equal to Snape or slightly weaker. It is also a very outstanding level of young and middle-aged wizards. This was the result of twelve years of torture in Azkaban, and if he worked out hard, he would be about as conservative as Lupin. Unfortunately, twelve years in prison left him with great physical and mental trauma, and the use of magic was very ineffective! Even the original ten-percent strength can only be exerted by three or four percent.

"Blake, you're here to deal with this." Daphne shouted, and a spell forced the werewolf away and turned on Domel.

Blake wasn't even as good as Daphany at this time, and he might be killed in a few rounds. But against that average werewolf, it should be able to hold on. Daphany decided to deal with the Bloodline herself.