However, this swamp werewolf obviously lacks the intelligence and discernment of normal people, and it is not quite the same as himself after transforming... Caroline was also a little discouraged, maybe it was just a virtual monster that had escaped from the book, as Roger had said. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

As everyone knows, in the werewolf group in the wizarding world, she is also an outlier.

There are so many werewolves in the wizarding world, and they have been bitten since childhood, and I have never heard of a werewolf who can transform at any time and maintain sanity after transformation.

The common sense that happened to her herself is not standard for any werewolf, not to mention that this swamp werewolf is also an 'outlier' among werewolves.

Referring to her own words, the werewolf should return to human form after fainting, but then look at the swamp werewolf's furry belly lying on the ground... Caroline was numb, she didn't know what to do with it...

"If you want me to say it's a little easier, it's a clean cut. Roger saw the old lady's embarrassment, kicked the motionless werewolf with his foot and said, "This is not 'the same kind', this is a beast." ”

Caroline wanted to help, but she couldn't do it. If a werewolf bites someone, it will be an ordinary person who will also become a werewolf, and she has empathized with this pain since she was a child, and she absolutely can't ignore the consequences of this kind of thing.

After Hermione and Roger had healed her wounds, Caroline waved her hand at her brother angrily, turned her head and walked off to the distance, not looking at what was going on.

Roger's eyes lit up, and he smiled and turned the swamp werewolf over, revealing its back, and pressed his wand against the huge wounds: "Heal as before!"

Hermione couldn't understand it for a moment, and asked in surprise, "What are you holding back?"

"As you can see," Roger said as a matter of course, "treat it~"

"You're so kind? It's not good for you to put that on that face every time. The girl pointed to the corner of his mouth with certainty.

"How... It's just that I think the chair at home is missing a leather cushion. Roger smiled as he cast a healing spell.

Hermione's face turned white in an instant: "You, you want to peel its skin?"

"No way," the boy sighed quietly, "The book says that werewolves will inevitably return to human form when they die, although this is not necessarily... But the corpse of a human is here, and I'm afraid Caroline will touch the scene..."

Isn't it, she didn't even have a friend before she came to England, and she always followed Roger's madness... And now, those muscular brothers are still pretty good.

"You mean... Still want to be skinned alive?" Hermione muttered with an expression of inexorability that she was about to vomit, "This is so cruel! Or you can make it so hard that you can't tell it's a person..."

Sure enough, things are still afraid of comparison, live and broken corpses, sure enough, the former is more unbearable... Thinking about the feeling of cutting the skin with a knife on her body, the girl felt chills all over her body and goosebumps.

"It's fresh enough to say this from your mouth..."Roger couldn't help grinning, but he didn't stop in his hand: "It's a pity, my family is really short of a good skin..."

The wounds on his back and face had healed well, but the skin had grown and the wolf's fur had not grown as quickly, but it was better than a full piece of skin with five long strips of holes.

Glancing at Hermione, who was standing on the side with a purple face, Roger waved his wand and summoned a rope to tie the swamp werewolf to a shelf in a 'big' shape, with ropes binding and reinforcing between his limbs and neck, and even the wolf's kiss was circled a few times so as not to wake it up in pain and scream.

With all this in mind, Roger put away his wand and pulled out a knife from his coin bag for a long time.

He scraped the sharp blade with his fingers, sprinkled a string of blood, and said to Hermione nonchalantly, "I think someone must have invented a spell for skinning, but unfortunately none of us have ever learned it... So this little monster is going to have a hard time..."

As he spoke, the boy took the knife and began to make a circle from the werewolf's wrist, preparing to start picking out the opening in the abdomen, and the other three limbs were the same, and then the knife was cut down from the lower palate, until the bottom was completely peeled off, and then the whole piece was torn like this, and a complete werewolf skin could be perfectly peeled off.

However, the big athletic pants worn by the swamp werewolf were a bit in the way, and by the time Roger finished picking his hands and trying to deal with his legs, Hermione had reached the limit of what he could bear.

"That's enough!" she jerked Roger away, her wand pointed at him, and said hysterically, "Even if it's a monster and kill it!!"

Roger spread his blood-stained hands: "Okay, kill it, let's do it..."

Hermione froze, looked at the boy and then at the werewolf, he meant...

"If you don't kill it, I'll skin it, that's it. Roger played with the knife in his hand, and the blood on his hand made the smooth surface of the knife even dirtier.

The girl was at a loss, and the tip of her wand swayed between the werewolf and Roger.

Fortunately, the fog is thick today, otherwise a werewolf who has no reason and is not limited by the night of the full moon will have the consequences of being allowed to roam this area alive.

Seeing that Hermione was undecided, Roger took a step forward and kicked the werewolf's crotch with a flirtatious leg, and the beast, which had not responded after being cut twice, was instantly awakened by the huge pain, and the violent struggle made the shelf that bound it squeak.

Roger raised his eyebrows at the girl and deliberately explained: "It's better to keep it awake and peel it, lest it die unconsciously, and it won't be certain whether this skin will be wolf skin or human skin..."

As he spoke, the boy crouched down and pressed the knife against his ankle, which had become similar to a wolf's claw.

"That's enough!!" Hermione let out an uncontrollable cry as her wand slammed her wand at the tightly bound swamp werewolf, "Shattered bones!Thunderbolt explosion......!"

One spell after another struck the werewolf's hairy body, sending out a small patch of blood with each attack.

All kinds of spells hit the werewolf but failed to kill it, and it was as if it were torturing it, and the werewolf struggled frantically.

However, it wasn't because of Hermione's attack, the sharp pain in the crotch was enough to crush those minor injuries.

"It's nice to say, it's no better than mine..."Roger grinned and teased the girl, the blood on his hands had been cleaned up, and the knife had been thrown back into the coin bag, since he had the determination to kill, there was no need for him to do it again.