"Ahh

The screams came at Clarke's most relaxed, and he couldn't muster up his strength for a moment.

His body was already sending a strong warning to him, but just now he was able to run back here with one breath.

But now that Hermione was safe, he let out this mouthful, so much so that he could only watch at this time.

Looking not far away, the werewolf captive, who had been tightly bound and could only lie on the ground, suddenly broke free from the rope.

Watching him go from being a person, gradually his bones stretched, his hair grew wildly, and finally he turned into a werewolf.

Seeing the children around her screaming, Hermione was like a great enemy, but she was caught off guard, and in order to protect the child, she was pounced on by the werewolf!

"No!"

For the first time, Clark realized that he was so frightened and so frightened that he even screamed so hard that he broke his voice.

He found that in the past three years of getting along day and night, someone had already left a shadow in his mature and closed heart.

It wasn't the same feeling as it had been when he had fought alongside Neville and seen him in danger.

Is it affection? Or is it camaraderie? He couldn't tell himself.

Anyway, when he heard Hermione's terrible, frightened voice in the crowd, his heart almost stopped.

An unspeakable force flowed from his mind, instantly dominating every muscle in his body.

Clark ignored their protests, and the whole person was manipulated like a marionette, staggering through the crowd towards Hermione in the distance, and walking faster and faster.

At this time, the werewolf who had pounced on Hermione not far away seemed to sense the impending danger and raised his head to look cautiously.

He happened to see Clark rushing over, recognized the guy who had just subdued him, screamed, and hurriedly ran away, rushed to the side of the street, jumped into the lake.

Clark didn't bother to catch up at this time, but just quickened his pace and rushed to Hermione.

However, as soon as he saw her appearance, Clark's heart was half cold.

He stretched out his hands, tremblingly took the girl into his arms, and looked at the bloody bite marks at the junction of her slender neck and shoulders, and knew that the matter was irreparable.

Anyone who has been bitten by a transformed werewolf will be infected with the wolf poison curse, and on the night of the full moon, they will transform into a werewolf, and they will be dominated by bloodthirsty beastliness, and no one will be spared.

Not only that, but there isn't even a good enough way to treat this situation in the wizarding world, and the only thing that works is the wolf poison potion that keeps werewolves sane when transforming.

Clarke's heart was filled with pain and remorse that almost flooded him like a tidal wave.

He looked at the girl in front of him who was unconscious because of her injury, looked at her brow that was furrowed from pain, and thought that she would have to suffer every month in the future, and for the first time hated her for not being strong enough.

If only he had been stronger, if he had killed those two werewolves just now, if he had been a little more determined before, he would have ordered Hermione not to come here......

But that can't be changed anymore.

No!

Clark looked at the gold chain around Hermione's neck, and his arms around her couldn't help but tighten a little, as if ...... None of this is completely irreparable.

Clark, who has regained a glimmer of hope, successfully got rid of the entanglement of negative emotions such as sadness and regret after venting, and his mind finally cleared up a little.

After all, it was just a werewolf curse, and with his clever mind, as long as he calmed down, he quickly came up with several solutions to this problem according to the existing conditions.

Whether it's like in the original book when Harry and the others save Sirius, Black and Buckbeak, use the time turner to travel back in time.

It should be feasible to slowly accumulate strength, wait for the gods, and then use the divine power to change reality.

It's just that the former involves time travel, and the time sand consumed can't be hidden from the Ministry of Magic at all, and it will inevitably be held accountable by the Ministry of Magic, and there are all kinds of hidden dangers in the process.

Waiting for a god to cast a magic spell to exorcise the curse is indeed foolproof, but it also means that Hermione, who has been bitten by a werewolf, needs to endure years of pain and suffering, just like Professor Lupin at the time, and face the strange and repulsive gaze of those around her.

Don't think it's okay, there are many children in the wizarding world who have been bitten by werewolves, but how many can finally develop a kind character like Lupin?

It's not because of the difference in identity that I have been discriminated against, isolated, and bullied by other children since I was a child. This is the same as those children who are bullied by the school, and in the end, most of them still develop an extreme personality and embark on a crooked path.

So, Hermione can't be allowed to suffer like this!

Clarke's eyes flashed with determination again, and he finally made up his mind, he looked up and found that the people around him had already been in chaos because of the werewolf attack just now, and the cries of children and the anxious shouts of adults rang out together.

He wasn't in the mood to care about any of this, so he picked up the injured Hermione and took advantage of the chaos to go to a remote place, and now the most important thing was to find a clean place where no one was.

Fortunately, there are not many places that qualify in this dragon park, and Clark soon finds an idle staff break room in a toy store.

He placed Hermione on the plank bed, cast a [Rejuvenation Technique] to stabilize her injuries, and then locked the door again, fumbling in the collar of his robe, and pulled out a long, thin gold chain.

At the top of the gold chain is the magic time turner.

Clark stared at the small hourglass, and the beautiful golden grains of sand in the hourglass, and then at Hermione, who was still lying on the bed, hesitated for a moment, and finally made up his mind.

Even for the sake of the kind Grangers, they need to hand their daughter back intact!

However, just in case, Clark did not act immediately.

He first took out some food from the magic pocket he carried with him to replenish his energy and water, and then squinted for a while, regained his spirit, and adjusted his state before he was ready to set off.

Of course, he didn't forget to bring Hermione's time turner with him, after all, he had already used this one several times, and he hadn't had time to turn it in to the Ministry of Magic to fill in the time sand, and at most he could only go back five hours.

Fortunately, there was still a little magic sand in Hermione's hourglass, and it was estimated that it would not be a problem to go back seven or eight hours.

With the flip of the small hourglass, pale golden points of light floated out, and the familiar sense of time travel came again.

However, Clark, who was already familiar with this, was not in the mood to observe the process of time travel, and soon, he felt his feet once again step on solid ground.

Everything around him became clear again, and Clark looked up to find himself standing on a broken glass boardwalk.

Not far above him, a corner of the hilltop building could be seen, and a loud fight could be faintly heard.

Based on this situation, and the length of time he had been backtracking, Clark quickly judged that he should still be on the top of the mountain with Neville, facing the werewolf.

He wasn't in the mood to care about that at this point, so he turned around and ran down the hill, he needed to get to Hermione as soon as possible and get the damn werewolf under control before he could suddenly break out and hurt Hermione.

During the descent from the mountain, Clark stumbled upon a distorted figure in a black robe that had fallen to his death on the mountain wall.

It was a werewolf who had jumped down the mountain and was about to break into the Fire Dragon Park, only to be caught up and killed by the escorts.

Looking at this figure, Clark suddenly remembered that when he ran down the mountain a few minutes later, the guards did not show surprised eyes when they saw him.

This means that before, that is, now, they have not seen themselves.

So just in case, and for the sake of continuity and reasonableness of time, Clark chose to change his path, bypassing the guards at the gate of Fire Dragon Park, and turned in from the side of the gate.

This time he rushed back early, and soon hid around the corner of a certain shop, where he met Hermione, who was guarding the werewolf captives not far away.

Seeing her safe and sound, Clark finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He looked at the two werewolf captives lying on the ground again, and found that these two guys were now with their eyes closed, as if they had been knocked unconscious by the electric current just now, and there was nothing strange about them.

"And how the hell did this guy break free of his rope?" Clarke's mind filled with doubts.

He remembered, however, that he had tied the other party with alchemical ropes, which had been spelled and possessed a certain spirituality, which was difficult to untie unless ordered by the master.

Doubts are doubts, but Clark's movements are non-stop.

He looked at the bound werewolf, and was about to use a psychic spell to control him until he managed to save Hermione.

However, at this moment, a shout suddenly came from not far away, "Who is hiding there?" Come out! ”

Worst!

Clarke's face was very ugly, and when he turned his head, he saw a wizard not far away holding a wand, cautiously approaching this direction.

"Damn a sense of justice!"

It must be that some wizard is spontaneously searching for suspicious characters in order to ensure the safety of the children, and happens to see the sneaky Clark again.

He turned around, and at this time another Clark had also appeared not far from the mall, panting, and time was pressing, he didn't intend to pay attention to the wizard, and hurriedly cast a domination spell on the werewolf.

"Faint!"

The magic beam and the sound arrived almost at the same time, and the daring wizard, seeing that Clark did not respond, decisively cast a stun spell to subdue him.

Of course, Clark, who has a keen sense, will not be hit by his spell so easily, and dodges it with a roll.

However, after such a delay, the werewolf captive not far away had already burst into flames, knocking Hermione to the ground.

"Bastard!"

The anger in Clark's heart was almost pouring out, and he raised his hand to get rid of the troublemaker, but in the end he controlled it, gritted his teeth and burrowed into the shadows.

Leaving the place where the chaos had occurred, the more Clark thought about it, the more angry he became, and he couldn't help but kick the trash can on the side of the street.

Almost! Just a little bit! He would have been able to save Hermione.

Clark tried to calm his breathing, trying not to let negative emotions interfere with his thinking.

"There's still a chance."

Clark looked at the golden hourglass in his palm, and the few golden sands in the hourglass. He had just made a half-circle out of caution, and now he still had four hours to go back.

It's just that the upper limit of time rewind should not exceed five hours, and there is only one hour increment at a time, which means that he still has four more chances.

"Don't panic, I can do it!"

Clark cheered himself up while hiding in an empty room, turning the time turner in his hand half a circle again.

The light stretched, time reversed, and this time, Clark appeared directly inside the Dragon Park, surrounded by brooms, mops, and rags, presumably in the utility room of a store.

He pushed open the door, and the shop outside was crowded with wizards and children hiding from danger, and through the half-open window, Clark happened to see that he was hurrying to the gate of Fire Dragon Park more than an hour ago.

"Good opportunity."

Clark knew that Hermione should have just defeated the two werewolves and was standing in place, while he heard the voice of the fire dragon Nobeta and was about to check on the situation.

He could have taken advantage of this time difference to go directly to Hermione and take those two werewolf captives away first, or even kill them-

As soon as he thought of it, Clark sneaked out of the house and ran towards where Hermione was, and soon, he saw the girl again.

Only this time, before he could greet Hermione, suddenly, a strong warning of danger sounded in his heart again.

He didn't even have time to determine where the danger was coming from, and in an instant he leaned forward with his head in his hands, and at the same time laid a wall of air around him.

The next moment, an empty shop beside him was hit by a fireball of dragon fire falling from the sky.

It's Nobeta!

Clark remembered that at this time, he should have met the black-robed mysterious man riding Nobeta at the gate of the Fire Dragon Park, and it was precisely because of the competition with the other party for control of Nobeta that the fire dragon lost control and spit dragon flames into the sky at will.

And he should be one of the affected ones.

Before Clark could sigh at his bad luck, the dragon flame fireball that fell into the house suddenly swelled and exploded, and the huge flames first poured out from the windows and doors of the room, and then the wooden wall panels and roof, all of which were blown to pieces.

If it weren't for Clark lying down just now, he would have been beaten into a hornet's nest by these fragments at this moment.

However, just as he was about to get up, a wooden beam that had been thrown into the air by the explosion spun and fell from the sky, smashing impartially on the back of his head.

Clark's eyes went dark, and he fainted before he could even say "damn it".

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