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"Awoo—!"
The piercing howl rang out like a war horn, shattering the fragile silence of the Forbidden Forest.
Under the cold wash of moonlight, shadows burst from the dense trees—
Fast.
Too fast.
They darted low on all fours or leaped upright like twisted imitations of humans, crimson eyes gleaming in the dark.
In the span of a breath—
Seven massive werewolves surrounded Lynn, Hagrid, Ollie, and Fang.
They growled low, saliva dripping from their jaws, yet none rushed in immediately.
Instead, they stopped roughly ten feet away, forming a loose circle.
Watching.
Waiting.
Most of their attention shifted toward the edge of the clearing.
The first transformed werewolf—still pinned to the tree by Hagrid's bolt—hung limply, letting out weak, pained whimpers.
Despite the madness of the full moon—
They hesitated.
Instinct remained.
They recognized an injured packmate.
They saw Hagrid—his towering, giant-like frame—and the massive crossbow in his hands.
And for a brief, fragile moment—
They were wary.
A standoff.
Ollie calmly pulled out a palm-sized metal plate from his pocket.
One of Lynn's experimental byproducts.
A disposable shield device.
"Protego!"
Clang—!
A shimmering barrier burst outward, enclosing him in a protective dome.
Lynn, already braced for impact, blinked in surprise.
They're not attacking?
Since when do werewolves hesitate?
Textbooks had always described them as mindless killers under the full moon—
Creatures driven purely by instinct and bloodlust.
Yet here they were.
Circling.
Assessing.
Even… cautious.
Maybe the textbooks need rewriting.
Lynn's eyes narrowed.
If you're not moving…
Then I will.
His gaze locked onto three werewolves directly ahead.
An invisible force clamped down on them.
Their movements slowed instantly—as if their limbs had turned to lead, or they were wading through thick swamp water.
Even their growls choked in their throats.
"Reducto!"
His wand flicked—clean, precise.
Two spells shot out in rapid succession.
Bang! Bang!
The two most immobilized werewolves didn't even have time to scream.
Starting from their heads—
They shattered.
Bone. Fur. Flesh.
All disintegrating into fine powder—
Then ash.
The brutal, instantaneous deaths shattered the fragile balance.
"Awoo—!!!"
The remaining werewolves erupted.
Fear was replaced by rage.
The scent of blood—of their own kind—ignited something deeper.
Primal.
Violent.
They lunged.
All at once.
From every direction.
Claws tore the air. Fangs gleamed.
A foul wind rushed toward them.
"BACK OFF!"
Hagrid roared.
He tossed aside the crossbow—too slow to reload—and swung his massive fist.
BANG—CRACK!
The impact was thunderous.
One werewolf was smashed straight into the ground, its chest caving in instantly.
Blood sprayed from its mouth.
It didn't get back up.
Hagrid turned immediately, ready to help Lynn and Ollie—
Only to freeze.
His eyes widened.
Lynn didn't retreat.
Didn't create distance like a typical wizard.
Instead—
He stepped forward.
At the tip of his wand, flames twisted and condensed—
Taking shape.
A blade.
A one-handed sword of fire, nearly four feet long, blazing with destructive heat.
The air around it warped and shimmered.
Lynn gripped it effortlessly.
Controlled.
Precise.
Dangerous.
The werewolves pounced—
And Lynn moved.
A flick of his wrist—
The flame blade carved a brilliant arc through the air.
Sizzle—!
One werewolf was cut cleanly across the side before it could even touch him.
Fire consumed it instantly.
It barely managed half a scream before collapsing into burning ash.
Another attacked from behind.
Lynn spun smoothly—
The blade flashed upward.
A clean strike across the throat.
Flames followed.
Ash remained.
Two exchanges.
Two deaths.
The last two attackers faltered.
They dropped low, snarling, circling cautiously.
Their instincts screamed at them—
Fire.
Danger.
Death.
And for once—
They listened.
Meanwhile—
Ollie calmly raised his phone.
Click. Click. Click.
He adjusted angles.
Captured the moment.
Lynn framed in firelight.
Hagrid frozen in shock.
The flash flickered sharply under the moon.
With immediate threats gone, Lynn lowered the flaming blade slightly, its heat forcing the remaining werewolves back another step.
His gaze sharpened.
"Weren't you howling pretty loudly just now?" he called coldly, pulling out a second wand. "Go on. Keep howling."
"Awoo—!"
From behind—
The werewolf Hagrid had crushed earlier staggered to its feet.
Chest caved in. Blood pouring.
Still alive.
It answered the provocation—
And lunged.
"You still dare ambush me?"
Lynn didn't even turn.
"Reducto."
Mid-leap—
The werewolf disintegrated.
Ash scattered in the air.
"I told you to howl," Lynn muttered, almost annoyed. "Didn't mean you should actually do it."
He exhaled quietly.
Truthfully—
He was holding back.
If Hagrid weren't here, a few Killing Curses would have ended this instantly.
No need for Fiendfyre constructs.
No need for extra effort.
Now—
Only two remained.
They had seen everything.
Their pack reduced to ash in moments.
Their red eyes now filled with pure terror.
They tried to flee—
But Lynn's invisible restraint seized them again.
Their bodies slowed.
Heavy.
Unresponsive.
Ahead: a wizard like death itself.
Behind: a giant.
No escape.
No victory.
Lynn didn't waste another second.
He flicked his wand.
Two blazing orbs of Fiendfyre shot forward—
They struck.
"Awooo—!!!"
The flames devoured them.
In seconds, their howls faded.
Their bodies collapsed—
Into nothing.
Ash.
Silence returned to the clearing.
Sudden.
Complete.
[Ding! Mission complete! Rewards issued.]
Hagrid remained frozen mid-step, still ready to charge in.
Slowly—
He looked at Lynn.
Then at Ollie, casually lowering his phone.
Then at the empty clearing—
Where only drifting ash remained.
Finally—
His gaze lifted to the one still pinned to the tree.
"…Where are the werewolves?!" he blurted.
"Where did the entire pack go?!"
Lynn and Ollie exchanged a glance—
Then looked back at him.
"…Where are the werewolves?"