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HP - Chapter 258: Don't get too close
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“Dialogue”
‘Thoughts’
-Author notes-
Chapter 258: Don't get too close
"Let’s just be done with this! Fight me, Potter! I have nothing else to tell you!" Fenrir howled as his body transformed again. This time, he seemed to become even bigger and fiercer than before.
"You will tell me what I want to know…one way or another." Harry pointed his wand at the giant beast.
“Fulmen.”
Fenrir twisted his torso, bending his head away from the lightning as it passed by.
The high temperature generated by the spell was still enough to burn his fur and skin due to the proximity. But this one did not seem troubled by the pain.
Fenrir’s eyes turned blood red, his claws and fangs grew in size, and his fur started to lose its color, becoming paler.
The werewolf Master was now in his most powerful form. In this berserk state, he was twice as strong and fast as usual, with the large downside of losing his sanity and becoming unable to tell between foes and allies.
Fenrir charged at Harry with such speed that he almost seemed to disappear as he moved.
He then performed a diagonal slash, aimed at Harry’s chest.
The sharp claws ended up clashing against a yellowish shield and cut it apart. But as he did, more layers of the shield were created.
Seeing the faint smile appear on Harry’s face behind the shields made Fenrir react. He used now both claws to attempt to break Harry’s protection.
“Grrraaaaarrr!” Fenrir used his full strength with both arms and smashed the shield into particles of magic that soon disappeared into nothingness.
Harry was prepared for this. He lifted his wand and vanished from the spot. Only to reappear a good distance away.
“So that’s it? You are fast and strong but you fight like a savage beast.” Said Harry with a mild grin.
“How can he be so calm while facing a monster like that?!” Neville asked.
“He has seen worse things…” Daphne recalled the monster they had to escape from during their second year. This werewolf was not that scary compared to that. Not that she would like to be the one fighting against him.
“That’s right! My brother is the strongest wizard!” Lyra cheered.
“Master Harry Potter is the greatest!” Dobby cheered.
“Eh?...okay…” Neville didn’t know what to say to that.
“Grrr!” The werewolf chased after Harry, moving as fast as his legs allowed him.
The group watching thought that he was going to use the short period of time he had before Fenrir reached him to transfigure the ground or create some stronger protection.
But much to their surprise, Harry did none of that…in fact, he did nothing and instead remained still, as if he was just waiting for the beast-man to arrive.
“Harry? What are you doing?” Daphne could not begin to guess what was going on inside his mind right now.
Harry extended his right hand and his wand disappeared from view, retreating back into its holster. But it was quickly replaced by a small metallic stick that grew in size until it became a long staff made of goblin steel.
He held the artifact by its head, leaving the sharp tip pointing forward.
When Fenrir arrived at his side, ready to turn him into bloody shreds, Harry tapped the werewolf’s chest with the tip of the staff.
Lily and the students were extremely worried when they saw Harry letting that massive beast with razor-sharp claws and fangs get into such close distance.
Fenrir, who at this moment could not think of anything else but to kill the person in front of him, did the first thing his instinct told him. He slashed once more with his claws.
Only to then find out that he had no claws…or hands.
Harry pushed the tip of the staff with more force and made the werewolf take a step away from him.
The beast-man was in complete confusion while it looked at the stumps where his powerful claws had been just seconds before, not able to comprehend what could have happened to them.
“See? This is why it’s a bad idea to give up your sanity and ability to think in exchange for a bit of power.” Harry told the werewolf, who obviously did not have the capability to understand him.
“Where did his hands go?” Luna asked while she watched with interest.
“What did Harry do?” Lyra turned to her mother for answers.
“I think…that he is using human transfiguration.” Lily recalled some of the things written in that book they found back at the Potter vault.
As long as the caster was able to overpower its opponent, it was possible to transfigure another person against their will.
“Fenrir’s decision to use that transformation probably only made it easier for Harry…” She assumed that it would take less work to overcome the will and magic of a creature with a simple mentality like a savage beast, instead of a fully functional wizard or witch who would understand what was happening and could fight back.
“I think this battle is already over,” Daphne said.
"Over." Her sister nodded in agreement.
Fenrir growled furiously, showing Harry his fangs. His legs bent slightly as he prepared to attack again.
“You still don’t understand, do you? Go on…attack once more.” Harry encouraged him to try again.
Fenrir still moved at lightning speed even in his condition. The next instant, he was right next to Harry.
His eyes were focused on Harry’s neck. His jaws opened widely, and…he took a bite.
Only to find out he had no mouth.
Comments
Alkole
Everytime I hear someone thing about no mouth I remember that one wanda scene
Tapabrata dutta
Lmao... brutality!!!
