Chapter 116: Battle at St. Mungo's
Chapter 116: Battle at St. Mungo's
The last Dark Arts Defense class of the first year was about werewolves, a creature Kyle was naturally familiar with.
They resembled wolves but could walk upright, with slightly shorter muzzles and gray fur. Their hands had sharp, curved claws, and their eyes were filled with cruelty and bloodlust.
The creature in front of him was undoubtedly a werewolf.
But weren't these creatures only supposed to transform during the full moon?
What was this one then...a daylight werewolf?
Kyle didn't have time to think as he quickly raised his arm, and his wand slid into his hand.
All descriptions of werewolves shared one common trait: their brains were devoid of reason, and they instinctively attacked any living creature in sight.
This werewolf was no exception.
It stared at Kyle with cruelty and bloodlust in its eyes.
There was nothing Kyle could do; he was the closest target.
The werewolf opened its mouth, revealing sharp teeth at least two inches long. Thick saliva dripped from its teeth, slowly sliding down to the brownish-red floor.
"Clatter..."
"Roar!"
As the werewolf pounced, Kyle quickly chanted a spell.
"Defenseless!"
"Thud..."
The werewolf's movements paused, and its body uncontrollably fell to the side.
Thank goodness for Olren. In his last class, he had thoroughly explained werewolves, sharing valuable insights not found in textbooks.
According to him, werewolves often chose to attack their prey with leaping assaults, particularly pouncing.
And using the soft floor to disrupt their footing was the perfect countermeasure.
Although the werewolf quickly stood up again, it was enough for Kyle.
He didn't dare return to Hagrid's room; there wasn't enough time, and turning to open the door would expose his back to the werewolf.
Without hesitation, Kyle quickly retreated two steps, creating distance from the werewolf, while raising his wand.
The floor in front of him began to rise, forming rows of stone spikes just a few inches tall.
These spikes were not only sharp but also sturdy, causing discomfort even to the thick-skinned werewolf as it stepped on them.
It tried to move past by climbing the wall...
"Smack!"
At that moment, a hospital room door was flung open, and Hagrid's massive figure appeared in the corridor.
He had rushed out as soon as he heard the commotion outside.
Upon seeing the werewolf, Hagrid also paused in surprise, but he quickly spotted Kyle nearby.
Hagrid's face turned red with anger.
"You monster, how dare you attack a young wizard!"
He ripped off the door and threw it like a discus.
"Bang...Ow!"
Hagrid's aim was impressive; the door slammed into the werewolf, causing it to yelp in pain.
Even Kyle flinched, hearing the sound of bones breaking.
Although the werewolf lacked consciousness, its primal instincts remained. It glanced at Hagrid fearfully before turning and running away.
As Kyle watched the werewolf's escape route, his pupils constricted, and he shouted, "Hagrid, that's the staircase! Don't let it get past!"
"I know."
Hagrid hurried after it.
But he was too slow; the tight hospital robes restricted his movements like bandages, preventing him from running, let alone catching up with a werewolf.
Even Kyle easily overtook him.
"Kyle, come back!"
Hagrid could only run while tearing at his clothes.
"Damn it, are the St. Mungo folks not here yet?!"
On the other side, Kyle, who had chased after the werewolf, was equally anxious. After all, it was a werewolf, and if it bit him... he could basically say goodbye to Hogwarts.
The situation was different from Lupin's; with so many people at St. Mungo, there was no way to hide a bite.
But he couldn't just stand by and watch the werewolf rush to the first floor to attack those unprepared people.
"At least Hagrid is here."
Kyle felt more at ease hearing the heavy footsteps behind him.
When the werewolf reached the corridor and stairwell, slowing down, he immediately extended his wand.
"Obstructing Barriers!"
"Swift Retreat!"
The two spells hit the werewolf one after the other. It paused for a moment, then slammed into the wall behind it.
Kyle looked back.
Professor Kettleburn was lying on his side in the corridor, holding his wand with his remaining arm.
The retreat spell that had just been released was from him.
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"What...what are you doing...?"
At that moment, a young voice suddenly rang out.
Kyle turned sharply, and suddenly, at the corner of the stairs, there appeared a chubby, round-faced boy.
He was holding a lunch box, and his face was filled with terror as he looked at them, obviously scared out of his wits.
Not only Kyle, but the werewolf also noticed the sudden appearance of this extra person.
A sinister light flashed in its dim eyes, and it struggled to pounce on the boy.
"Defenseless!"
The werewolf, which had just stood up, wobbled and fell down again.
Kyle waved his wand, transforming one of the iron racks in the corridor into a sharp spear, and with all his might, he threw it at the werewolf.
The spear only slightly pierced the werewolf's skin, and it couldn't penetrate any further.
However, Kyle hadn't expected to succeed in one go, so he immediately used another spell.
"Swift Retreat!"
Just like a hammer driving a nail, the spear, with the retreat spell, pierced through the werewolf's chest, pinning it to the ground.
"Kyle, you better move...uh!"
Hagrid finally arrived, and seeing the werewolf in front of him, he silently lowered his raised arm.
It seemed...he wasn't needed anymore.
"Can you go and find the hospital staff?" Kyle turned to the little boy and said, "Tell them there's an out-of-control werewolf on the second floor."
The boy seemed to be scared by the scene before him, and Kyle had to call out twice before he reacted.
"Okay...okay..."
He looked at Kyle fearfully, then ran downstairs as fast as he could.
"I think he might have been scared," Hagrid said.
Not just a child, even he had been scared just now.
"There was no other way," Kyle shrugged. "And being scared is better than turning into a werewolf."
At this moment, Professor Kettleburn had also put on his prosthetic and was limping over.
"Sorry, I was careless."
"I should have cast another spell at that moment." Kyle shook his head. "It's not your fault, Professor."
The werewolf had already lost most of its ability to resist, mainly because it had seen the boy and suddenly went crazy again.
And the boy was standing at the corner of the stairs, where Professor Kettleburn couldn't see him at all.
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(End of Chapter)
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