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Chapter 346: Scream
The Giant Werewolf let out a terrifying roar, leaping from above to pounce on the woman who had fallen onto the street.
She screamed in panic, her legs giving way beneath her, unable to move. The Werewolf’s sharp claws raked toward her face, aiming for her perfect features.
At the last possible moment, a massive figure charged forward, crashing into the beast and sending it flying across the road with a single punch.
The woman stared, dazed, at the silhouette shielding her. Her eyes were wide, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Her lips trembled, unable to form words.
“Run! Rosmerta, run!” Hagrid roared.
Rosmerta snapped out of her shock like someone waking from a nightmare. She scrambled to her feet, yanking up her skirt as she bolted.
“Here! Come here!”
From the nearby Honeydukes shop, owner Ambrosh Frum stood half in the doorway, waving urgently. He reached out, grabbed Rosmerta’s arm, and yanked her inside before slamming the door shut.
Still trembling, Rosmerta collapsed onto the floor, gasping for air. A pair of cold hands helped her up—Frum’s wife.
The woman trembled, but she pressed a piece of chocolate into Rosmerta’s hand and whispered, “It’s okay now. You’re safe…”
Two foreign Wizards who had been visiting Hogsmeade were also nearby when the attack happened. They’d ducked into the shop just in time.
Now, they stared in horror. “How could there be a Werewolf here? Is there really a Werewolf in Hogsmeade Village?”
Yes. How could there be?
That was exactly what Rosmerta and Frum were asking themselves. They didn’t have time to explain. They pressed close to the window, watching the street outside.
The Werewolf, thrown across the cobblestones, had already risen. His eyes were bloodshot, his fangs dripping with thin strands of saliva. Fresh blood stained his front paws.
Low growls rumbled from his throat. Slowly, he circled, his gaze locked onto the man standing in the middle of the street. His claws scraped deep, jagged lines into the stone pavement.
Hagrid clenched his fists. Blood dripped from fresh wounds on his right arm, but he didn’t notice. He took a deep breath, exhaled, and when the Werewolf lunged for his throat, Hagrid let out a beast-like roar. He seized the creature by the neck and slammed it hard onto the ground.
The Werewolf wasn’t done. Even as his throat was choked, he thrashed wildly. In seconds, he had torn more than a dozen deep gashes into Hagrid’s massive frame.
Hagrid howled in pain, instinctively lifting the beast and hurling him down again. The Werewolf whimpered like a wounded puppy, his tail going limp.
But then, remembering who this man was—Hagrid—the grip loosened just slightly.
The moment was enough. The Werewolf twisted free, rolling away, and leapt onto the roof of a nearby building in a single bound.
Hagrid froze. Then his face twisted in alarm. “Stop! You stop right there!” he shouted, charging after him.
But the Werewolf was terrified. It couldn’t stop.
It vaulted over the Feather Quill shop, landed on the narrow path, and fled down the street.
Two red-haired boys, sneaking out from behind a wall, peeked around cautiously. After confirming no one was watching, they stepped fully into view.
“Strange,” Fred said. “Why is there no one on the street?”
“Maybe they’re all asleep?” George guessed. “Come on, the Three Broomsticks is still open. I can’t wait to grab a drink.”
“Plus, we can grab some Hiccup Candy and Dung Eggs,” Fred added. “Too bad we’ve got class tomorrow. Otherwise, we could stay out all night…”
“Hey, what if we made a candy that could escape class? Like Hiccup Candy, but worse—so bad that a professor has to send us to the Infirmary?”
“Brilliant idea! Could be a real business!” Fred grinned.
In truth, since the Streaming Mirror became a hit, the Weasley Twins weren’t short on money. But old habits died hard. They still loved saving—watching their money jar fill up was almost as thrilling as pulling off a prank.
Then—
“AAAAAAHHHHH—!”
A blood-curdling scream tore through the air, so close it made their skin crawl.
The twins froze. Instantly, they flung themselves against the wall and drew their wands.
“Something’s happened, Fred.”
“Strange… that’s why the village was empty. We’ve stumbled into a real spectacle.”
Fred licked his lips. Fear mixed with excitement. They crept forward, shadows clinging to their sides as they moved toward the source of the scream.
A woman in a floral-print dress dashed past, kicking off her high heels, sprinting barefoot.
“Madam Paddif?” George recognized her. She ran a popular tea house in the village—favored by lovers.
Then another figure tumbled into view, rolling like a ball. He slammed into a bench along the roadside and, even then, kept his wand raised, shouting, “Come on, you beast!”
“Professor Kettleburn!” George gasped. It was a familiar face.
At the end of the street, the Werewolf burst through the glass window of Madam Paddif’s tea shop, shook its head, and charged straight at the elderly professor.
Without hesitation, Fred and George leapt from cover. One scooped up the one-legged professor, the other fired a barrage of Shield Charms at the Werewolf.
After countless practices in the Umbrella Room, their Shield Charms were strong—yet the beast was only slowed for less than two seconds before charging forward again.
“Bind Fast!”
Ropes appeared from nowhere, wrapping around the creature—only to be torn apart instantly.
“Jelly-Legs Jinx!”
The Werewolf staggered, but recovered and lunged forward.
“Get behind me, children! Let me handle this beast!” Professor Kettleburn shouted, waving his one remaining arm.
George ignored him, carrying the professor at full speed. Fred remembered something Harry had once told him. He pointed his wand at the ground and shouted, “Slippery Surface!”
The street instantly turned slick. The Werewolf, charging straight ahead, skidded violently, sliding several meters.
Seeing the chance, Professor Kettleburn cast the same spell, giving the beast an extra shove. The creature flew forward, sliding even farther.
Hagrid arrived just in time. He grabbed the Werewolf by the tail. The creature let out a strange, unnatural cry, its body going limp.
A steel grip clamped down on its neck.
(End of Chapter)
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