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Even their bodies grew more muscular, their enhanced physical forms allowed them to endure the falling debris. The pain only deepened the rage in their eyes.
Though they were still of mortal flesh and could be cut by sharp stones, their healing ability was astonishing, wounds started to close and regenerate the moment they formed.
Of course—
Their recovery wasn't quite as fast as Deadpool's or Wolverine's, but those two didn't exist, at least not in this universe.
Werewolves, on the other hand, were very real and fairly numerous in this world. The virus that infected them, in some ways, wasn't without potential value.
"This kind of regeneration..."
Ian felt he had just discovered a medical miracle.
If werewolves could be bred in captivity and the infectious nature of their condition neutralized, wouldn't that mean an endless supply of kidneys and blood?
Indeed!
What old werewolf Lucas said earlier was right! All excellent businessmen think about sustainable development, drugs that don't cure diseases but control them are the best kind of drugs!
"I've achieved another breakthrough in my thinking."
Amid the chaos—
Ian somehow still found time to have an epiphany.
Of course, werewolves were also charging in his direction, and some werewolf wizards had even fired magic at him, but he evaded them all with his masterful, snake-like footwork.
This was a young wizard who had seen his fair share of crises, handling a situation like this was effortless for him. He didn't even draw his wand, which at this point was more of a decorative prop.
That said—
It wasn't like he couldn't use magic at all.
"Impedimenta!"
For the werewolves he absolutely couldn't dodge, he used magic to create obstacles, blocking those who tried to grab or infect him.
"Don't kill anyone!"
Old werewolf Lucas shouted, but very few werewolves were actually listening.
He had clearly lost control of the situation.
Even though the Awakening Potion allowed transformed werewolves to retain their rationality, the truth was that most of them harbored deep-seated rage and discontent that reason couldn't suppress.
It might be considered a kind of "class resentment" within the wizarding world; many werewolves, seeing a young wizard who looked like he came from a privileged background, had the darkest parts of their hearts stirred up.
Their eyes gleamed with jealousy and hatred in the sunlight, as though something in Ian touched a raw nerve deep inside them.
"They're bullying me just because my Magic Power is weak!" Ian helplessly realized he couldn't manage to cast even a Kedavra Curse, no matter how many times he tried. Perhaps it had a lot to do with how pitifully little Magic Power he had been given.
Hmm.
Or maybe there was a "delay" from remotely controlling this transfigured body? Either way, when Ian tried to cast Fiendfyre, only a weak wisp of flame flickered out of his wand tip.
"This guy's a weakling!"
Seeing this, the werewolves howled even more fiercely, launching into frenzied attacks. Their sharp claws glinted coldly in the moonlight as they lunged toward Ian.
"Guess I'll have to use the most basic form of Magic Power manipulation."
Surrounded on all sides, Ian conjured a glowing turtle-shell-like shield that gave off a soft white light, an idea inspired by a mage character from a game called Legend.
Original magic!
Simple, practical, and low on Magic Power usage.
The only drawback was that its strength depended entirely on the strength of the user's Magic Power.
The werewolves slammed into the fragile-looking magical shield with full force. Each impact caused it to tremble violently, shaky and unstable, it looked like it could shatter at any moment.
"Damn it! Have you all lost your minds?!"
Elsewhere—
Lupin wanted to rescue Ians, but he was also overwhelmed. He too was facing a group of out-of-control werewolves, and even though old werewolf Lucas had stopped attacking, Lupin was still struggling to cope.
"Stupefy!"
Facing a suddenly attacking, transformed werewolf, Lupin immediately cast a spell. However, the werewolf hit by the magic only clutched its head and shook it vigorously.
Then—
It swiftly regained its agility.
"Roar!"
The werewolf opened its arms and howled toward the sky. Saliva dripped continuously from its exposed fangs, and it pounced again as if it hadn't been hit by any magic at all.
"What incredible magic resistance!"
Ian, caught in the crossfire, sighed in genuine admiration. His magical shield looked like it was about to be torn apart at any moment, yet his expression showed no hint of fear or anxiety.
Lupin suspected it was because Ian's real body wasn't actually present here.
And his hunch wasn't wrong.
"No matter where your real body is, run! Don't underestimate a werewolf's sense!" Lupin was certain that this unique sense among werewolves could counteract even a Disillusionment Charm to some extent.
"If you get out, be sure to have Dumbledore come back and rescue me!"
Worthy of being a top Gryffindor graduate, Lupin could still cast spells while shouting reminders to Ian. With a gentle tap of his wand on the broken-down house nearby,
The next moment—
The vines clinging to the walls seemed to come alive, turning into long, whipping tendrils that lashed fiercely at the attacking werewolves.
One werewolf after another was flung back by the strikes, and some were even tripped up directly by the vines.
The scene was total chaos.
Luckily, few werewolves among the group were skilled in magic; otherwise, Lupin would have had a much harder time. As it was, he could still just barely fend off the stray magical attacks flying his way.
"Impedimenta!"
"Diffindo!"
"Stupefy!"
Lupin fought steadfastly as a wizard, raising his wand the entire time, and even in such danger, he refused to use lethal force against the attacking werewolves.
"Senior, you're basically Hogwarts' Saint Mary!" Ian moved in close beside Lupin, raising his wand to help take some of the pressure off him. "They're not going to thank you for that, though."
Ian wasn't wrong.
Even though Lupin was using his magic with as much restraint as possible, to the werewolves, his actions only seemed to grow more offensive. Their eyes grew more furious and hateful as they looked at him.
"You're fighting for people who aren't part of our kind! You… you're a traitor!" Even old werewolf Lucas was roaring now, lifting his wand again to cast another spell.
Sensing the powerful magical energy radiating from his opponent, Lupin's eyelids twitched uncontrollably. He had no choice but to grab the still-chattering Ian beside him in a desperate move.
"We have to escape!" Lupin immediately cast Apparition—
The next moment, he and the Ian he had grabbed vanished from the chaos, reappearing in a quiet, empty room.
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(To Be Continued…)