Chapter 1587 The Taste of Blood

Light spots flickered, flashing from the end of Ivan's wand.

At the speed visible to the naked eye, the light spots are getting brighter and brighter, and the bright light is getting brighter and brighter.

Soon, the spot of light became a little dazzling, and with Ivan's movements, a ray of light streaked across the air.

From bottom to top, the wand slashed diagonally across the approaching werewolf.

The silver-white trajectory lingers in the air for a long time, exuding powerful magic power.

It didn't move forward, and it didn't dissipate, it just stayed in mid-air, where Ivan's wand passed.

It's not a stun spell, it's not the powerful Avada Kedavra, it's not...

Ivan just casually flashed a ray of light in the air, so light and powerless, he seemed to be waiting for Fenrir Greyback to hit him.

what happened? What kind of magic is this?

There was no time to think, and in a flash of lightning, everyone saw Greyback rushing in front of Ivan and Hermione, and his body actively hit the silver-white light in the air. Greyback's speed is too fast, even if he sees Ivan's magic, it is impossible to escape.

Everything seemed to be planned by Aiwen. Greyback collided with his magic at an alarming speed. Everyone held their breath and looked forward to the following picture, but nothing happened. Greyback didn't even pause, even sprinting Neither slowed down.

Aiwen's magic didn't have any effect on him. He howled and roared loudly, crossing the white light and rushing towards Aiwen at an extremely fast speed, with a ferocious and terrifying expression full of hatred, he waved his hands indiscriminately, yellow and yellow The long nails make people feel palpitations, and the sharp teeth like wolves.

The werewolf poked its head forward, biting with all its strength in its big mouth.

Those sharp fangs were about to bite Ivan's neck!

God, what's going on here? !

Alvin's magic failed? !

How could it be possible, but all the students of Gryffindor College saw this shocking scene.

They exclaimed, unable to believe that Ivan didn't stop Greyback, and many timid students didn't even dare to look at it.

Even Ivan himself couldn't seem to believe this. He kept his original posture and looked at the werewolf who was about to bite him. It was too late to do anything now.

At this distance, unless he Apparates at an extremely fast speed, there is no possibility for Aiwen to escape. As long as Greyback bites, he is afraid...

Seeing Greyback's appearance, he planned to kill Ivan alive.

At the last moment, Ivan just turned his body to the left. He blocked Hermione's sight so that she could not see Greyback in front. This seemed to be the only thing he could do before he died, no Let Hermione see that horrific image, and keep her from the horrific moment that will follow.

Even if it is death, Ivan will protect Hermione.

Greyback didn't intend to let Hermione go. He made up his mind that if Ivan was killed in a while, then Hermione, who was infected into a werewolf, would be locked up with Ivan's corpse. He wants to continue the interesting experiment, which is much more interesting than dissecting those corpses in the crypt.

The werewolf thought so, he was about to taste the taste of revenge.

Three years ago, if Sirius hadn't suddenly appeared, he would have torn these two guys apart.

He's kept them both alive for three years, and it's time to end this farce.

Greyback had seen the veins in Ivan's neck, and he could even smell the delicious blood.

Yes, the smell of blood.

So clear, so seductive, getting stronger!

Delicious, delicious, the werewolf has finished indulging in blood, he opened his bloody mouth...

In the next second, his body suddenly stopped in the air.

There was a painful expression on the face like a ghost, Greyback looked at Ivan who was close at hand full of hatred, and then turned his head unwillingly, as if he was looking for something. Yes, what is he looking for, looking for what he lost!

Soon, he discovered what he had lost.

Fenrir Greyback was horrified to see his body split in two. With the inertia of rushing forward, my upper body rushed towards Ivan and Hermione, but my lower spirit stayed at the place where Ivan crossed the white light, and never took a step forward.

Blood!

So delicious and so tempting!

But it was indeed his own blood!

They're gushing out of the crack, and that's what he smelled just now.

"It's such a waste of blood!"

These were the last thoughts of Fenrir Greyback, Lord of the Werewolves...

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On the Astronomy Tower, Harry still couldn't move.

With horror, he stared unblinkingly at the three Death Eaters who had barged in.

A stout man with a crooked mouth and a strange grin on his face let out a wheezing and wheezing laugh.

"Look, Dumbledore is cornered!"

Then he turned to the stocky little woman who looked like his sister, also with a eager smile on her face, "Dumbledore has no wand, and Dumbledore is alone! Well done, Draco, Well done!"

"Good evening, Amycus!" Dumbledore's tone was very calm, as if welcoming the man to a tea party, "You also brought Alex, it's so cute..."

"It's still the same, my dear professor!" The woman smirked angrily. "You are dying, and you think these little jokes can save your life?"

"Joke? No, no, it's polite," Dumbledore replied.

"You're slow!" Malfoy muttered disapprovingly.

"There are more guards below than we thought, and our plan of action seems to have been leaked, but those Fenrir and his wolf cubs bought us time." The last Death Eater said, his face was full of flesh, and his face was full of blood. The deputy said, "Now, do it, Draco!"

"I..." Malfoy swallowed, and seemed to lose his fighting spirit even more.

He looked terrified, staring blankly into Dumbledore's face.

Dumbledore's face became paler and his stature was much shorter than usual, because his body leaning against the wall kept slipping down.

Even, he couldn't even lift the double snake stick in his hand, and put it slanted aside.

"Don't be nervous, Draco, let me tell you, his time in this world is numbered anyway!" said the crooked-mouthed man, with his sister helping him out with a wheezing smile, "Look at him , What's going on with you, old man Deng?"

"Ah, weak and slow, Amycus," said Dumbledore. "Anyway, old age is useless! One day you will end up in the same position, if you are lucky... "

"What's the meaning of that? What's the meaning of that?" cried the Death Eater, suddenly fierce. "You're still the same, aren't you, old man Deng? Talking nonsense and doing nothing, I don't know." Understand why the Dark Lord insists on killing you! Now it seems that there is no point at all. Well, Draco, let's do it! We don't have much time, and those troublesome guys below are coming up!"