Beating the Werewolf, Driving Off the Dementors

More than an hour later, a full moon appeared and disappeared behind the clouds.

Sirius Black, Peter Pettigrew, Lupin slowly emerged from the tree hollow, followed by Snape and Aaron, and finally Hermione, Harry, Ron.

"Abei." Aaron looked at the somewhat bewildered and confused Young Dragon in his arms and explained, "This is the power of time. I came from three hours later."

Abei was stunned for a moment, his big eyes scanning back and forth between his two owners several times before he finally accepted the fact.

"Aaron, will it be okay to tell it?" Harry asked with some concern.

"It's a problem if we don't tell it." Aaron rolled his eyes.

"That's right," Hermione said. "Abei has already seen us under the Whomping Willow. If we don't explain things clearly, a dragon will cause a huge commotion and everything will be over."

Upon hearing this, Harry was speechless.

"Wait until the situation stabilizes before you start treating people," Aaron said to Abei. "Professor Snape, treat him well, he'll recover after a good night's sleep."

As for Ron Weasley, being able to walk is good enough; you can decide for yourself.

Harry's eye twitched slightly. "Isn't this a bit inappropriate?"

Awoo!

Moonlight shone on everyone's faces, and Professor Lupin transformed into Werewolf.

Snape drew his Wand, and just as he was about to strike, three Disarming Charm sent him flying.

"That's quite fitting; he didn't hold back when he went after Professor Snape."

"As a Slytherin, I'm already being lenient by guaranteeing his leg isn't seriously injured." Aaron said, putting Abei down and letting it act as it saw fit.

Just then, the Werewolf had defeated the big black dog and was about to swat it when the overweight Harry Potter hit the Werewolf on the head with a rock, successfully attracting its attention.

"Harry." Aaron shook his head, both amused and exasperated. "I know you're worried about Sirius Black, but you should also be a little more careful about your own safety!"

"I didn't think that much at the time," Harry said, still shaken but determined. "I only knew that I couldn't just stand by and watch Sirius Black die."

He is my godfather, and also my true family in this world.

"Okay! Luckily, you weren't too far away from me at the time. If it had really been a critical moment, I..."

"Awooo!!!"

Before Aaron could finish speaking, Hermione took a deep breath and began to howl like a wolf.

The Werewolf had just reached Harry when he heard the cry of his 'kin.' He decisively abandoned his prey and ran towards the direction from which the sound came.

"What are you doing, Hermione?" Harry asked in surprise.

"I'm saving your life."

"Actually, you didn't need to do that." Aaron slapped his forehead speechlessly. "I was just about to make my move."

"I don't know," Hermione said matter-of-factly.

"He's charging at us." Harry gasped as he watched the menacing Werewolf get closer and closer.

"I didn't expect that, running..."

"No need." Aaron waved his hand calmly. "They're just Werewolf, it's not like we can't beat them."

"This is no time for jokes," Hermione said incoherently, grabbing Aaron's hand and trying to run deeper into the Forbidden Forest, but she couldn't budge him no matter how hard she tried.

Aaron shrugged and calmly pulled his right hand away from hers. "If you don't believe me, you can leave first."

Hermione and Harry exchanged a glance and stayed behind despite the immense psychological pressure.

"Roar!"

"The Fire Dragon's Iron Fist".

The Werewolf opened its mouth wide and lunged to bite, but Aaron leaped high into the air and slammed his flaming right fist into the werewolf's chin.

The red flames drew an arc as the Werewolf flew sideways for over ten meters before crashing into a tree, its sharp teeth spraying blood into the soil.

A moment later, the Werewolf got up and roared madly at Aaron.

"Wow! Looks like I didn't hit him hard enough."

Aaron cracked his knuckles, and crimson flames surged from his hands.

He charged forward and unleashed a barrage of attacks on the Werewolf.

The Werewolf had virtually no ability to fight back and was pinned to a tree and brutally beaten.

The head, body, limbs, and every part of the front came into close contact with the flames.

"Waaah, waaah..."

The Werewolf lay on the ground, whimpering pitifully, looking even more miserable than a starving wild dog.

"Roll."

Upon hearing this word, a glint flashed in the Werewolf's eyes. Dragging his half-ripe body, he staggered to his feet and walked dejectedly into the depths of the Forbidden Forest.

Harry and Hermione stared at the scene in utter disbelief, completely dumbfounded.

They had wondered what powerful magic Aaron would use to subdue the Werewolf, but they never expected him to simply use his fists. Even more unexpectedly, he actually won with his fists.

"Um... don't tell Professor Lupin," Aaron said somewhat embarrassedly. "He's a very responsible and good teacher, and it wouldn't sound good for him to be beaten up by a student like me."

The two looked at each other, then nodded blankly.

"Just now..." Hermione opened her mouth, "That definitely wasn't an ordinary punch, right?"

"Otherwise what?" Aaron rolled his eyes. "That's Werewolf! If we only rely on our fists and don't use any magic, it'll probably take another half a minute to subdue him."

Hermione:...

"What kind of magic is that? I've never seen it in any books."

"That's right, you haven't seen it." Aaron waved his hand and said seriously, "This is magic that erases things from history. I also paid a great price to learn it."

He spent countless Magic Points, sacrificed a ferocious Magic Dragon, and endured the agony of being burned alive before he barely managed to become Dragon Slayer Mage.

This experience is enough to fill a book; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call it a legend for most people.

"Poor Lupin, that was a tough night," Harry remarked.

Suddenly, the three of them felt a chill and looked up to see swarms of Dementor flying over, blocking out the moonlight.

"Black." Harry's expression changed drastically as he thought of his teachings. "Let's go."

He ran at top speed and brought the two of them to the lakeside.

On the other side of the lake was Sirius Black, who was in a coma, and Harry Potter was using the Patronus Charm to fend off Dementor.

However, the white, misty energy could only block the attacks of one or two Dementor. As more and more shadows appeared, the silver light grew dimmer and dimmed, eventually extinguishing.

A Dementor flew over Harry's head with a whooshing sound, followed by Harry's piercing scream.

"That's terrifying, isn't it?" Aaron clicked his tongue. "Harry, I have to admit that your generation was certainly not lacking in talent."

Sirius Black managed to remain conscious for ten years in Azkaban; his willpower was truly remarkable.

"Because he is innocent," Harry said.

"I don't deny it, but even the most innocent person couldn't withstand this situation, let alone the most virtuous one!"

"Don't worry, someone will come. He will use the Patronus Charm to save you," Hermione said bravely.

"Hurry up!" Harry muttered to himself, looking towards the spot where the figure from his memory had appeared.

The Harry Potter of the past let out another scream and looked on the verge of collapse.

But Sirius Black Black even worse; the Dementor attacked him with far greater force than Harry.

A fragile blue-white dot of light floated out of his mouth and slowly rose.

"Is that Soul Stone?" Aaron asked in surprise. It was the first time he had ever seen this type of Soul Stone, which looked incredibly fragile.

Why aren't they here yet?

Hermione said anxiously, at this point she had lost all confidence.

If that Warlock doesn't show up soon, Black's Soul Stone will be devoured by the Dementor, and even Harry is in Elphias Doge.

Aaron was also conflicted about whether or not to intervene. It concerned the reward of 800 Magic Points, and he really couldn't bear to watch Sirius Black die.

"OMG Fuck!"

In the moment when Harry fell into a coma, Aaron finally made his decision and leaped out of the woods.

"Expecto Patronum!"

A silver raven flew from the tip of the Wand, emitting a loud cry, and swiftly flew towards the unconscious Harry Potter and Sirius Black. Layers of dazzling silver light then spread in all directions, covering an area of hundreds of meters, visible even to those near the Whomping Willow.

Faced with this powerful and restraining magic, the Dementor were caught off guard and scattered in panic.

As the Dementor vanished, that fragile glimmer of light returned to Sirius Black's mouth.

Having completed its mission, the silver raven flew back and perched obediently on Aaron's shoulder.

Aaron stroked the raven's feathers, then turned to look at the two people whose eyes were practically popping out of their sockets. "I knew this Patronus Charm seemed familiar. Turns out it was me who released it."

"You... this..." Hermione opened her mouth as if to say something but hesitated, "How did you do that?"

"I've been using the Patronus Charm since I was born, so isn't it only natural that I would drive away the Dementor?"

You absolutely must keep this a secret; I don't want everyone to know."

"But this isn't just one or two Dementor!" Harry swallowed hard in disbelief. "You chased away hundreds of Dementor, and the Patronus Charm's range is way too wide!"

"Dumbledore also used Patronus Charm with similar effects at the Quidditch Pitch," Hermione said with a complicated expression. "But he was the Headmaster, the undisputed strongest White Magic, while you..."

Hermione wanted to say that this was not something a third-year Warlock could do, but looking at the silver raven on Aaron's shoulder, she couldn't say anything.

Aaron then realized that he had gone too far this time. With a thought, the raven on his shoulder turned into specks of light and disappeared. He himself staggered and almost fell to the ground.

"Are you alright?" Hermione and Harry immediately helped him up.

"My magic power is severely depleted; I'll probably need to rest for a night," Aaron said weakly.

"Really?" A hint of doubt flashed in Hermione's eyes. Why did this seem like an act?

"Of course it's true." Aaron raised his right hand, looking exhausted. "Take a look if you don't believe me."

Hermione paused for a moment, then realized that Aaron wasn't wearing the Demon Sealing Ring, which meant he had gone all out this time, and that explanation made sense.