Avada That Forks, Huh

Draco was still catching his breath. He turned to look at Harry, his eyes filled with a "you fucking kidding me" expression.

We tried our best to kill this Horned Serpent— we thought that was the condition for the trial, but you only asked us to cut off its horns?

He lowered his head.

Where did my round, red nose go? How did it fall off?

"Overall, it was pretty good, though." Harry praised their performance against the Horned Serpent, "It shows you've learned a lot."

"--You're the one who trained me to be like that," Ginny said irritably.

Harry laughed heartily, then looked at Luna and Neville.

"Next up are you two—against the Werewolf," he said.

"Werewolf, oh, I know, Werewolf." Neville sounded somewhat anxious. "Are the two of us going to deal with a Werewolf? Do we need to kill Werewolf, or is there some other requirement—"

"Oh, Neville," Harry shook his head, saying regretfully, "Unfortunately, you're not facing just one Werewolf. Besides, you need to defeat both of Werewolf, by any means necessary, to completely incapacitate them."

Then, Harry patted Neville on the shoulder and said to him and Luna, "By the way, these two Werewolf are the truly wicked Werewolf, not good guys like Professor Lupin —well, good luck to you both!"

He led Luna and Neville to a gloomy forest bathed in pale moonlight, then said to them, "The trial will begin in five minutes. Do you have anything else to say?"

Neville forced a smile, "You mean we have any last words, right?"

"Oh, how could that be?" Harry said kindly. "Why would I say that? I was just asking if you have anything else to say. If you want to leave now, it's not too late."

"No, Harry." Neville's face was pale, but his chubby cheeks were filled with determination. "I am a Gryffindor —the son of Frank Longbottom and Alice Longbottom, and I will never back down!"

"Well done!" Harry nodded in praise. "That's encouraging—if you happen to get bitten by Werewolf, I'll give you some painless treatment."

After saying that, Harry left the woods, leaving Neville standing there rolling his eyes.

"This woodland looks very strange," Luna's ethereal voice rang out beside Neville.

"Yeah?"

Neville asked casually, looking around. The crooked, withered branches stretched towards the sky like twisted arms, and a thin, chilly mist hung in the air above the ground. The mist didn't cover the entire forest, but was only half a person's height, which did look rather eerie.

He then looked at Luna and saw her large, slightly hazy silver eyes surveying the forest with great interest, as if searching for traces of some Magical Creatures.

"I've heard," Luna said in her ethereal, drifting voice, "That Werewolf have a mournful song stuck in their throats during the full moon, which is why their howls are so mournful."

Neville gave a dry reply, but his mind was filled with thoughts of Werewolf.

He didn't want to pay any attention to the Werewolf howls or the mournful songs.

From the depths of the woods came a chilling, low howl and the crisp sound of snapping branches.

Suddenly, a high-pitched wolf howl rang out behind them.

The next moment, two enormous shadows suddenly burst forth from the mist!

They were about the same size as humans, but possessed the heads and claws of wolves. Their bodies were bulging with muscles, and saliva dripped from their mouths full of fangs, making them look like formidable creatures. Pure madness burned in their yellow eyes, as if they wished they could tear the two young wizards in front of them to pieces right now.

One of them was particularly large and powerful; it roared and charged directly at Neville.

"Shield Charm!"

Through years of practice, the Protego has almost become an instinct for every young wizard who comes from the Dueling Club.

A deep blue, Protego barrier instantly unfolded in front of him, forming a sphere.

The Werewolf's claws struck the barrier, producing a screeching sound, and the barrier shook violently, but ultimately did not break.

"Oh, it looks really unhappy," Luna commented, her Pushing Charm not idle either. "Depulso! Shield Charm!"

The repelling Charms sent the Werewolf in front of Neville flying more than ten meters away, while the barrier that instantly appeared allowed the Werewolf that pounced on her to bite into the iron plate.

"Depulso (Pushing Charm)!"

Neville didn't choose a more powerful Charms, but instead opted for Knockback Jinx to avoid accidentally injuring Luna was standing nearby.

The Werewolf, which had been momentarily stunned while biting the barrier, was immediately sent flying backward with a canine howl of pain before disappearing into the jungle.

"They won't give up easily," Luna said in an ethereal voice. "Be careful, Neville and the others might retaliate again!"

Just as Luna had said, a Werewolf, using the trees as cover, charged toward Neville in a zigzag pattern.

"Impedimenta!" Neville tried to fire Impediment Jinx, but the Werewolf was too fast, and the spell grazed its fur.

As the Werewolf was about to pounce on him, Neville could even smell the foul, hot breath it was exhaling.

But Neville didn't panic. He quickly erected a Shield Charm, followed by a counter-spell.

"Petrificus Totalus (Full Body-Bind!)!"

The spell, imbued with his full resolve and suddenly concentrated magic, struck the Werewolf that pounced upon him with pinpoint accuracy.

The Werewolf, still in its pouncing posture, froze instantly, then crashed heavily to the ground like a gray statue, unconscious.

At this critical moment, another Werewolf suddenly pounced from the shadows, its claws aimed directly at Neville's throat!

"Stupefy (Stunning Spell)!"

An extremely bright and solid red beam of light struck the target.

It was Luna; her wand was still pointing in the direction the Werewolf had appeared.

It collapsed limply to the ground, falling into a deep coma.

Silence returned.

Moonlight pierced through the dissipating fog, illuminating the small battlefield.

Neville stood still, his chest heaving, sweat soaking his bangs, but his hand holding the wand no longer trembled.

He looked at the two Werewolf that had been subdued on the ground, a sense of accomplishment on his face.

"We did it!" he excitedly told Luna.

"Yes," Luna said with a smile.

Just then, Harry appeared beside them.

"Well done, you two," Harry applauded them. "Also, the surveillance cameras have recorded your heroic battle—I'll make a copy and send it to your grandmother, Neville."

"Thank you, thank you, Harry." Neville's face was covered in sweat, but he had a genuine smile on his face.

Suddenly, the Werewolf on the ground, who had been bound by the Petrifying Spell, broke free of its restraints.

It struggled to its feet, but Harry was faster; his wand transformed into a giant hammer and slammed down on its head.

"Stupefy (Stunning Spell)!"

Harry even used a spell to provide sound effects when he was beating up the Werewolf.

"Is this Stunning Spell?" Neville asked uncertainly.

"Physical unconsciousness, isn't that the Stunning Spell?" Harry asked innocently.

What you said makes so much sense, I'm speechless.

Neville opened his mouth, acknowledging what Harry had said.

That makes perfect sense; physics is also about reason.

They followed Harry back to the edge of the field, where they were greeted with enthusiastic applause.

"Well done, Neville!" Seamus shouted first. He never imagined that Neville and Luna together could defeat the two Werewolf so decisively.

Good heavens, those are level 5X dangerous animals! Don't be fooled by the fact that Werewolf aren't as big as Horned Serpent or Troll; their danger is absolutely unquestionable.

"Alright, enough about Neville," Harry chimed in. "We need to hurry, there are still two groups left—who goes next? Hannah and Justin, or you and Pansy?"

"Pansy and I," Seamus said. "The four of us have already discussed it. The two of us will deal with the Troll first, and then it'll be their turn—by the way, how many Troll are we going to fight?"

Seamus was still somewhat apprehensive when he said those words.

"One." Harry's words were concise.

Upon hearing this, Pansy and Seamus exchanged a glance and both breathed a sigh of relief.

"Ha, just one." Seamus puffed out his chest. "I thought I'd have to deal with two or three at once, but it's just one. This is a piece of cake!"

Harry smiled.

Yes, one.

But there are some minor technological enhancements.

This is the kind of behemoth I dealt with most often a hundred years ago, the kind that wore Red Crystal Armor made by those Goblin from Runcorn—

Good luck, bro.

"Alright, you two sit here and rest for a bit, have something to eat," Harry said to Neville and Luna. "I'll take Seamus and Pansy to the dueling arena first."

Yes, the arena arranged for Pansy and Seamus is the one that the Ashwinder Party loved most a hundred years ago.

When Seamus and Pansy arrived at the dueling arena with Harry, they were immediately stunned.

"Is this the same thing as the Colosseum?" Seamus asked, somewhat astonished.

"Yes," Harry nodded, "but don't worry, no one's watching you two fight the beasts in there—"

Moreover, this isn't a gladiatorial arena, but a dueling ground—normally, there should be fifty or sixty fully armed Goblin guarding this place, along with more than ten Troll. I've encountered this situation before."

"And then?" Seamus swallowed and asked.

"It's just a Charms," Harry said casually.

Yes, it's about a Charms, the Avada that branches out, right?

"Alright," Harry said again, "This isn't the time for that. Now it's your turn to deal with the Troll —so, are you ready?"

"Ready?" Seamus nodded steadily, his face full of eagerness.

They seem utterly confident, completely unaware of who their opponents are.

Young people are energetic and confident, which is a good thing.

Standing not far from him, Pansy wore an undisguised look of disdain. She glanced critically at the dusty tips of his Dragonhide, then looked at Harry: "So, why isn't Draco my teammate, but this explosive kid?"

"Hey! You're the one who's the explosive kid!" Seamus, getting a little impatient.

"Go outside if you want to argue. Now is not the time for arguing," Harry said. "Alright, I'm going out now. If you have any questions, you can just go outside and ask Draco, right?"

After saying that, he left the dueling arena.

"I know why," Seamus said slyly, "But it's a secret—if you survive the Troll's attack, I'll tell you the truth."

"Heh." Pansy curled her lip.

A moment later, a massive figure appeared at the entrance to the dueling arena.

Pansy's hand gripping the wand tightened involuntarily, and her brow furrowed.

"Merlin's fattest briefs—" Seamus muttered to himself, "Where did Harry get these things?"

It was Troll unlike any seen before, much larger than any ordinary Troll, with muscles bulging like granite and skin that was an unhealthy dark gray.

What is most striking is that it is covered with a rough but unusually dense set of crystal armor that shimmers with Grim red light.

The armor covered its chest, back, shoulders, and thick arms, looking incredibly heavy, yet it didn't seem to hinder its movements much.

The surface of the red crystal shimmered with a subtle magical luster, clearly the result of the Goblin ' superb craftsmanship, specifically designed to combat Charms.

The Troll was not holding an ordinary wooden stick, but a huge stone pillar inlaid with red crystal fragments. It growled, its murky little eyes locking onto the two tiny humans through the gaps in its armor.

"I knew Harry wasn't up to any good," Seamus said, somewhat exasperated. "Look, we are indeed facing a Troll, but it's a much stronger version of a Troll!"

"I'm not blind," Pansy said, her eyes fixed on the Troll, her face deathly pale.

"We have to do something," she said again, raising her wand and pointing it at the Troll: "Crushing Spell!"

The Charms flew from the tip of Pansy's wand, shooting straight at the Troll's chest.

However, the Charms melted instantly upon contact with the Red Crystal Armor, like ice and snow under the sun, leaving only a faint red ripple on the armor's surface.

"It didn't work!" Pansy exclaimed. "What the hell is this armor?! Why is it like this?!"

She didn't have much time to think; the Troll was already enraged by her Charms. It let out a deafening roar, snatched the crystal-encrusted pillar, and charged straight at Pansy like a small mountain with heavy steps!