Whether it was an illusion or not, he felt that the forest surrounding the grassland seemed to be growing darker. The branches and leaves of the trees piled up in dense black layers, forming strange shapes in the darkness.
They seemed to sway in the wind, yet also seemed to be writhing.
Layer upon layer, heavy and oppressive, they pressed in on the grassland from every direction!
Harry was certain it was no illusion now, because every sound vanished at that instant—the sounds of Daphne and Pansy fighting, the sounds of Lavender and Parvati arguing—
It was as though someone had suddenly pressed pause.
The heavy, deathly silent shadows of the forest around the grassland abruptly began to shake violently. Pairs of green eyes emerged from the darkness like ignited ghostly flames!
They were accompanied by the resounding howls of wolves!
"Awoooo!"
Even though he had experienced Vaughn's utterly heartless sense of mischief before, and had been mentally prepared for the fact that anything personally designed by him could not possibly be child's play—
When countless giant wolves suddenly burst from the forest—
Harry was still stunned by Vaughn's sheer audacity!
The giant wolves were creatures of such elegance and power. They were enormous; even while running, Harry could roughly estimate that they stood at least six feet at the shoulder—far taller than he was!
Their thick silver fur streamed and danced as they ran, set against the bright moonlight like blazing lunar fire.
No matter how much of a novice he was to the wizarding world, Harry could tell that these giant wolves were absolutely not ordinary animals from the Muggle world.
They were magical creatures capable of using magic!
Damn it!
For the very first lesson of practical class, Vaughn had actually sent magical creatures to attack them!