The werewolf wizard Biazis knew exactly how sharp and powerful his claws were.
Even inferior iron armor could be shredded with ease. Low-level magic such as a Protective Charm might even be smashed outright if cast by a less capable wizard.
Werewolves were classified as five-star dangerous dark creatures not merely because they were extremely aggressive, but because their physical strength was up to that standard too. As one of the very best among werewolves, Biazis possessed abilities that surpassed those of the vast majority of wizards.
In fact, before joining the organization, Biazis had dominated wizarding circles in his country and region for many years without encountering a worthy opponent.
Yet now, facing a youngster of only sixteen or seventeen, he had actually come off worse. In fact, if he had not had someone helping him, he might already have gone down.
For Biazis, this was undoubtedly an utter humiliation.
He decided that once he knocked Harry down, he would eat his hands and feet while he was still alive, right in front of him!
But just as he was imagining blood pouring out and entrails splattering after he tore open Harry's belly, the sensation at his fingertips suddenly felt wrong. The softness of flesh he had expected to feel after his claws ripped through the clothes never came. Instead, something suddenly became incredibly hard.
With a clang, a streak of light flashed across Harry's body and vanished. The Shield Charm on the Magical Device Sirius had given him last year had activated at that very instant.
But as one of the finest werewolves, Biazis had claws so destructive that they tore through the Shield Charm in a single strike. Still, the Shield Charm had greatly weakened Biazis's attack, and the remaining force was much lighter when it hit