Hogwarts: Harry Potter and the Glock 18

"I didn't expect you to be so unsatisfactory all these years, Remus."

The hot tea had already cooled down. After learning about Lupine's situation in recent years, Hagrid sighed and patted Lupine on the shoulder again, but this time it was very light.

"But no matter what, since you have come to Hogwarts, as long as you work hard in the future, life will definitely get better."

"It's time for dinner in a while, how about I go to the woods to get something, we don't go to the auditorium at night, how about eating here?"

"That's tomorrow, Hagrid." Harry swallowed the last piece of rock pie sandwich for tea snack, and he patted Hagrid's arm. "Tonight our Professor Lupine will make his debut, and everyone can't wait."

"That's right!"

Hagrid smiled foolishly, then nodded, "Then I'll go and deliver some fresh ingredients to the kitchen, and I'll eat them well tonight."

"Go to work, Hagrid, by the way, is Fenrir still honest these days?"

"Of course, to be honest, those werewolves in the woods almost tore him alive. They tore off the arms and legs that Pomfrey connected him several times, but don't worry, order me to let them keep it for you. That bad guy deserves his death!"

Hagrid grabbed the hunting bow from the side shelf and yelled out the window. Norbert, who was drowsy, opened his eyes. After knowing that Hagrid was going to take him to hunt in the Forbidden Forest, the little guy flicked his tail excitedly and knocked on the ground.

"Then let's go."

Harry waved to Hagrid, then left the cabin with Lupine, heading towards the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

A wooden pillar was erected behind a thick bush that was as tall as a person. On it was a wooden plank nailed horizontally, forming a shape of a cross. A foot-long steel nail penetrated the shoulder blade and pelvis of a hairy man, firmly fixing his torso on it.

The bloody wounds and countless bruises were all over the man's body. Thanks to him, the little wizard who should have had a happy childhood became a werewolf who was beaten by everyone. They were abandoned by their families and even wanted to be killed at one time. Only the Forbidden Forest of Hogwarts allowed them to live and ensure their safety.

The arrival of Fenrir broke the originally peaceful life of the werewolves in the Forbidden Forest. In the previous few days and nights, they tried every means to pour the suppressed anger in their hearts towards this culprit, until each of them was exhausted, and finally ended the crazy revenge.

"Hey, wake up."

Harry kicked Fenrir. This guy was still breathing. His strong body was far beyond ordinary people. With the guaranteed treatment, it would be very difficult to die.

"Will I let you go by pretending to be dead?"

Harry took out a bottle of old dragon's blood whiskey. He and Hagrid drank all the vodka, so they could only order some wizarding wine from Hogsmeade nearby. Although the alcohol content was a little low, it was not bad as a drink.

The amber wine with the unique smell of dragon's blood flowed over the wound on his body, and the freshly congealed blood scabs were washed away. The alcohol and dragon's blood awakened the numb wound again. The severe irritating pain made Fenrir, who drooped his eyelids, open his bloodshot yellow eyes.

The eyes that were originally full of madness and rebellion now revealed a pleading weakness. Under the crazy torture of the werewolf in the Forbidden Forest day and night, it seemed that this outright anti-social lunatic could not bear the repeated torture just to vent his anger and hatred.

He has actually died dozens of times, but if someone doesn't want him to die, then he has to live.

"Looks like you had a nice few days off."

After Fenrir woke up, Harry drank the remaining half bottle of wine in one gulp based on the principle of not wasting.

"But the work they do is really rough, even a simple thing like peeling skin is so bad." Harry glanced at the ground near Fenrir, where there were many fragments of skin scattered, "If it were me, I would start from your back, use a small knife to cut along the spine, and then carefully complete the separation"

"Only the complete fur is worth collecting, isn't it? No one in the world has really collected the fur of a werewolf, right? I will set the time for the full moon, when your vitality is at its peak. I don't even need to waste a bottle of expensive healing potion on you."

"But for now, drink it."

Harry took out a potion bottle that Fenrir was very familiar with. This was the life-saving potion that pulled him back from the death line dozens of times in succession, but this thing had become his nightmare at the moment.

Fenrir, who was still staring blankly, struggled. Even if this would tear the wound pinned by the steel nails, there would be waves of severe pain, but even so, he still never gave up.

"Don't open your mouth?"

Harry smiled, knocked out all his teeth with one punch, and poured the potion down his stomach.

Fenrir, who immediately began to roll his eyes and twitch, seemed to be going to hell in the next second, but the wounds on his body that healed quickly indicated that his life safety at this moment was extremely guaranteed.

The already hoarse voice became loud and clear. The hysterical wailing was not because of the pain in his body, but because he had once again foreseen the tragic scene that he would have to face next.

Those werewolves would not reduce the intensity of their torment because of how miserable his wailing was, but they would become more excited because of his struggle.

"You don't regret biting so many people, so many children, right?"

"You are just regretting, you should hide better, don't be caught by me."

Listening to Fenrir's begging for mercy, Harry spoke to him in a cheerful tone.

"But it's not me playing games with you today, but Lupine."

"I don't know if you still remember him and what you did twenty-eight years ago."

Harry took a few steps back from the stage, and Lupine stepped forward in silence, standing in front of the howling Fenrir.

He calmly stared at the man in front of him, no other emotions could be seen on his expressionless face, but his pupils shrunk to the size of a pinprick were trembling violently.

During the long stare, Fenrir gradually calmed down. He seemed to realize that Lupine was not that kind of crazy person, but the kind of irrational guy, so Fenrir trembled and said in a begging tone: "Kill me, please, no matter who you are."

Lupine pulled out his wand. It was a Boretta M92 semi-automatic pistol with beautiful lines. Compared with the square Glock gun family, this gun has many rounded arcs, which looks restrained and unassuming. The gray and silver lines outline a lifelike silver wolf on the gun.

Lupine raised the muzzle of his gun and pointed at Fenrir's heart. The werewolf in front of him gave a relieved smile at this moment. He seemed to have seen the dear god of death approaching him with a scythe. No matter it was hell or wherever, he couldn't wait to go there.

But without the green light, Lupine uttered a spell indifferently but clearly - Cruciatus!

How could the pain accumulated for twenty-eight years be easily let go? The more he felt the beauty of the present, the more Lupine hated everything Fenrir had done!

his parents! His life! Everything about him was ruined by the werewolf in front of him!

"my parents!"

Lupine growled at Fenrir with bloodshot eyes.

"They want to cure me! They want me to be like other children! Even though they know very well that it is impossible to recover after being infected by werewolves, they still don't give up and seize every possible opportunity, even if those are liars' lies!"

"But they did it anyway!"

"For six years, they took out all their savings, sold everything that could be sold, and traveled all over the world, praying, praying for the slim hope of being cured!"

"But they failed, and even put themselves in it."

"But they finally found me an opportunity, a rare opportunity to go to Hogwarts and learn like other children."

"It's a pity that I can't repay them. I can repay my parents. They gave me everything, but they left me in this world where I was alone."

"You want to die?" Lupine sneered sarcastically, "There is no such cheap thing in the world!"

"Fenrir Greyback!"

Lupine let go of his trigger finger, and pinched Fenrir's face to make him look into his eyes.

"I didn't know how to face you before."

"But now, I understand."

"How about we settle the debts we have accumulated over the past twenty-eight years?"

"That blood debt"

Lupine's voice sank, even became hoarse.

"Leave me alone with him for a while, Harry," said Lupine softly.