Blood flowed down the man's throat, and the black shadow that burst out from the box instantly knocked him to the ground. The bloody scent stimulated the nerves of everyone present.
"Stupefy!"
"Incendio!"
"Diffindo!"
Several different spells shot from every direction towards the shadow crouched on the ground, but just like the earlier "Confringo," these spells vanished into thin air the moment they touched the shadow—
Only the "Incendio" had some effect, as the shadow's black robe was mostly burned away by the flames, revealing its true form underneath.
It was a man with a hideous face. His entire body was almost wrapped in heavy deep gray armor, blue glowing runes filled the armor, and finally converged into a sinister flame pattern at the chest.
"... Fenrir Greyback."
Standing among his subordinates, Toby Drake almost spat out the name through gritted teeth—even though the appearance was vastly different from his memory, those distinctive dull yellow eyes, the dirty gray hair...
The man recognized at a glance the "beast" that had subjected him to a lifetime of disdain.
"Roar!"
Perhaps satiated with blood, or maybe because someone called his name, the figure perched on the corpse lifted its head, its sinister eyes fixed on the man in the crowd—its mouth seemed to curl into a smile?
"Kill, kill him!"
All traces of the British gentleman demeanor vanished from Drake. He roared in a fit of rage, his magic wand pointing first towards the bloody figure — "Incarcerous!"
A thick black rope shot from the tip of the wand.
He noticed the ineffectiveness of those lethal spells earlier, almost futile—so he didn't use destructive spells like Confringo, suspecting that the eerie armor was at play.
Defense against spells?
If this could be a technology, maybe he could partner with the Ministry of Magic...
Even though his mind was largely clouded by hatred's fury, the man still instantly envisioned a money-making opportunity.
That's how a capitalist behaves.
Noticing his boss's move, the surrounding lackeys naturally threw out full body-bind curse ropes one after another, with dozens binding Fenrir along with his armor tightly.
"Roar—"
Fenrir, lying on the ground, frantically struggled trying to break free from the ropes, while William, already appearing against the wall with a chair in tow, furrowed his brow.
In the next moment, the runes on the armor lit up again, deep blue flames ignited on the armor, and those rope-bound by magical power vanished into thin air under the scorching flames.
Upon witnessing this, William's brow finally relaxed: "3. The full body-bind curse is also within the effective range of the magic rune 'Spell Stop', but its activation time is too slow. Solution: perhaps improvement can be made by adding 'Acceleration' runes..."
"... What are you writing?"
Right now, Mundungus wore a dazed expression, looking at the identical deep blue runes on both Fenrir's armor chest and his own cheek. All the clues in his mind were weaving together at this moment...
Even a fool would know that the Little Wizard beside him is far from being as simple as he appears.
A werewolf is biting people right in front of him, yet he still sits there writing and drawing?
If Little Wizards now had such mental fortitude, what threat does the Dark Lord's Crucio pose anymore?
Simply endure it directly!
"Oh, experiment records." William waved the notebook towards the man, then bowed his head and continued, "6. In terms of physical defense, the .32 caliber Browning M1900 did not leave visible damage on the armor, but unprotected parts can still be hit—"
William's pen paused slightly, as if pondering, "Solution: partially replacing face runes with 'Defense' runes could resolve this."
Yes, due to the ineffectiveness of most charms, Toby Drake had already taken out a pistol from his pocket.
Admittedly, sometimes this is more useful than a magic wand.
"... What the hell are you muttering about?" Drake had already noticed William making notes aside, as the boy hadn't suppressed his voice. Drake aimed his gun at the boy who had inexplicably been remarkable since his arrival, "What's going on? If you don't explain, I might serve a bullet for your dinner!"
The reason he hadn't shot at Fenrir again was that he found not only did spells have no effect on him, the armor could even block bullets from his pistol, and shots aimed at his face were dodged with various postures—
He had nearly emptied two magazines, but his mark amounted to merely scratching the man's ear.
And during this, he realized Fenrir wasn't charging at them as imagined, rather lingering ten paces away, constantly pacing with non-human-like growls occasionally escaping his lips—but he still visually resembled a human.
Yet no one dared to step forward and investigate further, as the corpse lying in the blood reminded everyone of the consequences of attempting.
So he turned the gun and aimed it at William in the corner—
"..."
William furrowed his brow, looking at the gun aimed at his forehead, didn't speak. In the next moment, a force came from Drake's wrist, with the M1900 flying out, landing in William's hand.
"You..."
"Next step, combat demonstration..."
William mumbled, ignoring the astonishment in the man's eyes, and waved his hand.
"Awoooo!!!"
In the next moment, a dazzling silver light emerged from the armor's runes around Fenrir, dark gray fur surged from the man's face. Leaning on the ground, his hind limbs radically transformed, sharp teeth pierced his lips, blood flowing down through the armor's seam—
"He's transforming into a werewolf!"
Mundungus shouted in panic, instinctively touching his forehead—werewolves only transform during the full moon each month, it's common knowledge, but the scene before him was challenging his understanding.
"11. The 'Moon' rune representing full moon performs well, triggering normal werewolf transformations..."
Watching Fenrir successfully transform into a werewolf, William nodded satisfied. He had tried many times, finally confirming the 'full moon night' rune circuit, succeeding repeatedly in experiments. This meant werewolf transformations were controllable for him.
However, something seems off?
William turned his head, looking at Toby Drake who also began transforming into a werewolf.