HARRY POTTER:Start System

He'd read the stories. He knew how strong werewolves were known to be, and if even half the rumors were true, he didn't want anything to do with this one.

Cautiously, he activated the wardstone perk.

Wardstone perk activated!

Grants +1000 HP and +1000 MP when activated it at the cost of -25 MP per minute. All wounds are healed. All ailments cured. +20 Str,+20 Vit, +20 Dex.

'I'm going to have to watch how I use this,' Harry realized as he reread the cost, "I can barely use the perk for an hour with my current MP.' Harry thought to himself.

1125 MP divided by 25 to be exact. 45 minutes. That was his limit if he used no magic at all when he was boosted, which was unrealistic. Knowing that his flamboyant use of fire magic burned through his mana fairly, fast, he estimated that he'd have 15 to 20 minutes at max depending on how much magic he used.

Gamer's Mind, being back at full strength, helped Harry come up with a plan.

At its simplest, it was quite similar to what he had done with Carrow. Buy enough time to figure out its weaknesses, then find an opportune moment to strike at those weaknesses.

Getting the idea to hide, he quickly ran towards a nearby tree full speed, using his boosted Dex to run a couple of steps up its side before jumping and grabbing onto a low hanging branch. With a grunt, he pulled himself up onto it and started climbing the branches up into the more leaf-covered area that'd hide him better.

He'd just found a place to perch and hide in between the leaves and branches when something burst through the foliage and onto the clearing he was just in.

Harry stilled.

It was a grotesque looking creature. It looked like a wolf, but not so at the same time. Its front legs a little too long, its snout a little too short, its eyes a little too human. And its entire body was riddled with scars.

Its eyes swept the clearing, presumably looking for the source of all the ruckus that had been caused when the platform had raised into the ground. Harry watched with bated breath as the glowing amber orbs looked across the clearing. Hoping to get some information to help him escape, Harry mouthed the command, 'Observe.'

A window popped up.

Beta wolf Lv-27

HP: 2700/3000 

MP:500/600

Race-Werewolf

Str-35

Vit-15

Dex-35

Int-4

Wis-2

Luc-2

A human that upon the complete rising of the full moon, becomes a fearsome and deadly near-wolf. This condition is caused by infection with lycanthropy, also known as werewolfry. Appears in the form of a wolf but there are distinctions between them and regular wolves. They are bloodthirsty, strong and will hunt any human they sense.

Kill to gain- 1000 Exp.

While it was incredibly tempting to fight the werewolf and gain a level, Harry wasn't sure he was ready for this, and fighting someone with strength stats higher than even his boosted ones wasn't a risk he wanted to take.

With a stab of panic, he realized that he had forgotten to pick the portkey up once he had arrived.

Immediately deciding on his next move, he swiftly turned, found a branch from a nearby tree that was close enough to jump to, and leaped across, managing to land with relative ease. Quickly finding another branch, jumped, and started to leap and swing through the trees away from that godforsaken clearing, in search of a place where he could get on solid ground long enough to focus and apparate the long distance back home.

He was quiet, but not quite enough.

Bloodlust detected!

Origin of BL- Beta wolf wants to kill you.

'Bugger!' Harry thought as he glanced back at the forest thicket under his feet and saw the wolf running at breakneck speeds following him on the ground, easily keeping up with his treetop parkouring. Harry, knowing the wolf's stats and knowing his own, knew that running was futile.

Furthermore, his wardstone perk was slowly running out of time. If he had to fight this creature, he decided that he'd rather do it with the perk rather than without.

With that in mind, Harry jumped off the next branch he found footing on, twisted around mid-air and let himself plummet towards the ground, aiming for the werewolf. He started counting down the 60-foot long fall downwards as he sped up.

If he wanted to get a jump on it, he'd have to time this just right.

50 feet…40 feet...

The werewolf had reached the spot of ground where Harry would land and was on two feet, snapping and snarling at its falling prey.

30 feet…

The snarls were growing louder by the second as Harry pooled almost a thousand points worth of mana into his hands.

20 feet…

He could almost feel the jaws ready to bite him to shreds.

10 feet…9…8…7…

NOW!

"Bad doggy!" Harry snarled, as he let loose a torrential stream of fire from both his hands downwards, right into the werewolf's face, repeating his attack inside the tunnel once again. The blast was so strong that it pushed Harry back into the air, tossing him back up and towards the left, where he landed with a painful thump on his back.

Sure that he must have done at least some damage, Harry quickly got to his feet and turned towards the werewolf. It was lying on the ground, with its facial bones visible. Harry had burned its snout off and the remaining flesh on its face was charred and bloody.

Harry froze.

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