Got Hisoka template in Harry Potter World - Chapter 13

Chapter 13: The Monster in Our Midst

The forbidden corridor smelled like wet dog and old blood.

Moonlight streamed through the high windows, casting jagged shadows that made the towering three-headed dog seem even larger than its already monstrous size. Fluffy’s six nostrils flared in unison, hot breath rolling over the students in waves as three sets of saliva-slicked teeth gleamed in the dim light.

Harry’s scar burned like fire.

Ron made a sound between a whimper and a prayer.

Hermione’s fingers dug into Harry’s arm hard enough to bruise. “The door—the door’s locked—”

Draco Malfoy stood frozen, his usually pale face now corpse-white, lips moving soundlessly. For once, no smug remark came.

Only Jack Fletcher stepped forward, rolling up his sleeves with deliberate calm.

—

A hush fell over the corridor as Jack’s exhale misted white in the suddenly frigid air. His fingers flexed—once, twice—as if testing the weight of the world.

Then—

[Ren: Activation]

White-gold light erupted from his pores, not as fire but as living mist, swirling around his limbs like a second skin. The ancient stone floor cracked beneath his feet, spiderweb fractures racing outward as dust rose in slow-motion spirals.

Fluffy’s middle head lunged first, jaws wide enough to swallow a man whole—

Jack moved.

His fist connected with the beast’s wet nose in a shockwave that made the torches gutter. The sound of impact was less a punch and more a thunderclap, reverberating through the castle’s bones.

Then the impossible happened.

All 1,000 kilograms of Cerberus left the ground.

The children watched, slack-jawed, as Fluffy’s enormous body arched through the air—three heads whipping back in unison, strands of drool stretching like taffy—before crashing into the far wall with a boom that shook dust from the ceiling.

Silence.

Then—

Draco’s whisper cracked like thin ice: “I take back every rude thing I ever said.”

—

They ran.

Through twisting corridors, past suits of armor that seemed to turn and watch, beneath portraits whose subjects murmured in alarm. Only when they reached the seventh-floor landing did they collapse, gasping like fish on dry land.

Hermione’s voice was shrill with panic. “We almost died!”

Jack, barely winded, corrected: “Correction: That dog almost died.”

Ron stared at Jack’s unmarked knuckles, then up at his face. “You—you punched a three-headed dog into a wall.” A beat. “How?”

Jack flexed his fingers. “It was asking for it.”

Harry’s green eyes burned with something between awe and fear. “That wasn’t magic.”

Draco found his voice at last. “Of course it wasn’t magic! No spell does that!” He rounded on Jack, pale eyes wild. “What are you?”

Jack tilted his head, golden eyes glinting in the torchlight. “Disappointed, Malfoy? Thought you were the scariest thing in Slytherin?”

—

Albus Dumbledore waved his wand, and he appeared in the place, his usually twinkling eyes solemn as he examined the crater where Fluffy had impacted the wall. The stones were still warm.

“Fascinating,” he murmured to the empty corridor.

Then, softer: “And deeply concerning.”