Hogwarts starts with stealing power.

"hateful!"

Hearing another angry voice in his ears, Snape immediately turned to the other side and kicked the invisible wizard out with his foot.

He flicked his wand back and the silencing spell was triggered, and a wizard fell to the ground, forced out of the invisibility spell, his body cut into pieces.

Only one Death Eater remained.

The Death Eater frantically fired many attack spells with his wand. He just wanted to get rid of his opponent as quickly as possible.

escape?

No, the Death Eater's pride made him not think that he was inferior to a Potions professor.

He is just a potion seller, what fighting skills do he know!

As for the two people who died, they were killed by Snape because they underestimated the enemy!
"Go to hell, die, go to hell!"

The attack spell raised clouds of dust, the surrounding vision became blurred, and the Death Eaters lost Snape's position.

But he didn't care. He just used all his strength to vent the magic power that was still in his body and cast attack spells desperately.

"Split into pieces!"

"Shattered to pieces!"

"Avada Kedavra!"

"There are many obstacles!"

……

Unable to see the person clearly, the Death Eater simply cast the spell at the place where Snape had stood before.

After he released the huge amount of magic power, the Death Eater stared ahead breathlessly with a hideous smile on his face.

"Go to hell, all of you go to hell, all of you die!"

However, the next second, a strong wave of magic came, and Snape's cold and arrogant voice came in the air: "God's Sharp Sword Without Shadow!"

A line of blood suddenly appeared on the Death Eater's arm, and the wound deliberately avoided the artery.

But this was not a mistake, but something Snape did intentionally to ensure that he lost his combat effectiveness but did not die.

He had already killed two Death Eaters, and he needed to keep one alive.

The Death Eater fell to the ground because of the pain, staring at Snape. He opened his mouth to say something, but Snape stepped on his face.

Snape looked down at him and said slowly, "You lowly creature, you are not worthy to talk to me. Stay in the Auror's interrogation room. You will soon know what it feels like to be worse than death."

The next second, he pointed the tip of his wand at the Death Eater and said expressionlessly: "Petrification!"

The Death Eater quickly turned into a stone statue.

While Snape was fighting the Death Eaters, a special message reached Dumbledore.

[Has the action started?]
Suddenly, a line of words made up of magic flames appeared in the air.

Dumbledore waved his wand as if communicating with someone, and said only a brief sentence: "Not yet, it's just that some Aurors acted on their own."

[Try to restrain yourself, they can't bear it any longer]-
"Creak, creak, creak!"

In the villa, the werewolf army under the Death Eaters were a little irritable and restless. They kept walking around in the villa, and some of them couldn't bear it anymore and transformed into wolves.

Logically speaking, they would only be affected at night.

But because today is a full moon night, I feel a little restless even during the day.

Many werewolves began to half-transform, with wolf heads and human bodies, tearing off the airtight wizard robes on their bodies.

The bulging muscle fibers were like taut steel cables, and the fingernails began to grow longer, like sharp awls. They uncontrollably picked up the leather sofa next to them and sharpened their claws.

In a short while, the sofa was torn into pieces with many big holes, and it was scrapped.

Some werewolves angrily kicked the sofa away, and it flew onto the crystal chandelier in the air.

The chandeliers were all shattered, and glass fragments fell like rain, forcing other normal wizards to cast an "armor protection" on themselves.

Bellatrix completely ignored the werewolf's strange behavior. She was in a good mood and poured herself a glass of red wine. She half leaned on the dining table and closed her eyes slightly.

It was as if he was listening to some wonderful and interesting music, and he would conduct it from time to time.

Some Death Eaters couldn't help but say, "They can't control themselves before nightfall. Will they still have any sense when night falls? Will they attack us when they see us?"

These words made the other werewolves turn their heads and stare at him. A hint of interest flashed in their wolf-like eyes, and a very obvious red light appeared in their pupils.

The leading werewolf leader, Fenrir Greyback, still retained his human form. Compared to those werewolves that had gone out of control, he only had some wolf hair growing on his neck.

Fenrir stared straight at the Death Eater who was speaking, as if he wanted to remember his appearance.

He turned his head, and the two fangs in his mouth broke through his lips, leaving a deep mark on the side of his mouth. The teeth were so sharp that they seemed to pierce through his own jaw.

He said provocatively: "I don't know whether we will attack others, but we will remember you. If we really lose control, we will definitely attack you!"

"You!" The Death Eater stood up in anger and swung his wand at him.

“From the beginning, I didn’t recommend werewolves to join this operation. They are irritable and often lose their minds!
It's still daytime, but they can't control themselves. When it's night, they'll be no different from wild beasts! Their joining us won't bring us any advantage!"

Bellatrix suddenly threw the red wine glass in her hand to the floor, leaving a pool of scarlet wine. Her completely alienated face turned and stared at them, and said in a voice that was difficult for a human to make:
"Can you be quiet for a moment? I am communicating with the gods of another world, and I have received the will of my master."

She swept her cold eyes over everyone; her eyes had not yet turned completely black, but were now gray.

Those who were stared at by her had the illusion of being brushed by the god of death.

Now even the werewolves became obedient.

Some werewolves were still in the process of alienation, but after being glanced at by her, they suddenly regained some rationality and nervously tried to retract their alienation reactions.

Bella turned her head and continued in a cold voice: "We need werewolves to tear open the defensive array set up by Hogsmeade Village for us. When the full moon night comes, I will have my own way to guide them."

Bella didn't say what to do if they were attacked by a werewolf.

In her eyes, werewolves were just watchdogs that she used to charge into battle. If anyone else couldn't even beat a dog, they deserved to be bitten to death.

This villa was provided by "Kreacher" who joined the Death Eaters camp and is the property of the Black family.

The Black family has always been selling things produced by the family in Hogsmeade Village, such as mithril, steel, and black stone needed by the wizarding world...

It is rumored that the Black family has several mithril mines. Before the family fell into decline, the family's shop in Hogsmeade village specialized in selling various magical minerals. Later, when the last owner of the manor, Sirius Black, was sent to Azkaban, all the Black family's shops were closed, and the servants were waiting for another new person with Black blood to restart the manor.

Only if the Black family produces a new heir can the family business continue.

Without the protection of the family, if you forcefully open a store, it will only be taken over by other families.

The short Kreacher was wearing a wizard robe and a thick mask. He wanted to shrink his body into the robe so as not to reveal any features that could be used to identify his appearance.

If it showed its face to these Death Eaters, and let them see its dirty, huge eyes, and its long, flat, and big ears, these Death Eaters wouldn't mind giving it a "plastic surgery" -

Cut off its extra ears and dig out those inhuman eyes!

It was walking around the living room, personally serving cakes and desserts and pouring black tea to everyone.

Kreacher didn't dare to use magic. He was afraid of being stared at by these Death Eaters. He would rather be a Muggle.

Bellatrix was very satisfied with its service and said again: "Kreacher, well done. I wish other Death Eaters could be as capable as you."

Kreacher's body trembled slightly, and he felt that the other Death Eaters on the field were looking at him with ferocious eyes, as if they were ready to tear him into pieces at any time.

The Death Eaters were enjoying their dessert when suddenly a werewolf smelled the odor of the cake and sneezed.

This seemed to cause a chain reaction, and other werewolves also sneezed one after another.

Some werewolves stared at Kreacher with fierce eyes, baring their teeth and saying fiercely: "What's in the cake?"

Kreacher's body shuddered violently. "It's just a normal cake, with lemon and orange essential oils added for flavoring. It can increase the direction and taste of the cake."

Bellatrix stretched out her pale finger and ran it over the cake, her fingertips stained with cream and a little bit of cake base.

She licked the tip of her finger gently with her tongue.

Kreacher's body visibly shrank, but it was already shaking violently, and this reaction did not attract the attention of other wizards.

"Mmm, it all smells like cake. I like the essential oils you added. It makes the fragrance even stronger."

Her body is already in a half-alienated, half-human state, which means her sense of taste is not as sensitive as that of humans.

If you want to eat normal food and taste the flavor, you have to add various seasonings.

But Bellatrix was not interested in eating. Normally, she just ate the black insects given by the evil god, which was enough to fill her stomach.

This time, she tasted the cake and gave it high praise, and asked, "Give me a few more."

After Bella said this, the other werewolves could only hold back their sneezes and eat the cake in a few bites.

The werewolf's olfactory system is very developed and sensitive. Essential oils with strong pungent smells, especially citrus essential oils such as lemon and sweet orange with strong volatile smells, are like poison gas mixed with chili powder to werewolves and can easily irritate them.

Even though Blake's villa is big enough, it is still too small for a werewolf.

Their bodies were in a state of half-human, half-wolf transformation, and they were very sensitive to all smells. At this time, more than a dozen people gathered in the room, and all kinds of unpleasant and complex smells rushed to their noses.

This makes them sneeze constantly and feel very uncomfortable.

Fenrir Greyback has a special physique, which makes him stronger and more sensitive than other werewolves.

After eating the cake, he kept twisting his neck and suppressing himself with great strength.

His beast-like instinct told him that now was not the time to fall out with Bellatrix. The Death Eaters needed them, and they needed the Death Eaters too; their interests were the same.

But the unpleasant smell in the air, the strong pungent smell of lemon essential oil, the smell of Death Eaters' stinky sweat, and the various complex smells outside the villa, and the bloody smell of the surrounding pastures...

Fenrir finally couldn't control the violent feeling in his heart that wanted to vent everything!

He jumped up with all his strength, almost reaching the top of the villa, and his head almost hit the ceiling.

He began to transform in the air, from human form to werewolf form.

Inspired by their leader, the other werewolves also jumped up and completed their transformation in the air.

"Ouch!!!"

There were howling sounds in the air. Although it was still daytime, it felt like the darkness of night had already arrived.

Once they transform into werewolves, their rationality is reduced to the lowest level, leaving only the most primitive desire for destruction.

In addition, the werewolf camp and the Death Eater camp do not have a close relationship, and no one will reveal their own weaknesses to others.

So the Death Eaters didn't know how to control these werewolves, so as soon as they completed their transformation, they stared at them with their blood-red eyes.

The Death Eaters present all looked unhappy.

The werewolf's gaze now is fixed on its prey!
There was no need to wait until nightfall, a battle broke out among them.

"I told you not to provoke werewolves. They will only hinder us. They are a bunch of creatures with only muscles but no brains!"

"Torn apart! Torn apart! Torn apart!"

The Death Eaters took the lead in attacking, glaring at the werewolves that were rushing towards them. At this moment, the person they hated the most was Bellatrix.

If she hadn't insisted on having the werewolf join, this situation wouldn't have happened today.

"Bang bang bang!"

The werewolf was wreaking havoc on the villa as if it were a house demolition operation, attacking the Death Eaters.

Each of the werewolf's claw marks was inlaid with broken nails and black walnut chips. They wanted to tear the villa apart, exposing the concrete skeleton and making it another large toy for them.

Werewolves have high magic resistance. Some Death Eaters, even with the protection of "armor", were knocked to the ground by werewolves.

The sharp canine teeth bit into the Death Eater's throat, and in just a moment, the Death Eater died.

Kreacher stood trembling beside Bella and knelt on the ground, like a trembling lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

But it's strange.

Even though they transformed into werewolves and lost their minds, these werewolves relied on their beast instincts and none of them took the initiative to attack Bellatrix who was sitting in the center.

Even the most powerful Fenrir only attacked other Death Eaters and tore up the furnishings in the house without even looking at Bella.
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The villa suddenly erupted with strong magical fluctuations, attracting the attention of passers-by on the street and also attracting the Aurors who were secretly monitoring it.

Excluding the Aurors hiding in the dark, because of the large flow of people during Christmas, there are also several Auror patrols in the open, responsible for solving all emergencies.

The villa suddenly made such a loud noise, as if someone was demolishing the house inside, and two Auror patrols immediately rushed over and were on high alert. (End of this chapter)