Hogwarts doesn't need a savior

This is a plan that hurts others and does not benefit oneself, and it is also a plan for the minority group that is holding the werewolves together to survive and die.

All preparations are proceeding in an orderly manner, with internal and external coordination. It is absolutely impossible to cope with it relying solely on the werewolf capture troops.

Greyback sat cross-legged by the water, touching the hideous scar on his neck, looking forward to the coming attack.

But somehow, he had a bad feeling.

Although he was planning how to retaliate against that damn Prince, he suddenly felt his heart beating faster, just like a wild animal in nature encountering a potential natural disaster or natural enemy.

He stood up alertly and looked at the cloudless sky with only the sun gradually setting in the west.

Chapter 360 Catch them all in one fell swoop

After searching for a long time, Greyback found nothing.

Even though he checked all the protective magic near the oasis, he did not find any loopholes or suspicious points.

This cautious approach attracted contemptuous looks from werewolves from various countries who also lived in the oasis.

There are many ambitious people among them. Although they are temporarily hanging out with Greyback and following his orders, it does not mean that they will willingly obey this guy.

After walking around, Greyback's anxiety not only did not decrease, but increased.

He has always believed in his intuition, because it was this sixth sense comparable to that of a wild animal that saved him several times in a row, including the time when he was forced into a desperate situation by Sonia Prince.

But he must appear strong in front of all the werewolves, stronger than all the ambitious people who are eyeing his position, otherwise the result that awaits him will not be good.

Thinking of those ruthless guys, he knew that only by constantly proving his worth could he gain support, otherwise he would be doomed to face the same fate as when he cooperated with the Death Eaters.

Chaos was coming and he couldn't escape it.

With a heart full of sorrow, he found the British werewolves who were not in the majority in the camp - they were all his trusted old subordinates, and had a big drink by the campfire in the cover of night.

When night falls, they return to their respective residences after having eaten and drunk their fill - although they are called residences, they are actually just some dug holes in the ground or tents in sheltered places.

Apart from having no worries about food and drink, their life here is not fundamentally different from that of the savages, and it is very hard.

The sky is clear tonight, with a bright moon in the sky, and the stars have slightly disappeared, making it look like a deep blue ocean, exuding a charming and profound atmosphere.

Greyback, who could drink a lot of wine without getting drunk, drank several large bottles of liquor and still looked calm, but the anxiety in his heart was slightly relieved by the wine - compared to those thugs who only had courage, although he seemed to be the most brutal and bloodthirsty, he could not compare with those truly far-sighted wizards, but he also knew to look three steps ahead.

The disappeared Dark Lord, the old headmaster of Hogwarts, and Eric who had never really been silent, he knew very well that none of these people were qualified to deal with him.

It is important for people to know themselves. Although he is cruel, he is not a fool who can be used as a gun by others.

However, people don't always have a choice, and this has always been the case for monsters like him who live on the edge of a knife and are even more unpopular than dark wizards, neither human nor beast.

He and his subordinates, as well as these seemingly ferocious and brutal foreign werewolves, are completely incapable of fighting against the mainstream wizarding society. They can only struggle in remote areas or serve as shady thugs for some more powerful people.

Whenever he thought of his own situation, this already old wolf felt a sense of sadness that his fate was beyond his control. This was also the source of his motivation to plot revenge on "normal people".

"It's almost time... it's almost time..."

Sitting alone by the campfire that had not yet been extinguished, holding the last bottle of wine that had not yet been finished, he muttered to himself, then drank the remaining wine in one gulp, staggered back to the tent, and soon began to snore like thunder.

Outside his tent were clearly defined "territories" - werewolf thugs from various countries gathered in their own groups, with no trust between them, only the most blatant competition hidden under a calm appearance.

This makes the oasis in the desert less like a secret stronghold and more like a camp of guerrillas.

The night wind is chilly, a characteristic of the desert.

Behind the sand dunes outside the camp, the pursuers who had come from afar had been waiting for a long time.

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At the top of the sand dune, Sonya, with only half of her head exposed, was observing from afar in the darkness.

"I'm afraid that half of Europe's wanted werewolf criminals are gathered here." She said to Lin En beside her.

"One hundred and five. I heard French, German, Spanish, and Russian, and the old dog was in the middle."

Lynn nodded, his eyes drifting towards the distant sky, where a small insect quickly returned and turned into a silvery-white ball.

This is a gadget created by Lynn using material alchemy, and it also has the power of transformation and permanent manipulation magic.

But unlike the floating cannon, it was not the rune magic he usually used that was attached to it, but a confusion spell. This was also the reason why all the protective magic arranged by Greyback was ineffective.

Not long ago, it transformed into a desert locust and walked around the messy camp without alarming anyone, including the werewolf wizards who were reluctantly standing guard.

It was a dark and windy night, the best time to catch these scums in one fell swoop - but Lynn still had a question.

He heard some rather strange news from several werewolves from Central Europe.

It seems that it was not Greyback who brought these rabble together. He really did not have the ability to do so. There must be other unknown secrets behind this that needed to be investigated.

Looking at the werewolf-capturing troops that were all out and hiding neatly under the sand dunes, Lynn didn't wait any longer. He made a few gestures and raised his wand.

"If nothing else, this saves us a lot of trouble, as we don't have to search everywhere for these bastards."

A faint white light lit up from the tip of the staff, and the next moment, magic power as thin as a soap bubble turned into a light curtain that enveloped the outside of the oasis.

Several wizards who were patrolling the outskirts of the camp and yawning suddenly felt a slight light in front of their eyes. Just as they were wondering, they felt dizzy, a chill in their chest, and their limbs became extremely cold.

A sturdy werewolf lowered his head and saw the icicle piercing his chest. The world in front of him quickly dimmed like the night sky above his head until it was completely black.

"bang"

The tall figure fell heavily to the ground with a muffled sound, followed by his accomplice not far away.

The vitality receded like the tide, and they only had time to see shining balls floating past their eyes, followed by the wizards moving in unison.

They discovered the enemy attack, in their last moments of life, but they were no longer able to pass on the news.

Of course, there is no need to pass it on, because soon, all the werewolves in the camp will feel the greetings from afar.

The blood seeped into the yellow sand, and the pale face was quickly illuminated by the rising flames.

This is bound to be a sleepless night.

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Cursing, begging, wailing...

In just a few minutes, the camp, which was filled with the smell of alcohol and various stench during the day, turned into a sea of ​​fire.

A large number of werewolf thugs were killed in their sleep by Sonya's well-trained wizards. By the time someone noticed and raised the alarm, the werewolf capturing troops in black robes with red cuffs on their arms had dispersed throughout the camp.

The thugs from various countries who had dreamed of burning, killing and looting in St. Mungo's Hospital for Witchcraft and Wizardry in London fled in a flash. Occasionally, some of them tried to resist with their courage, but they also became footnotes of death in the chaotic defeat.

Today was not a full moon night, and they were just some bandits with slightly higher endurance than ordinary people. Perhaps a few of them had decent magic skills, but they could only deal with ordinary wizards.

In front of Sonya's powerful presence, these wild creatures who even Greyback couldn't beat had no power to fight back, and most of them were killed by the elusive Transfiguration puppets in a blink of an eye.

This is also a common tactic used by werewolf capture troops. With Sonya, a veteran and powerful warrior, as their spearhead, they are all proficient in transfiguration and will not give the werewolf wizards any chance to engage in close combat, turning what should have been a fierce battle into a meticulous and orderly assembly line slaughter.

Fire and blood burned together, and the vibrant oasis seemed like purgatory.

Lin En strolled leisurely on the battlefield, the magic book floating behind him. The small and exquisite floating cannon transformed into various forms and shuttled back and forth. The hidden Ice Rune ruthlessly reaped the lives of all werewolves who dared to resist.

Wherever they passed, there was nothing but corpses lying on the ground.

Soon he was standing outside Greyback's tent, where he was still snoring loudly.

Touching his chin gently, Lynn slowly pulled out his wand, and without looking back, he knocked down a British werewolf who was trying to attack him by surprise, and pointed the tip of the wand at the sky.

A faint golden light lit up, like a thin film of light.

"I knew you old dog had several lives... But this makes it more interesting."

Chapter 361 Revenge

The range of the Anti-Apparition Spell is ten kilometers, and even a werewolf on a full moon night cannot easily escape.

By the time the werewolf mobs in the camp were completely wiped out, Greyback had only run less than half the distance - anyone who has been to the desert knows how torturous it is to run long distances in the cold sand.

Standing in front of the captives, Lynn looked out into the desert.

With the magical perception taught by Inès, every step that Greyback took, which was getting slower and slower, seemed to be broadcast live.

As I was admiring it, Sonya and Lupin came over.

"One hundred and five killed, forty-two captured, eleven of whom were seriously injured." Sonya reported today's results calmly, her tone unchanged, "including Fenrir Greyback, four escaped."

"Those three are running together to the southeast, and Greyback is in the northeast." Lynn dusted off his clothes. "Let's take care of them together. It's not far anyway."

Lupin clenched his fists subconsciously, turned his head to look at Sonya, and was delighted when he saw her nod in agreement.

After decades of blood feud, there is finally an opportunity to repay tooth for tooth and blood for blood.

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Fenrir Greyback was Lupin's worst childhood trauma and the main culprit for his lack of self-confidence.

It can be said that the shadow of this old wolf was more or less behind the tragedies he encountered in his life, and it lasted for decades.

In countless nightmares, the werewolf's fangs made him sweat profusely and wake up suddenly.

But today he is no longer the helpless child. The werewolf stumbling and fleeing in the yellow sand is a trapped beast at the end of its rope.

Even though he had a keen intuition and was far more cunning than his other accomplices, it was of no use at this moment.

Greyback had used up almost the last of his strength, and could see and feel the anti-Apparition magic weakening.

This is an expedition with no end in sight, and the sand dunes symbolizing hope and survival finally appear before our eyes.

But when he rolled and crawled forward, the leisurely Lynn had already brought Sonya, Lu Ping and others in front of him, telling him that this was just a game of cat and mouse.

There were three dying werewolves lying beside them. Greyback recognized them. They were one of his greatest rivals, the werewolf brothers from the Balkan Peninsula, ruthless characters who had been offered a bounty of 4,000 Galleons by the International Confederation of Wizards, regardless of life or death.

"Gudu..."

He swallowed, his throat was dry as smoke, his limbs were sore and stiff from exhaustion, even with the wand in his hand, it couldn't give him any sense of security.

"You arrived fifteen minutes earlier than I expected, and you are so agile that you don't look like an old dog at all."

Sitting on a chair made of deformed yellow sand, Lynn didn't take the notorious werewolf leader seriously at all. His words were full of sarcasm, which made Greyback feel depressed.

"I knew my hunch would be right."

"You do have a good nose." Lin En nodded seriously, "If you had escaped half an hour earlier, I might not have been able to catch up with you. Unfortunately, there is no if."

"Don't try to humiliate me, boy! Do you think I will surrender like this?" Greyback said with a grim expression. "It's not that easy! Avada Kedavra!"

Green light shot out, but it did not hit Lynn, but was aimed at Lupin who was obviously weaker than the other two.

Distinguishing the strong from the weak and attacking the enemy without losing them is a combat experience that is ingrained into Greyback's body.

But in front of Lynn, this killing curse, which was much inferior to Bellatrix's, was more like a joke.

Before it could get close, a majestic phantom of a yew tree rose from the ground and swallowed up the curse, without its branches moving at all.

“You must be joking…!”

Greyback's mad face was full of shock and madness, just like Bella when she first saw this magic.

A series of green lights blasted out, and he, who refused to believe in evil, repeatedly used the killing curse, pushing his murderous intent and evil thoughts to the extreme.

However, the increasingly thriving yew tree exuded a vast and holy magical fluctuation, like a complete world blocking the werewolf leader, as solid as a rock.

The more powerful his spell became, the more he seemed to be overestimating his own capabilities, like an ant trying to shake a tree, and like a clown seeking his own destruction.

"Remus, do you want Sonia to help you solve it, or do it yourself?" Lynn asked casually on the sand dune.

"Thank you, but I still hope to get revenge myself."

"As you wish, Sonya. Did you hear that, too?"

"Of course, I'll take good care of him. If he can't handle the old dog, leave it to me."

Sonia stood up with murderous intent, suppressing her rage to kill the werewolf leader whose hands were stained with the blood of her colleague, and with a wave of her hand, the yellow sand turned into tall puppets that approached step by step, forcing Greyback to retreat step by step as if facing a formidable enemy.

The old werewolf had seen his future, but he didn't want to just sit there and wait for death. He gripped his wand tightly and took out an unusual-looking dagger with his other hand, ready for battle.

Seeing Lupin slowly walking down the sand dune and standing about 20 or 30 steps away from him, he forced a hideous smile, licked his dry lips, and said sarcastically:

"I remember you, Lupin boy... I am your father in the werewolf sense. If I can drag you with me before I die, it would be a good result."

He insulted him recklessly, and Lupin's face suddenly turned ferocious. He shouted, "Shut up! You dirty wild dog! Confiscate your weapon!"

The red light shot out, heading straight for Greyback, who was already at the end of his strength. He had no way to dodge, and no way to retreat.