Black American Comics: Start with a Snap

Chapter 191 Werewolves and Death Eaters
It was late at night and everything was dead silent.

The pale moonlight sprinkled on the tombstone, casting strange shadows.

This is the most famous cemetery in the UK, called Highgate Cemetery. It is divided into two parts, east and west. It was first established in 1839. It is a mixture of ancient Egyptian-style Valley of the Kings architecture and some Gothic style.

The night wind blew quietly, causing the branches to rustle, and the shadows of the leaves swayed on the ground like demons from the underworld.

In the corner of the cemetery, a faint breathing sound suddenly rang out, heavy and rapid, and it was particularly clear in the silent cemetery.

Three burly figures walked slowly on the dirt road. The surrounding tombstones seemed to be watching everything silently, and the atmosphere became chilling.

However, these three figures were not affected by the environment at all. Instead, the gloomy feeling made them feel relaxed and comfortable.

The burly man in the lead stopped, raised his head, took a deep breath, and kept sniffing the surrounding air.

"Is this the place?" A shorter middle-aged man behind the man spoke up, breaking the silence.

His voice echoed in the air, like the sound of metal dragging on the ground, hoarse and harsh.

The leading man's ears twitched slightly, and he did not answer his question immediately. Instead, he slowly stretched out his hand and placed it on a tombstone in front of him.

In the moonlight, the man's rough palms gradually became clearer. His nails were extremely sharp and there were signs of wear and tear on them.

Touching the surface of the tombstone, soon a faint black mark gradually emerged and appeared in front of the three men.

"This is it." The leading man said lightly, licking his fangs with his tongue and revealing an excited smile.

The man's eyes flashed with a dark green light, and he continued with a sinister grin.

“But maybe we’re a little early.”

At this moment, the breath exhaled by the man as he spoke condensed into mist in the air.

The temperature around them also began to drop rapidly. A light mist appeared around them, and the tombstones in the distance became somewhat illusory.

The sudden scene immediately alerted the three people. They all became alert at the same time, lowered their center of gravity slightly, and prepared to fight at any time.

The three of them stood motionless, as if frozen in this strange scene, their muscles tensed, accumulating terrifying power.

At this time, a faint sound of footsteps was heard in the distance.

The leading man pricked up his ears and his eyes became more alert.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, but there was no human figure around. Only the sound was hovering in the cemetery, getting closer and closer.

"Since we've already arrived, there's no need to hide any longer, right?"

The leading man snorted coldly, then stood up silently, his eyes fixed on the back of a tombstone not far away.

Perhaps because she knew that the man had discovered her, she no longer had any intention of pretending.

The air suddenly became a little wrinkled, and then the two men uncovered the 'nothingness' covering their bodies and slowly appeared in front of the three people.

"Your nose is still as sensitive as ever, Greyback." One of the men smiled sinisterly, with a dangerous look in his eyes.

The man called Greyback is none other than the most famous werewolf among Harry Potter and the Beast. His full name is Fenrir Greyback. He is also the culprit who infected Lupin.

In this world, werewolves are not a kind of "creature", but more like a disease that only wizards can be infected with.

Simply put, werewolves are wizards infected with lycanthropy, a terminal illness. They will transform into ape-wolf-like monsters on full-moon nights and attack all life around them without any reason.

This disease is transmitted through saliva and there is no cure. The only effective way to relieve it is to use wolfsbane potion, which greatly alleviates the pain of transformation on the full moon night and allows them to stay sane.

Some wizards believe that werewolves are the product of dark magic because their scratches cannot be healed, and even if they are healed, they will leave scars that will follow them for life and cannot be erased.

But more wizards believe that werewolves are a kind of "wizard disease" prevalent among wizards.

In fact, there is a chance that Muggles will be transformed into werewolves, but the chance is too small. Most Muggles cannot survive the bite of a werewolf. Even if they can survive, they cannot hold on for long.

And among the werewolves, there are also some extremely special ones.

For example, Fenrir Greyback is a born werewolf. Because of this, he is more bloodthirsty and cunning than other werewolves. He likes to infect children in order to expand the size of the werewolf pack.

Fenrir glanced at the two people in front of him, ignoring the sarcasm in their words, and instead bared his fangs. "Wearing an invisible cloak doesn't seem to be your style, Dolohov, Rookwood."

As 'old friends', Fenrir knew these two very well. After all, they were subordinates who fought for Voldemort together and were both Death Eaters.

Dolohov, whose full name is Antonin Dolohov, is a loyal and cruel Death Eater, and one of the first wizards to follow Voldemort. What he wants most is Voldemort's advanced dark magic.

During the First Wizarding War, he and other Death Eaters killed Ron Weasley's two uncles and tortured countless wizards who opposed Voldemort.

Dolohov had a pale, twisted face with dark hair, but the most striking thing about him was his unmistakable hooked nose.

As for Rookwood next to him, his full name is August Rookwood. He is a staff member of the Department of Mysteries of the Ministry of Magic and also one of Voldemort's undercover agents in the Ministry of Magic.

Half of Rookwood's face was covered with scars, which were left in previous battles. His dark magic was not particularly powerful, but the information he provided was of great use to Voldemort.

"We are out here on a mission, so we can't be too conspicuous, so as not to be targeted by those Aurors." Dolohov looked around carefully and said in a grim tone.

"Any news about the adults?!" Fenrir's eyes flashed with a gleam.

"Yes." Rookwood nodded slightly, and then he spoke. "This is the main reason why we contacted you. The adult is very weak now. He needs to constantly change the carrier of the baby to survive. We need you to find more babies as soon as possible."

"This is not a big deal." Fenrir smiled.

"The survival time of Muggle babies is getting shorter and shorter. What we need are wizard babies. Only children with magical powers can resist the souls of adults." said Rookwood.

"Wizard baby?"

Upon hearing this, Fenrir subconsciously exchanged glances with the two werewolf companions behind him, looking somewhat embarrassed.

"Those wizards won't be willing to let werewolves get close. If we make too much noise and disturb the Ministry of Magic, then those Aurors will round up our tribe again."

"That's not something you should consider." Rookwood frowned. "I think you should be able to distinguish between the priorities, Greyback."

Hearing this, Greyback lowered his head slightly. Although he was several times stronger than the two guys in front of him, he still didn't dare to disobey them.

Fenrir was not afraid of them, but the people behind them.

Seeing their leader like this, the two werewolves behind Fenrir naturally had no objections. They continued to remain silent and stood stiffly in place.

"You don't need to worry too much. The wizarding world right now is much more chaotic than you think. Even if you snatch a few babies, the Ministry of Magic won't keep a close eye on you - they don't have any extra manpower."

Hearing Dolohov's words, Fenrir's ferocious face showed a trace of surprise. He was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help asking in a deep voice, "What's going on? Do the other Death Eaters have any plans?"

As a race that is hated by everyone in the wizarding world and is at the bottom of the contempt chain, the werewolves have been hiding in the mountains and forests for too long. Fenrir has no idea what is happening in the British wizarding world at this time.

Then Rookwood laughed. "It has nothing to do with us. It seems to be some other force. Rumor has it that Hogwarts has been attacked. Even Dumbledore has personally issued a warning to the International Wizarding Guild."

Fenrir was slightly startled, and a look of disbelief flashed across his face.

Although he is the leader of the werewolves and an extremely powerful being, the stronger he becomes, the more he understands the gap between himself and Dumbledore's level.

Since this matter can cause Dumbledore such a headache, it is obvious that it is enough to threaten the safety of the world.

"It doesn't matter. The bigger the trouble they make, the better. We can take this opportunity to resurrect the Lord as soon as possible." Rookwood sneered.

"So, you should have found a way to resurrect the master?" Fenrir licked his dry lips.

Dolohov nodded. "Why else do you think we escaped from Azkaban at this time? No one would pay attention to us now, including Dumbledore."

"What about the others? How many of them escaped?" Fenrir asked again.

"This is not your concern. What you need to do now is to find more bodies for the adults, preferably wizard babies. I want you to do this yourself."

Rookwood's voice carried an unyielding command, and he glanced at the two werewolves behind Fenrir and continued.

"As for your people, gather them together as soon as possible."

"Are there any other tasks?" Fenrir raised his head.

Rookwood tilted his head slightly, his expression gloomy and almost dripping with water. "We are not the only ones who escaped this time. The black dog also escaped. You have to find a way to deal with him."

(End of this chapter)