The Return to Hogwarts

"Give up, Graybury, you can't escape."

Another gain for Graybuck tonight was Remus Lupin.

The traitor was unlucky; after escaping, he collapsed in the woods, where Graybury took advantage of the situation.

"Shut up, traitor!"

Greyback grinned grotesquely at Remus under his arm, revealing an ugly, wolfish sneer.

"If I'm destined to die today, I'll make sure you die before us. Of course, I don't think you need to be so pessimistic. I heard you're working for Dumbledore now, right? Maybe he'd be willing to spend some money to ransom you from me!"

Remus's head slumped limply, his body was covered in wounds, and blood dripped from his cheeks.

Faced with Greyback's outlandish idea, Remus only slightly twitched his eyelids and mumbled something in a barely audible voice.

"You're insane, Graybury."

As the werewolf pack crossed a ridge, the world before them became clear. At the edge of their vision, a glimmer of hope filled the werewolves, including Greyback, with immense joy.

The centaurs don't have the ability to teleport, so once they leave the Forbidden Forest, the werewolves have plenty of ways to escape their pursuit.

Without Greyback urging them on, the werewolves howled excitedly and charged toward their hope of survival. At the same time, the centaurs, realizing that the werewolves were about to escape, also went into a frenzy. Arrows and wooden spears rained down, most of them aimed at Greyback's back!

Clang!

Greyback cleaved several spears in two with a backhand swipe, then gave a provocative smile to the furious Ferenze and his men.

Since the werewolves entered the Forbidden Forest, these centaurs have been trying to exterminate them, but in the end, they still failed to achieve this goal. Although the werewolves suffered heavy losses tonight, their methods of restoring their population are far superior to those of the centaurs.

"Ha, we'll meet again, mules!"

Greyback laughed heartily, and the next second, he was the first to rush out of the dark primeval forest and into the moonlit wilderness.

The werewolf emerged from the Forbidden Forest not far from Hogsmeade. To the west, all the way to the horizon, lay fields cultivated by the villagers of Hogsmeade. To the east were rolling hills, and on a hillside in front of them stood an old house, which helped Greyback determine his location.

"Those with wands, Apparate away; the rest, revert to human form and infiltrate Hogsmeade. These centaurs won't storm the wizarding territory!"

Greyback pulled out his wand and called out loudly. At his prompting, the werewolves reverted to their human forms. Those with Apparition abilities prepared to teleport away, while the rest rushed towards Hogsmeade, ready to take advantage of the chaos.

A series of crisp explosions rang out at the foot of the mountain where the wind howled. Amid the centaurs' angry curses, one after another, including Greyback, they disappeared into thin air, while the pursuing centaurs could only watch helplessly as the werewolves abducted their companions!

"Stop, you despicable scum!"

Bane let out a feeble roar, and his arrow pierced a werewolf who was charging towards Hogsmeade. The werewolf, who had suddenly lost consciousness, was sent flying by the powerful force of the arrow, tumbling through the air.

boom!

But then, something strange happened.

An invisible barrier seemed to appear in the air, and the werewolf's body, still in mid-air, crashed into the barrier with a thud, falling to the ground with a freefall trajectory.

This was just the beginning. The werewolves, who were rushing toward Hogsmeade, couldn't stop in time and crashed into the transparent barrier one after another. They were all terrified, howling and pounding on the walls, not understanding what was happening.

"How is this going?"

Upon seeing this, the centaurs stopped at the boundary between the Forbidden Forest and the mountains. The anger on Bain's rugged face subsided, replaced by astonishment.

"This is a wizard's magic—"

Ronan pawed at the ground with his forelegs, looking around anxiously.

"But it's unclear who it is."

Pop, pop, pop!

The centaurs were wondering who had stopped the werewolves trying to escape when, in mid-air, the werewolves who had just teleported away reappeared and fell to the rocky ground.

Greyback's face still held a hint of elation; he thought he was out of danger. But when he saw the surrounding scenery and the centaurs staring at him strangely in the distance, his expression froze. Fear and unease churned in his pale yellow vertical pupils.

"what happened?"

Greyback sternly questioned his subordinates who had also been repelled by the void.

"I don't know—"

A lame werewolf glanced at the wand in his hand and said blankly,

"I was planning to go to Anglesey Island, but I don't know why I'm back here?"

Unease forced the werewolves to gather together again, and they talked amongst themselves, looking as panicked as stray dogs.

The werewolves, whose stealth attempt failed, brought back several kidnapped centaurs. Bain, looking disapproving, was about to rush forward to rescue his brethren, but Ferenze stopped him.

"Wait, Bane, don't be impulsive!"

Ferenczer stood in front of Bain and said solemnly,

"It seems a powerful wizard is preparing to judge these vile dark creatures!"

"But who is it?" Ronan asked, slightly out of breath. "Who could have done all this?"

"As far as I know, only one human wizard can do it."

Ferenc said cautiously.

"Look, there's someone there!"

Finally, one of the werewolves glanced at the sky by chance, pointed at the void under the blood moon, and roared in terror.

At his prompting, all the werewolves and centaurs looked in that direction. The delirious Remus slowly raised his head, and when he recognized the solitary figure standing alone in the moonlight, Remus chuckled softly, but a hint of sorrow lingered in his laughter.

"Ha, Greyback, the werewolves' end has come."

Chapter 313 That's against the law.

2023-06-05

The chilling winds rushing down from the snow-capped mountains mingled with the warm currents of the Atlantic Ocean, raging across the wilderness outside Hogsmeade. A chilling atmosphere filled the air. In the sky, beneath the blood moon that resembled a millstone, someone stood suspended in mid-air, their slightly cold eyes looking down upon the werewolves, who were as restless as ants about to face a storm.

Who is that?

Many werewolves whispered among themselves, while Greyback questioned Remus Lupin, and then he received his answer.

Amosta Blaine?!

Some things are top secret outside, but they are not secret in the Forbidden Forest adjacent to Hogwarts, especially since Hogwarts has a gamekeeper who is particularly fond of sharing.

Last year, he solved the Basilisk in the Chamber of Secrets in Slytherin. This year, he passed the review of the Ministry of Magic and the Board of Governors and was appointed by Albus Dumbledore to the important position of Director of the Office of Student Safety.

But why is he here? Could it be that he is acting on Dumbledore's orders?

In an instant, these thoughts flashed through Graybury's mind. He stared intently at the young man standing in the void. For some reason, a premonition of impending doom suddenly welled up in his heart, and unconsciously, he shielded Remus in front of him.

"Chief, what should we do?"

The werewolf who had first discovered Amostall approached Greyback from behind and asked anxiously.

Greyback's animalistic instincts told him that this young wizard, whom he had never dealt with before, was definitely not someone to mess with. If he could, he would rather not have a conflict with him. But he was not one of those foolish idiots. Amosta Blaine's sudden appearance here and his unimaginable efforts to prevent them from Apparating away were certainly not to give the werewolves a farewell party!

"We didn't harm any of the little wizards in the castle tonight!"

Greyback's hoarse voice echoed across the wilderness as he roared at Amosta Blaine.

"We have no conflict with Hogwarts!"

In the vast and desolate world, something even colder than the biting wind appeared: murderous intent.

The werewolves, with their keen intuition, sensed the fierce and undisguised killing intent. Their faces showed fear, and they trembled as they gestured with their wands in the air, but not a single werewolf dared to cast a spell.

"Your Mightiness!"

Greyback gritted his teeth and questioned...

"We have no conflict, so why are you stopping us from leaving?"

"Greyborough--"

The melodious, slightly languid voice overwhelmed the howling wind across the wilderness, like the whisper of a deity, carrying a powerful and awe-inspiring force.

"Haven't you been looking for me all this time?"

Still searching?

Upon hearing this, Greyback looked bewildered. He didn't understand why he needed to find the Hogwarts Head of Student Safety. They had no connection whatsoever, hadn't they? The werewolves had been trying to find all along...

"escape."

His pale yellow vertical pupils dilated to the point of almost bursting in an instant. Cold sweat poured down his forehead, and he murmured absentmindedly. However, the wind was too loud, and his subordinates behind him did not hear his instructions. They huddled around him anxiously, asking him questions.

"escape!"

The agonizing screams of terror from the liver and gallbladder became the only sound in this desolate world.

"Escape back to the Forbidden Forest!"

Greyback roared with all his might, ignoring the screams of his men. He simply hoisted his only trump card, Remus Lupin, onto his shoulder, leaped into the air, and planned to hide back in the complex terrain of the Forbidden Forest!

hum!

At this moment, the gods descend.

The blood moon that illuminated the world and the stars that shone under the night sky suddenly dimmed, and two large purple moons slowly rose above the black night sky.

A pressure as substantial as the deep sea suddenly descended, freezing Graybuck in mid-air, like a mosquito struggling helplessly inside amber about to solidify.

"Not a bit of progress--"