Hogwarts: From Selling White Peppers to Becoming a God

Chapter 155 A Great Humiliation

Diagon Alley, Watchers Wizard Security Shop.

The staff had been sent home a day earlier. Although some Aurors were eager to arrest them all, Crouch's reputation had already suffered considerably, and he dared not do anything that would inevitably draw a lot of criticism.

The security store was locked at the moment, and Murphy's wanted posters were posted on the door and on both walls.

This created a desolate atmosphere in the surrounding area, making it unapproachable for strangers, and consequently, the businesses on both sides also experienced a significant decline in sales.

However, upon closer inspection, one can discover many pairs of eyes secretly watching this place.

Across the street is a coffee shop, and in the distance are ice cream shops, broom shops, etc. There are always one or two customers who linger. They seem to be picking out goods, but their eyes will occasionally glance in the direction of the security store.

But in places they couldn't see, hundreds or even thousands of eyes were also watching them.

On Charing Cross Road in London, Murphy, wearing a baseball cap and a loose jacket, strolled along the street like any other Muggle youth.

He wore an eye patch over his right eye, casually tossed a gold coin in his left hand, and wore a very distinctive gold coin-shaped earring on his right ear.

"On the right, on the second floor of the café, there's a man in a green robe, and next to him, a woman reading a newspaper..."

"On the left, at the Owl Shop, on the rooftop, this guy used an illusion charm. Next to the red flag, see that flag that doesn't flutter in the wind? It's been caught..."

"In the alley south of the ice cream shop, there's an old man selling flowers; his magic wand is hidden in the flower basket on his right..."

"Are they all marked?"

A voice came from the earring, "Marking complete. The wolf pack is ready to move at any time. The pack requests permission from the alpha wolf to kill."

"Yes, life and death are not important. But try not to involve the innocent."

"The wolf pack understands."

……

On the other side, Radwan used Fairy Coins to give his team members tactical instructions.

"Team One, take care of the café. Team Two, deal with the guy at the owl shop and take the high ground. Team Three, near the ice cream shop. Team Four, the broom shop."

"Attack simultaneously in three minutes. Check your watches!"

Soon, the team members replied through the fairy coins, "Team One is ready, Team Two is ready..."

"To reiterate, our goal is to paralyze the Auror system as much as possible. Ideally, we should bite it and severely injure it without killing it. There is no cure for Aurors' wolf fever."

"Try to avoid using firearms, but if necessary, prioritize self-defense. Understand?"

"clear!"

"action!"

……

On the second floor of the coffee shop, Grace Carter picked up her now-cold coffee for the 106th time and brought it to her lips, glancing out the window out of the corner of her eye.

no change.

It seems Murphy won't be showing up today either.

He calculated the time for his shift change, thinking that maybe he could treat Doris to a drink at Three Broomsticks today. They'd been on edge for the past couple of days and needed to relax.

At this moment, two unfamiliar wizards came upstairs. One was complaining about the Dementors they had encountered earlier, while the other was spouting nonsense about the Aurors, saying that they were not even as good as the Watchers.

Hmph, don't you even know who's protecting the safety of you bunch of idiots!

Grace cursed inwardly, scoffing at this guy who was so easily swayed by the newspapers.

Grace lowered her guard, thinking they were just two ignorant idlers. A truly dangerous enemy wouldn't so openly speak ill of an Auror.

The two wizards sat at the next table; one looked at the menu, while the other continued to chatter.

Grace tried to ignore the foolish gossip, but couldn't help keeping an eye on her companions. Doris had only recently joined the Auror and was still quite impatient; she hoped their idle chatter wouldn't provoke her and cause any trouble.

At that moment, the two unfamiliar wizards stood up simultaneously, each taking a syringe from their clothes and injecting it into their arms, followed by a loud shout: "Moga!"

Grace was startled and quickly moved away from her spot, grabbing her wand and pointing it at the two people. Upon closer inspection, she was shocked.

Suddenly, the two wizards' bodies swelled to more than twice their original size, their clothes burst open, their hair grew thicker, their mouths stretched out, and their bodies arched. Within seconds, they transformed into werewolves in full view of everyone.

The sudden turn of events startled the other wizards on the second floor, who screamed in alarm. But the werewolves ignored them, and one of them fixed his gaze on Grace.

not good!

These guys are from the Aoro clan!

Grace was both terrified and utterly bewildered. It was daytime! And not a full moon! How could a werewolf in disguise possibly appear?!

But he was well-trained and knew how difficult it was to deal with werewolves in their transformed forms, especially two of them. He immediately shouted, "Doris! Retreat!"

However, before he could even use his Phantom Transformation, suddenly there was a loud crash as if something had smashed the glass window behind him. Before he could turn around, a sharp claw slammed into his waist, sending him flying more than two meters away.

A three-headed werewolf?

These guys actually know how to use tactics?!

Before falling into a coma, Grace was still full of doubts.

When a werewolf transforms, doesn't it lose its rationality?

At the same time, the werewolf on the other side, under the influence of Doris's spell, bit her shoulder.

In a single encounter, the two well-trained Aurors were successfully ambushed by the three werewolves.

The same scene was playing out in other parts of Diagon Alley.

The once peaceful Diagon Alley was instantly transformed into a hellish place ravaged by werewolves.

The howls of wolves rose and fell, but after just over three minutes, everything fell silent. All that was left for the Aurors who rushed to their aid was a scene of devastation, with fires raging everywhere and streets shattered.

……

"Six days! Seven attacks! Nineteen Aurors bitten by werewolves! St. Mungo's is almost full of our people!" In the office of the Director of the Enforcement Division, Barty Crouch roared madly, throwing a newspaper at Gadwin Robards' head.

"Look at how they're cursing us! A complete rout! Weak and incompetent! Running away in panic..."

"A humiliating disgrace! A truly humiliating disgrace!"

The werewolf attacks not only caused panic in the wizarding world but also humiliated the Aurors, further damaging Barty Crouch's already diminished reputation.

Now, let alone challenging for the position of Minister of Magic in this year's election, it's questionable whether he can even keep his current position.

"Where did these damn werewolves come from?!"

"We...we're investigating..."

"We're investigating, we were investigating yesterday too!" Barty Crouch looked at him with exasperation. "Six days, and you haven't found a single clue?! What kind of chief of staff are you, the Auror?!"

"Those werewolves are different... They can transform at any time, turning into humans in an instant. They're impossible to guard against, Chief..."

Barty Crouch slumped into a chair, clutched his chest, and rubbed it for a while.

"waste!"

Gadwin Robards is a piece of trash, I've known that for a long time, and I shouldn't have had any expectations of him.

"Where's Murphy? Has Murphy Darkholm been caught? Are you also completely unaware of his whereabouts?!"

In fact, if you just think about who benefits from attacking the Aurors now, you'll know that the mastermind behind those werewolves must be that young dark wizard Murphy.

Although he still couldn't figure out how he got those werewolves to obey his commands, or how he made them transform at any time.

But with the intuition of a former outstanding Auror, Barty Crouch immediately grasped the truth.

"He hasn't shown up in those shops...and for some reason, our Deep Ones haven't replied either..."

As Gadwin Robards was speaking, he suddenly noticed his boss's face had turned as black as the bottom of a pot, and quickly added, "However, we suspect that a hospital has opened in Diagon Alley and is controlled by Murphy..."

"Hospital?"

"Yes, it's called the Salvation Wizard Hospital. They now specialize in treating wolf disease..."

"Furthermore, Chief, the injured Aurors are no longer at St. Mungo's; they've all gone to the Saviors' Hospital..."

"What?" Crouch was stunned. "But you said this hospital is controlled by Murphy..."

"We only suspect...we don't have any evidence yet..."

Barty Crouch immediately pictured a scene in his mind: Murphy feigning compassion as he treated the Aurors bitten by werewolves, while the Aurors were filled with gratitude towards him...

His heart was pounding so hard he could barely breathe.

So you're even trying to poach talent from the Auror headquarters, huh?!

What a disgrace! What a disgrace!

"Come on! Take me there quickly!"

(End of this chapter)