From Azkaban to Hogwarts.

"That's not bad, otherwise I wouldn't dare bring those guys here. They're clumsy and can never get things done properly."

Moody's words were harsh, but his eyes still held a hint of boastful pride—not just any wizard could follow his investigation and keep an eye on a bunch of werewolves; in fact, the Aurors had even offered a lot of help.

“Too much modesty is a form of boasting, Professor Moody, but I really want to see how they perform—when will they make their move?”

“Wait a little longer,” Moody said with a rather sinister smile. “These werewolves, led by Fenrir Greyback, are nocturnal, so they’re having breakfast right now. We’ll make our move as soon as they’ve finished eating…”

As expected of you—even a lion uses its full strength to hunt a rabbit.

William looked at him with admiration, then called Harry and the others to get ready to rest.

-

"Ambush and kill a werewolf?"

Harry could hardly believe the conversation he had just overheard.

Just two hours ago, he and Ron were talking about video game consoles in the room until the professor showed up.

But what the professor said at the time was, "With the consent of Mr. Black and Professor Lupin, I will be taking Harry to a banquet."

Is this what you call a banquet?

He looked around at the Auror tents in disbelief, and at Moody sitting among them, his head still spinning a little.

Merlin's socks, he's only in fifth grade, hasn't even taken the OWLS exam yet, and he's already here to participate in a small war?

But the three professors seemed to think there was nothing wrong with it, and even Sirius Black had an eager look on his face, as if the professors' arrangements were perfectly reasonable and he should come and take the exam.

“Harry, follow me and we'll attack from the left.”

“Professor Moody, you and Sirius attack from the right.”

"The remaining Aurors attacked from the front and set up spells to prevent Apparition."

"Professor Luping, you're here to block the way out—there's no objection to this arrangement, is there?"

"No problem, let's see how their training goes."

Moody nodded, agreeing on behalf of the Aurors—he didn't see anything wrong with it, much to the astonishment of the Aurors who accompanied him…

Why can't I be with Harry?

Sirius looked at William with a puzzled expression, only to receive a look from William that seemed to say, "Don't you know why?"

Therefore, there were no further objections to the plan.

-

"It's like a ghost... It wants to kill someone, it wants to bite someone..."

Fenrir Graybuck grew increasingly agitated in his tent, but could only vent his unease by destroying things.

"Someone's attacking!"

The completely irregular sounds caused chaos in the camp—they had just eaten their first breakfast after a day of sleep, and their stomachs were so full that they couldn't think of anything else to do.

To be precise, even without breakfast in their stomachs, they didn't know what to do—they had seen so many villages attacked that when it came to their own attack, they suddenly became just as helpless as those people.

"What's the panic!"

Fenrir Greyback kicked open the fabric of his tent, even tearing off half of it. "Those with wands, pull out your wands! Those without wands, prepare your teeth and claws!"

"Does the fact that you can't fight without transforming?"

"I want to see—what is this?"

He cried out in alarm. One side of the camp was collapsing rapidly, the hard ground was turning into a swamp, and the tents that had been erected were being easily swallowed up into the swampy land.

"Kill that bastard who used shapeshifting!"

After a moment of stunned silence, he immediately understood what was going on and ordered his men to rush in that direction. However, as the men surged toward that direction like madmen, they suddenly turned back like a receding tide, running frantically toward the center of the camp. In front of where they had started their charge, several werewolves were covered in a layer of shimmering ice, which sparkled in the setting sun.

"Damn it—it's an Auror, when did they get a wizard like that?"

Greyback was a little embarrassed—because it was a temporary camp and they were even planning to move there in a few days, the camp hadn't been properly protected, which was why the opponent's shapeshifting magic could achieve such an effect.

"How many have come? Which side should we take down first?"

Just as this question flashed through his mind, the tent on his right began to catch fire.

"A wizard has launched a sneak attack, and Moody is inside!"

The werewolf on the right cried out loudly, for the honor of being the gatekeeper of Azkaban was not something to be boasted about.

'Moody'?'

Fenrir Graybuck began to have second thoughts—no dark wizard was afraid of Moody.

Over the years, Moody has proven himself with one brilliant record after another. Hiding away might take him a little time, but going up to fight is just feeding kills.

If the current situation was orchestrated by Moody, and considering the presence of that unseen Transfiguration expert, then…

Not to mention the Aurors who might be hiding somewhere—Moody actually shamelessly called for help, so naturally the Aurors were bound to be there too.

It's true that he enjoys being cruel to others, and it's true that he enjoys torturing and killing people in front of his subordinates—but he never wanted to be the one to be tortured and killed.

'Run...'

'As long as I'm not caught, there's hope... Yes, I am the hope for the rebellion against the wizards. I can't just let Moody capture me and send me to Azkaban.'

'As long as I'm alive, there will always be plenty of werewolves. A few more attacks on villages, and there will be another wave of werewolves…'

'That's right, that's right, I'm the most important!'

"Don't panic, the one on the right is fake, Moody must be on the front. I'll go twist his head off and use it as a toilet!"

"You guys block the left and right sides, I'll go and have a go at the number one Auror!"

He shouted at the panicked Lang people, and taking advantage of their subconscious execution of the sudden order, he lowered his body, crouched down, and began to run backward.

'Let those idiots try to catch them! There are so many werewolves!'

-

Lupin stood behind the tree, his hand holding the wand trembling slightly.

This is the best observation point behind the werewolf camp, according to both Professor Moody and Professor William.

At the same time, this is also a little further forward from the limit of the Aurors' temporary Apparition Restriction Charm—as long as he is defeated, Greyback can escape and return to the afterlife.

"You really think highly of me, Professor William."

Lupin gave a wry smile, but he didn't think there was anything wrong with the arrangement at all.

After he was bitten, he was in pain for a long, long time, but he didn't hate the werewolf who bit him at all.

Because he knew just how easy it was to control that desire—the other person might just be an unfortunate soul, since there was no wolfsbane potion back then, and werewolves couldn't control themselves.

But he was wrong. Inadvertently, he finally learned the identity of the guy who bit him and turned him into a werewolf—it was Graybury.

That bite wasn't accidental; it was a deliberate attack.

To be precise, for Graybuck, each attack was a deliberate act.

He specifically targeted children, planning his attacks meticulously for each full moon.

He tried to stop him, but failed—many werewolves were under Greyback's control, and he couldn't hurt the guy on his own.

But today was different. Not only did Greyback run away as expected, but he also abandoned all his companions in a betrayal—Lupin could clearly see him from his position, his bent-over figure looking as ridiculous as a stray dog.

"It really is... just like Professor William said, this guy can't be cruel to himself."

Lupin exhaled, and with a gentle wave of his wand, he launched the first spell with an extremely elegant motion.

As Greyback ran, his wand flew straight up and landed beside Lupin.

Greyback twisted his head in confusion, his face showing obvious fear.

But the wand's interaction didn't stop. A thin bandage rapidly extended and wrapped around Greyback's ankle. Before he could stop running, he was immediately pulled down, falling face-first to the ground. He then struggled and cried as Lupin dragged him up the small hill.

"Please, no, no..."

In that short time, Graybury burst into tears and began to beg for mercy in a sobbing voice.

But just as it got close, the creature leaped up as if to pounce on its own wand, then suddenly changed direction and snapped its jaws into Lupin's calf.

"Hehehe...you're finished, you're finished...just wait and you'll end up like me!" Graybury's face was full of maniacal laughter—he had bitten too many people, and seeing that he couldn't escape, he used the rest of his life to leave behind a curse comparable to the full moon.

He didn't believe he would be released, so he decided to drag someone else down with him.

"Waiting to be hunted down and scorned—"

Graybury's face showed horror; he had cursed this face countless times in the Daily Prophet.

"Ugh…"

With a sigh, Lupin closed his eyes and waved his wand—just like the rumors circulating at school, the more courses you take to combat dark magic, the more you'll learn about it.

"It seems our worries were unnecessary..."

William, hiding in the shadows, shook his head and nudged Sirius, who had been chased over by Moody. "I need to check on Harry's studies. You go help Moody and let Lupin have some peace and quiet..."

Chapter 578 Aftermath

"He collapsed to the ground, completely unconscious!"

Harry quickly chanted a spell, stunning another werewolf. Then, he swiftly slid his foot, making himself glide a short distance, preventing the belated attacks from even touching him with the Ironclad Charm.

He now understood why Transfiguration was a separate course—it was just too ridiculous.

The entire area had turned into a swamp, but with his decent Transfiguration skills, he could restore or freeze the swampy area with some effort, and even spend some more time erecting a sturdy earthen wall that could block magic out of thin air.

That's all possible, but the werewolves on the other side couldn't do that—they were helpless against the swamp created by William's transfiguration and could only wade through the mud and become Harry's live targets.

'Looking at it this way, it's not actually that difficult... but we still need to be careful...'

After casually knocking out another werewolf, Harry suddenly had the idea to use Transfiguration to make the distant swamp deeper in order to trap his enemies.

It was a bit difficult, but Harry managed to finish it.

The werewolf at the forefront slipped and was sucked into the mud, sinking deeper and deeper. He cried out in terror for help.

His cries for help only garnered a little assistance—most of the werewolves who followed him thought there was something wrong with the swamp ahead. After cursing the shameless person who created the swamp in their hearts, they began to flee in a sorry state.

Only one werewolf, with whom he usually had a good relationship, hesitated before picking up his wand and casting an inflation spell on the werewolf who was stuck in the mud. This inflated him into a balloon, preventing him from sinking. However, he looked ridiculous, as if he were a balloon stuck in the mud.