The smell of blood, steel, and plant sap mixed together, exuding a disgusting and unpleasant smell.
The pungent heat of gunpowder that filled the humid air was gradually dissipating. The intensive shooting lasted for more than half an hour. The guns and ammunition scattered in this werewolf settlement had long been exhausted, but this secret magic battle with one against a hundred was all.
It has not come to an end.
Now, Lockhart only has his wand and magic left, and around him, there are at least nearly twenty active werewolves.
Many of the werewolves had blood, scorch marks, and frost remaining on their fur, but their roars became more fierce and sharp, and their attacks became more dangerous.
As time went by, the effect of Lockhart's magic gradually decreased, and the werewolves began to consciously avoid the spell. Even though the wounds on their bodies looked terrible, most of them did not affect their actions. Compared with the previous swarm, the wolves
The hunting method gradually emerged, and they continued to pounce on Lockhart in batches, eating away at his energy bit by bit with great patience, without giving him any time to breathe.
Unlike normal beasts or wizards, under the light of the full moon, werewolves' self-healing abilities and vitality seem to be endless.
"Faint, fainted——"
Lockhart yelled hoarsely, and he quickly turned around and waved his wand at the werewolf rushing behind him.
As time went by, he made more and more magical mistakes, and the multiple spellcastings that were originally as precise as gears inevitably became noisy.
He felt that his throat was about to catch fire, and the high-intensity magic confrontation was more tiring than he imagined. Part of this load may come from magic power and physical exhaustion, but more of it was presented in the spiritual realm that was more difficult to describe - he didn't
Knowing how long he had persisted, time had lost its meaning to Lockhart at this time. All he could think about now was to resist those werewolves as much as possible and persist until the "Eldest Lady" meeting was over.
The crimson curse beam was like a sharp arrow, but what Lockhart was worried about finally happened. The curse he just shot missed...
wrong--
These werewolves, they are getting smarter and smarter!
Lockhart looked at the black werewolf who was less than half a meter away from him. He could clearly see the cunning in his bloodthirsty eyes. The moment he raised his wand, the guy should have suddenly stopped in place.
After half a second, it quickly turned to take off. It was relying on prediction to avoid the curse!
The distance of half a meter was too close for a werewolf. Lockhart subconsciously took a half step back and raised his wand forward steadily.
More importantly...
Lockhart looked around with his peripheral vision. Three more werewolves rushed out from the shadows behind him on his left and right.
In this fast-paced spell suppression, once there is a casting gap that needs to be "replenished", the subsequent chain reaction is not just as simple as rushing. As for phantom movement and rapid spell casting... this kind of magic skill belongs to top wizards.
, and it’s still a bit far away for him.
"Have you reached your limit? It seems that I still overestimated myself——"
Lockhart sighed softly, and the second spell accurately knocked away the werewolf in front of him.
Immediately afterwards, he quickly turned his wand to repel the two werewolves on the left rear. The wand passed greatly in mid-air. Just as the last werewolf leaped into the air, it accelerated forward suddenly and flew over in one breath.
His head hit the thick branches and leaves at the other end of the dense forest.
But where his sight touched, more werewolves swarmed up like a tide, as if they had received the signal for a general attack.
Maybe... help will never arrive?
Wouldn't it be better if I didn't act heroic just now?
Lockhart looked at the werewolves pouring in from all directions, took a deep breath, and raised his sore arms.
Boom! Boom--
The rotten leaves and clods of soil on the ground suddenly exploded, and an invisible shock wave spread out in all directions with Lockhart as the center. The waves of dark brown soil rushed towards the werewolves in all directions, killing those werewolves in an instant.
The werewolf pushed to the end of the forest clearing dozens of meters away.
Uh-this?
Lockhart looked around and then at the wand in his hand.
Could it be that there is ancient magic power hidden in his body that he doesn't even know about?
"It's too early to give up now... Professor Lockhart."
Before the thoughts could arise in Lockhart's mind, a familiar voice quietly sounded in his ears.
"Dumbley——"
"Shh, don't talk. Now, while you are moving along with the scene, listen to us tell you about the arrangements for the subsequent performances."
At the same time, another familiar voice also appeared in Lockhart's ears, "Your performance before was pretty good, but the visual effects and sound and light effects were still a little bit worse. And you were still too heavy-handed.
Now these werewolves may not be able to last until the show starts..."
"Gale, maybe now is not the right time to discuss the severity of the attack and what to show -"
"Of course, of course, then you should explain it to Mr. 'The Hanged Man' first. I'll set the time back a little first."
It seemed to be raining lightly in the sky.
However, Lockhart soon discovered that the so-called raindrops were actually tiny specks of light.
The cool "raindrops" fell on Lockhart and penetrated in silently. He felt as if he was immersed in warm hot water, and the fatigue all over his body was instantly wiped away, but Lockhart did not let this happen.
I felt half relieved, because the raindrops also drifted towards all the painful and wailing werewolves in the forest. The wounds on their bodies began to heal visibly to the naked eye, and their wailing gradually began to become thick and angry...
"In about a quarter of an hour, most of the Aurors in the European wizarding world and reporters from mainstream publications will arrive here one after another."
The werewolves on the field seemed to be bound by invisible ropes. No matter how hard they struggled, they could not move forward even half a step. Amidst the roars of the werewolves one after another, Dumbledore's voice lingered in Lockhart's ears like a mask.
side, temporarily blocking out the noise outside.
"The ins and outs of this are rather complicated, and you can slowly understand them later. After the emergency meeting of the Grand Arcana, we agreed with the suggestion you made before: 'Rescue these werewolves trapped in Armenia as much as possible.' It's just a formality.
There will be certain changes in the process. Mr. Tower and I will gain some say for you tonight, well, enough say to allow the Aurors to discuss things with you calmly."
"As for the final result and the development direction of the entire incident, you are solely responsible for these."
"Now, I will show you the magic scenes that may appear later, as well as the corresponding spell-casting actions and spells for each magic. When the Aurors and reporters appear, the 'Tower' and I will release corresponding actions based on your actions.
The spell... Of course, the effects and scope of the magic are still under our control. The Great Arcana Council has only one request for tonight, please protect yourself and your ideals as much as possible."
"This is your battle, Mr. Hanged Man—"
…………
Meanwhile, where the forests of Türkiye and Armenia meet.
Even though we were far away, we could still vaguely hear howling wolves in the night wind.
"Looks like those wolf cubs are having a great time at the party tonight—"
Cornelius Fudge looked towards the dark forest and couldn't restrain his excitement, "Pull out your wand, gentlemen - the shadow of the werewolf that has been hovering in the European magic world for thousands of years is about to end in our hands!
Aurors from other countries have already set up a warning circle around us. When we arrest and knock down those werewolves, we will become the most shining in the European wizarding world..."
"I'm very sorry, folks at the Ministry of Magic - I've never heard of a warning circle."
Before Cornelius Fudge could finish speaking, a series of popping sounds suddenly sounded from all around.
More than twenty wizards descended from the sky and appeared in front of everyone from the British Ministry of Magic.
The wizards on both sides invariably took out their wands and pointed them at each other. The leader looked at Cornelius Fudge with an unkind expression, and the middle-aged wizard who interrupted him coldly was the Turkish magician who had just rushed over from the Leaky Cauldron branch.
Atif, Director of the Ministry's Auror Office.
"We can just leave those werewolves to us. The Armenian forest is very big and complicated."
Atif glanced at the number of British Aurors who were at least three times their number, and the corners of his eyes couldn't help but twitch slightly.
These damn British guys were indeed prepared. Such a huge number of people did have a chance to eat the "werewolf". If they hadn't received the news urgently, they would have almost let these guys take it away. They had worked hard to plan for several months.
results.
"Oh? I don't think so-"
Cornelius Fudge glanced at the Turkish Aurors falling from the sky and raised his eyebrows.
"In view of the previous achievements of our British Ministry of Magic, no one in today's magical world knows how to deal with werewolves better than us. If you change your mind temporarily and plan to join the encirclement and suppression team, we are naturally very welcome. After all,
——”
Click, click—
While Cornelius Fudge was speaking, a rapid shutter sound suddenly sounded.
He looked around in confusion and saw several wizards taking photos at the edge of the crowd with excited faces.
The Turkish Ministry of Magic... actually brought reporters with them?!
Cornelius Fudge frowned heavily. He would have known that he would have called the reporters from the Daily Prophet before setting off.
As a wizard who has worked in the magical government for decades, he is very aware of the deviations in news reporting by reporters from different regions. The more important point is that if there are reporters, then whether he is willing or not, the Turkish Ministry of Magic must be
The credit for the British Ministry of Magic needs to be shared.
"Well, I'm very sorry, sir - our minister has not communicated this to us before."
Atif glanced at the Aurors around him, stood in front of a group of British wizards, and spoke unhurriedly.
"Perhaps we can wait here for a while. Mr. Minister should be on the way. After all, this is a large-scale joint operation. Regarding the division of labor, whether it is the British Ministry of Magic or the Turkish Ministry of Magic, we should discuss it clearly before proceeding.
——”
boom!
Rumble!
At this moment, a muffled sound suddenly came from the forest in the distance.
The werewolf's howl broke out violently after a brief pause, mixed with sporadic explosions.
"Oops!"
"There's someone else in there!"
Connelly and Atif looked at each other, and instantly saw the same surprise and anger in each other's eyes.
Obviously, during the time they were entangled and negotiating, most of the wizards from other magical governments got there first. If the two parties continued to entangle, they might all have to serve as borders for the unknown "magical government".
Guarded.
"Everyone, set out immediately - someone has encountered a werewolf, we must help quickly!"
"There are too many werewolves over there, they need help!"
The wizards on both sides quickly reached an agreement and did not continue the confrontation at the edge of the forest. They hurriedly began to phantom in the direction of the sound.
You must know that at least ten magical governments are involved in this joint "Werewolf Suppression" operation.
Although the Auror headquarters of various countries had previously agreed that the time to take action was at dawn.
But judging from the current situation, it is obvious that there are more than one or two guys who plan to "escape in advance".
This is a milestone achievement that is rare in a century. Compared with sharing it with others, the temptation of exclusive ownership is too great.
With the huge sound and light of magic emanating from the Armenian forest, the various Ministry of Magic Aurors who were originally wandering at the edge of the forest finally could not restrain their anxiety and issued orders to set off - rushing into the forest with them, there were also
For those reporters who used various methods to come to the edge of the Armenian forest to collect information, the sparsely populated Armenian forest suddenly became lively and crowded.
At the same time, Lockhart, who was at the center of the vortex, heard Grindelwald's slightly excited whispers in his ears.
"Get ready, Mr. 'The Hanged Man' - the audience is starting to enter."