"Are we looking in the wrong place?" Lokana whispered, with confusion on his face.
"No, look over there." Atif said softly.
Different from the monotony and dark forest in the previous ten minutes, the front of the two people's field of vision suddenly became wider.
The bright moonlight shines on this forest clearing, which is at least half the size of a Quidditch pitch. This is not a naturally formed depression. Nearly a hundred thick trees were cut in half, and the smooth sections fell together with those of others.
The canopy looks like everything happened in an instant.
Just as Atif and others received the news, most of the werewolves in Europe were indeed gathered here.
Hundreds of black and gray beast shadows wandered among the broken piles, howling towards the burning bonfire in the center.
In the light of the sky, a vague figure loomed, calmly using magic spells to drive away the surging waves of werewolves.
There was a lot of frost remaining on the tree crowns and crossbars around, and the small puddles reflected the moonlight. In addition to the werewolves who were wandering around the campfire looking for opportunities to bite, there were at least thirty or forty werewolves lying in every corner of the site.
, wounds all over the body or limbs showing unnatural distortions.
During the brief interval between the two of them talking, another werewolf was "thrown" out from the front like a rag doll.
Lokana and Atif were about to take a few steps back to get out of the way of the unlucky guy who was knocked away by the spell, when they heard a series of dense footsteps behind them, as well as the friction sound of the skirt of the robe being lifted up quickly.
.
Without thinking or looking back, Atif quickly shouted to his side: "Get down!"
He grabbed the guy who was still holding the camera stupidly and wanted to capture it, and dragged him to the ground with the camera.
"Collapse!"
More than a dozen voices shouted at the same time.
Immediately afterwards, a dazzling flash suddenly lit up.
Atif felt all the hair on his neck stand up suddenly.
He raised his head slightly and saw streaks of burning red light passing over their heads. Most of them hit the "unlucky guy", while a small part staggered and branched off during the collision, hitting the thick and sturdy people around them.
On the tree trunk, it was bounced farther away——
"Stop!" a familiar voice shouted angrily, "British guys, what do you bastards want to do?!"
The rain-like spell suddenly stopped, and Atif climbed up from the ground slowly, grabbing his old friend who was still lying on the ground.
Behind him, his deputy Ballard was leading a group of Turkish Aurors to confront the British wizards. Both sides' wands were aimed at each other, while the French, Azerbaijanis, and Greeks were surrounding them further away.
Involved in the conflict between the Aurors of the two magical governments.
"Sorry, we were in a hurry just now, after all-"
"I'm fine, those guys' spells are as slow as my grandma washing cotton socks..."
Atif raised his hand and patted the dirt on his body, then looked coldly at Cornelius Fudge and the others.
"When this incident is over, the Turkish Ministry of Magic will seek an explanation from the British side and force them to cross the border."
As the director of the Turkish Auror Office, he was very aware of the trajectory of those curses just now. If he and Lokana had not dodged just now, at least two or three stun curses would have "accidentally" hit them before hitting the werewolves. This kind of
Atif is all too familiar with the dirty tricks.
A few years ago, when wizards from the former Soviet Union's Ministry of Magic Internal Affairs encountered them, similar "accidental injuries" would occasionally occur on both sides.
"The situation is urgent. Hey, friend, you don't want to be bitten by a werewolf, right?"
Cornelius Fudge shrugged his shoulders, took the initiative to put down the wand in his hand, and said in a rather regretful tone.
"I thought you would be grateful for our timely help. After all, our British Aurors did knock down an evil werewolf who was about to attack you and the editor-in-chief of "Magical Times". I said before, the werewolf in the moonlight
It's very dangerous, you must have experience..."
"Be the first to...defeat the werewolf? It's a pity——
Atif snorted softly and pointed at the fire in the distance and the werewolves huddled beside the tree stumps, losing their fighting ability.
"The protagonist tonight is not me, nor the Turkish Ministry of Magic, nor the gentlemen of the British Ministry of Magic - before we arrived, a powerful wizard had taken control of this battle, and I don't think North Korea will resist."
What experience does it take to chant a curse with a corpse?"
In fact, Atif didn't need to remind him at all. The eyes of the Aurors from various countries who arrived one after another had already fallen on the figure beside the bonfire.
If faced with a werewolf alone, most wizards present would have the confidence to escape unscathed, or even defeat the opponent head-on.
But when the number of enemies increases dozens of times, let alone werewolves, even unarmed Muggles, wizards may not be sure to survive their attacks - in the Middle Ages, a dozen Muggle farmers
There is a chance to capture or even kill an adult wizard.
But now, there were more than a few dozen werewolves wandering around the edge of the bonfire, attacking frantically. At a glance, there were at least hundreds of them.
What's even more frightening is that even with such a huge disparity in numbers, the mysterious wizard hiding in the firelight can still repel the werewolves without killing them. Anyone who has participated in several missions can
Luo Dou knows the huge gap between "arrest" and "killing".
If a wizard can deal with hundreds of werewolves with ease, then he can also easily bring down dozens of Aurors.
"What should we do now?" Lokana asked, looking ahead with a solemn face.
"Well, anyway, we can't stand here and wait for that gentleman - or lady to get rid of all the werewolves." Atif said, "I will ask the Aurors to control the werewolves along the way in order to prevent them from becoming violent.
Even if he hurts people, he still needs help after all...Oh, my God——"
Before Atif could finish his words, he suddenly felt a powerful magic power condensing in front of him.
"Be careful!" He hurriedly pulled Lokana back, "That might be-"
"What could it be-"
Cornelius Fudge raised his eyebrows and turned his head to look not far away in confusion.
The originally distant fire exploded in an instant, and the red flames swallowed up the open space almost instantly.
boom!
boom!
boom!
The faint blue flames exuding the aura of death also rose up in the surrounding woodland one after another, intertwined with some mysterious laws, and weaved into an extremely complex "flame spider web", with the faint blue and golden red flames intertwined.
It rises up, as if there is a fire dragon soaring in it.
And he, a group of Ministry of Magic Aurors, and the werewolves in the open space happened to be the prey that was divided and trapped in the grid.
"Everyone, please don't act rashly! Don't phantom at will! You will die!"
Just when Cornelius Fudge was about to pull out his wand and try to extinguish the flames, he heard the frightened and even panicked sounds of the French Aurors, mixed with a bit of crying. Among the Aurors of other magical governments except the United Kingdom,
There was also temporary confusion.
"This, this is... Merlin, damn it - why does this magic appear here..."