Magical Studies at Hogwarts

When everyone in the Ministry of Magic works hard in one place, the efficiency is still very high.

As long as these people who still have justice in their hearts can give them a highly feasible plan, they can still explode with great power.

A dragon, Dumbledore, and the Order of the Phoenix, it doesn't look like they are going to lose.

On the third day after the meeting with Dumbledore, almost all the Ministry of Magic was mobilized. For the first time, they devoted all their strength to launch a full-scale counterattack, searching for traces of werewolves all over the UK. If they found any traces of werewolves, they would directly take out their wands and start fighting, regardless of life or death.

This immediately blinded the werewolves. They were killed on the first day and dozens of them were captured.

After receiving the news, Greyback was furious. He told no one and directly asked the remaining local werewolves and the foreign werewolves to join together and launch a counterattack.

Facts have proved that even with the help of people from the Order of the Phoenix, the people from the Ministry of Magic are still at a disadvantage in terms of combat capabilities. In the same day, the Ministry of Magic also lost more than a dozen people.

Not dead, but all bitten.

However, this just caught the Ministry of Magic off guard. After all, not everyone knew that there were foreign werewolves. After the Ministry of Magic regained its footing, the werewolves were left to take beatings.

"Faster, faster!" Greyback shouted loudly, leading the remaining hundreds of werewolves to run quickly through the dense forest.

"Hurry up! The giants are not far ahead!"

There was a new scar on his face, which was left by the eldest son of the Weasley family. He was undoubtedly angry, but he had no chance to fight back and could only lead the werewolves to flee.

It is true that he could apparate away and run away, but doing so would mean that he would automatically give up his identity as the leader of the werewolves.

In the history of history, no werewolf leader has ever abandoned his tribe!

His pride would not allow him to do such a thing.

By now, Greyback also knew that he had fallen into a trap, and he regretted that he did not report to his master and young master and directly led the tribe to fight back. Yes, Voldemort gave him the right to "act cheaply", allowing him to attack at will and cause riots

, but when the Ministry of Magic takes a comprehensive counterattack, it really should not fail to ask for instructions.

In the final analysis, I was still impulsive.

But Greyback has no regrets! Even if he is in such a mess now, and his tribe has been forced to flee by the Ministry of Magic, he has no regrets.

It’s not the werewolf who regrets it!

Scrimgeour regretted it a little bit, but it was because of insufficient preparation in the early stage. The dozen colleagues who were bitten could have been completely avoided. But the same sentence remains: there is no undead person in war?

"Minister, we're almost there."

A young Aoluo ran over and said excitedly. But Scrimgeour just nodded, indicating that he understood and waved his hand to let him return to his place, and turned to the old god next to him.

The two old guys said: "Gentlemen, get ready."

The location they were in was the place they had agreed upon, right in front of the dark forest. Going further north through the forest was where the giant tribe was.

Hearing this, Dumbledore looked far away, and could already see the werewolf faintly at the entrance of the valley. He nodded to Newt next to him, and upon seeing this, Newt put the suitcase flat on the ground.

"Wait a minute!" Just as he was about to open it, Scrimgeour grabbed his hand.

"Wait until they all come in."

Newt didn't object, he stood up again and waited quietly.

Scrimgeour watched the werewolves rushing into the valley with a gloomy expression. It was not until a dazzling red light rose high at the mouth of the valley and then suddenly exploded that he shouted: "Now!"

Hearing the sound, Newt immediately raised his hand to open the suitcase, and then without any hesitation, he quickly ran back with Dumbledore and Scrimgeour. With Dumbledore's magic, they were back in the big house in the blink of an eye.

In the army.

At this time, a huge dragon was soaring in the sky.

"roar!"

The roar of the dragon was deafening, and its huge wings, which were more than 20 meters long after unfolding, left a huge shadow on the ground. The werewolves stopped unconsciously, and a touch of despair appeared on their faces.

"run!"

Greyback shouted, but as soon as the werewolves turned around, the scorching dragon flames fell from the sky and quickly spread towards the mouth of the valley.

Screams, screams, curses, English, French, German and even Dutch, all kinds of sounds mixed together, echoing in this valley like a version of purgatory.

The giant dragon was circling and spitting out flames. In just a short moment, half of the werewolves were buried in the sea of ​​fire forever. The remaining three or three gathered together and worked together to build a shield to resist, and they didn't know whether they would survive.

How long can it last?

Outside the valley, Dumbledore had closed his eyes, but Newt was still open, but he just stared blankly at the dragon that was still venting flames in the air.

Scrimgeour opened his eyes wide and looked around at the people from the Ministry of Magic. Some of them had their eyes closed, some were trembling, and some even fell to the ground and fainted. His face was ashen, he turned around directly, and touched his throat lightly with the wand.

Go up and say softly: "Destroy them!"

In an instant, the sound overwhelmed the roars and screams of the dragons in the valley. Greyback also heard it, but before he could remind him, spells flew over from all sides like rain.

"Thunderbolt explosion!"

"The flames are blazing!"

Faintly, some sounds of chanting curses could be heard, but to these remaining werewolves, it didn't matter what kind of curse it was.

They have completely lost the ability to fight back and can only hold on to the protection and wait for death.

The screams started again, and the werewolves fell one after another. Greyback's eyes were splitting, but there was nothing he could do. He could only watch his group die either from dragon fire or from magic.

"ah!"

Greyback looked up to the sky and roared, and actually gave up his protection. He waved his wand wildly to help those werewolves who still persisted to resist the incoming curse.

"Come together! Everybody come together!"

He ran non-stop, shouting as he ran. Those who heard the shouts continued to maintain protection while trying their best to keep up with his pace.

Gradually, all the living werewolves gathered behind him. Taking advantage of the fleeting breathing time, he looked back and saw that only sixty or seventy people were left.

"Get out! Let's get out!"

Greyback sullenly ran out of the valley, but the number of werewolves behind him was still decreasing. Before he ran very far, there were only thirty or forty left.

At this time, a distant dragon roar came, and the giant dragon in the sky suddenly closed its mouth, flapped its huge wings and flew north, finally landing in the dense forest. At the same time, the magic spells struck from all around.

Also stopped.

Seeing this, Greyback couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief and looked around with red eyes. The surviving werewolves had the same expression, and some even collapsed on the ground, breathing heavily.

Dumbledore finally opened his eyes, and Newt was no longer around him. He looked at Scrimgeour calmly, and saw the gloom on his cold face.

There is even a hint of ferocity and distortion.