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 are still righteous can give them a highly feasible plan, they can still explode with great power.

A dragon, Dumbledore, and the Order of the Phoenix don'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 Britain.When he found out, he took out his wand and started to fight, life or death.

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

Greyback was furious after receiving the news, and without telling anyone, he 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, people from the Ministry of Magic are still at a disadvantage in terms of combat capabilities.On the same day, the Ministry of Magic also lost 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 position, the werewolves were left to take a beating.

"Hurry up, hurry up!" Greyback shouted loudly, leading the remaining hundreds of werewolves to run slowly through the dense forest.

"Slow down! The giants are far behind!"

I have a new scar under my face, given to me by the younger Weasley son.I suspected that I was angry, but I had no chance to fight back, so I could only lead the werewolves to flee.

It is true that I can apparate away and run away, but doing so means that I automatically give up my identity as the leader of the werewolves.

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

My pride is also in allowing me to do things like that.

By now, Greyback also knew that he had fallen into a trap, and he regretted not reporting it to his master and grand master before directly leading the tribe to fight back.I was wrong. Voldemort gave me the right to "act cheaply" and let me strike out and cause riots at will. But when the Ministry of Magic launched a comprehensive counterattack, I should have asked for instructions from the subordinates.

In the final analysis, I was still impulsive.

But Greyback regrets it!Even if I am in such a mess now, my tribe has been forced to flee by the Ministry of Magic, and I have no regrets.

The one I regretted was a werewolf!

Scrimgeour had no regrets at all, but as long as the later preparations were sufficient, these dozen colleagues who were bitten could have completely avoided evasion.But here’s the sentence again: How can there be no death in war?

"Minister, it's too late."

A young and weak Ao Luo ran over and said with some excitement.Scrimgeour just nodded, indicating that he understood, and waved his hand for me to return to my place. He turned to the two old guys beside him and said, "Gentlemen, get ready. "

Our location is the place we agreed upon, right behind the White Dark Forest.Further north through the forest is where the giant tribe is.

After hearing this, Master Dumbledore looked into the distance and could already faintly see traces of the werewolf at the mouth of the valley.Nodding to Newt next to him, 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 we all retreat."

If Newt had any objection, he stood up again and waited quietly.

Scrimgeour watched the werewolves rush back from the valley with a helpless expression. It was not until a dazzling red light rose low at the mouth of the valley and suddenly exploded that he shouted: "Now!"

Hearing the sound, Newt immediately raised his hand to open the suitcase, and then ran forward slowly with Young Master Dumbledore and Scrimgeour.Without Master Dumbledore's magic, we were back in the small army in the blink of an eye.

At that time, a huge dragon was already flying in the sky.

"Roar!"

The roar of the dragon was deafening, and its huge wings, which were more than seventy meters long before unfolding, left a huge shadow on the ground.The werewolves stopped consciously, with a look of despair on their faces.

"run!"

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

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

The giant dragon was circling, constantly spitting out flames. In just a short moment, half of the werewolves were buried in the sea of ​​fire forever.The remaining eight or eight people gathered together in twos and twos, and worked together to hold up a barrier to resist, knowing how long they could hold on.

In the valley, Master Dumbledore had closed his eyes, but Newt was still open, but he just stared blankly at the dragon that was still releasing 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 shaking, and some even fell to the ground and fainted.My face turned livid, I turned around, put the wand under my throat, and said in a serious tone: "Destroy us!"

For a moment, the voice actually overwhelmed the dragon's roar and screams outside the valley.Greyback also heard it, but before I could remind him, the curse flew over from Qi Zhou like rain.

"Thunderbolt explosion!"

"Burning flames!"

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

We 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 down one after another.Greyback's eyes were splitting, but he had no choice but to watch helplessly as my tribe died of dragon fire or magic.

"what!"

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

"Come together! Everybody get together!"

I stopped running for a moment, shouting while running.Hearing the shout, he continued to maintain protection and tried his best to follow my pace.

Gradually, all the living werewolves gathered in front of me.Taking advantage of the fleeting moment of respite, I looked back and saw that only [-] people were left.

"Get out! Get out!"

Greyback sullenly ran towards the valley, but the number of werewolves in front of me was still increasing.After running a long way, only eighty or seventy were left.

At that time, a distant dragon roar came, and the giant dragon in the sky suddenly closed its mouth, flapped its huge wings and headed north, landing first in the dense forest.At the same time, the curse that had hit him for seven weeks also stopped.

Seeing this, Greyback breathed a sigh of relief and looked around with red eyes. The surviving werewolves also had the same expression. Some even slumped directly on the ground, breathing heavily.

Young Master Dumbledore finally opened his eyes, and there was Newt next to him.Looking at Scrimgeour helplessly, he saw the brightness under my cold and cold face.

There is not even a hint of ferocity or distortion.