Chapter 580 Greyback’s Last Day

"The moon is almost full again..."

Fenrir Greyback woke up in his tent, feeling the growing wildness in his body - he had no scruples about it, and even liked it.

Climbing up from the simple bed made of wooden planks, he stretched his muscles and was quite satisfied with his current condition.

'Which village will you attack next?'

He squinted his eyes and calculated, and pulled a map from the bedside. He avoided the ray of sunset that filtered in through the cracks in the tent with disgust, and then patrolled the unmarked places.

He likes the full moon, even loves the full moon to death - only at this time, his desire to attack and that powerful force will fully emerge, allowing him to attack the wizard's village unscrupulously, ignoring their

Protection, successfully turned those wizard cubs into wolf cubs, and even kidnapped them.

Without a full moon, how could he expand his tribe?

Without a full moon, how could he infect more people?

Without a full moon, how could he become the leader of the werewolves, make them fear him, obey him, and then unite to infect all the wizards?

Just when he was thinking proudly of his great achievements over the years, the disobedient sunset pulled out the old man and shone directly into his eyes - this made him become irritable and walked towards the outside of the tent.

Shouted.

"Damn it, Pete, you forgot to seal up my tent again!"

A frightened child ran over with a panicked look on his face. His face was a little pale. He was so frightened that he didn't even dare to speak. He just half-knelt on the ground, hurriedly pulled up the tent, and then buried his head, not daring to say a word.

explain.

"waste."

Greyback stood up and gave the tent a sharp kick - after a short scream, there was no unnecessary noise outside, but the tent, which was slightly askew after being kicked, was straightened in a panic.

"You coward who doesn't dare to drink blood, you should be like that brat named Lupin, accept the collar put on you by the Ministry of Magic, and then make a living by licking the boots of those big shots like a pug!"

He cursed angrily outside the tent, but the more he cursed, the angrier he became.

That idiot Death Eater Umbridge and that tamed brat Lupine were the two people he hated the most during this period - the former passed a law related to werewolves, and the latter became the cover of the Daily Prophet

figure.

Both of these people reduced the number of werewolves who were willing to acknowledge him as the leader and attack wizards with him, which made his temper during that period even more violent than before.

Now that Umbridge was dead, but that Lupine was still alive and well, which made him even more annoyed when he mentioned Lupin.

'Trash, it's useless to compete one by one! Most of the tribesmen are bastards who only know how to steal, and the good and bad ones they catch are mixed, and few of them are useful!'

He sat down on the chair angrily—which village kid was that bastard named Pete from?

Why don't you go out there this time for a stroll, and maybe you can catch that kid's brother or other relatives?

He thought with some evil intentions, and couldn't help but reveal a cruel smile.

"Pete! My food!"

He shouted outside - a busy night was about to begin again, and he had to enjoy his delicious meal.

The thin child carefully pushed open the tent cloth and tried to block the rays of the setting sun with his body to avoid getting more scolding. He tried to keep his hands steady and put the food on the table without shaking at all with a pale face -

—The foot just now was really heavy, making it difficult for him to complete these movements.

"Uh-huh?"

Greyback sniffed the liquid in the cup, then changed his eyes, "There's blood, there's blood!"

"Nothing new..."

Peter answered fearfully, but in return he was slammed with the tray.

"Get a live chicken," Greyback gasped - ever since he woke up today, he felt like everything was going against him, which made him want to vent his anger by killing him.

He likes this, the more ferocious he is, the more obedient those wolf cubs are.

——

"Welcome, Professor William," Moody said with a barely complete smile on his incomplete mouth after completing the routine identity check, "it seems you are very well prepared."

"Of course," William put the potion back, "after all, the owner here is not very hospitable."

"It's not up to them now."

Moody nodded, then saw Harry behind him, "Give him an extra lesson?"

"That's right - there is no threat to him anyway. Besides, there are still two days until the full moon..."

"That's not bad, otherwise I wouldn't dare to bring those guys here. They are clumsy and always can't do things well."

Moody's words were very vicious, but there was still a bit of pride in his eyes - not just any wizard could follow his investigation and target a group of werewolves, and even the Aurors took the initiative to help.

A lot of busy work.

"Being too modest is a kind of showing off, Professor Moody, but I really want to see how they perform - when will they do it?"

"Wait a minute," Moody said with a rather strange smile on his face, "These werewolves headed by Fenrir Greyback like to stay out at night, so they are preparing to have breakfast at this time. Wait until they have just eaten

We’ll start when we’re full…”

As expected of you - the lion fights the rabbit with all his strength.

William had a look of admiration on his face, and then he called Harry and the others to prepare to take a rest.

——

"Killing a werewolf?"

Harry couldn't believe the conversation he just heard.

Just two hours ago, he and Ron were still in the room talking about game console-related topics until the professor showed up.

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

Is this called a banquet?

He looked at the Auror tents around him with some disbelief, as well as Moody sitting among them, and his head was still a little dizzy.

Merlin's socks, he's only in fifth grade, he didn't even take the OWLs exam, and he came to participate in a small war?

But the three professors all seemed to think there was nothing wrong. Even Sirius had a look of eagerness on his face, as if there was nothing wrong with the professor's arrangement and he should come and take the exam.

"Harry, follow me and attack from the left."

"Professor Moody, you and Sirius are attacking from the right."

"The remaining Aurors attacked from the front and arranged spells to prohibit disapparation."

"Professor Luping, you come and block the escape route - there is no objection to this arrangement, right?"

"No problem, just to see how they are training."

Moody nodded and agreed on behalf of the Aurors - he didn't think there was any problem, but he looked at a few accompanying Aurors a little dumbfounded...

"Why can't I be with Harry?"

Sirius looked at William doubtfully, and received a "Why don't you think about it" look from William.

So, there was no objection to the plan.

——

"What the hell... I want to kill someone, I want to bite someone..."

Fenrir Greyback became increasingly irritable in the tent, but he could only vent his inner uneasiness by destroying things.

"Someone attacked!"

A completely non-standard sound sounded, causing chaos in the camp - they had just eaten their first breakfast after sleeping all day, their stomachs were even a little full, and they couldn't remember how to prepare it for a while.

To be precise, even if they didn't have breakfast in their stomachs, they didn't know what to do - they just saw too much of the villages that were attacked, and when they themselves were attacked, they suddenly became like those people

I was at my wits end.

"Why are you panicking!"

Fenrir Greyback kicked open the cloth of his tent and even tore off half of the cloth. "Those who have wands, pull out their wands, and those who don't have them, prepare their teeth and claws!"

"Wouldn't you be able to fight without transformation?"

"I should like to see—what is this?"

He exclaimed, one side of the camp was collapsing rapidly, the hard land was turning into a swamp like crazy, and the tents that had been set up were easily swallowed up into the land that was converted into a swamp.

"Kill that transfiguration bastard!"

After being stunned for a moment, he immediately understood what was going on, and immediately ordered his men to rush over there. However, when those people rushed in that way like crazy, they suddenly seemed to retreat.

Like a tide, they ran madly back towards the center of the camp - in front of the place where they first sprinted, several werewolves were already covered with a layer of shiny ice, shining brightly in the setting sun.

"Damn it - it's an Auror. When did they have such a wizard?"

Greyback's face was a little confused - because it was a temporary camp and even planned to be moved out in a few days, there was no corresponding protection in the camp, so the opponent's transformation technique could achieve such an effect.

"How many have come, which side will be knocked down first?"
To be continued...