Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

more than ten?

Kingsley lowered his voice: "It can only be said that they are indeed werewolves, and they can gather such a large number under the nose of the Ministry of Magic."

Harry gave him a strange look. "Since when did the Ministry of Magic have a werewolf?"

Kingsley opened his mouth and thought carefully, but he couldn't find anything to refute.

"The Ministry of Magic is different now." He clenched his fists. "Mr Thicknesse is a man of action."

"I hope so." Harry waved his wand.

The magic power surged, and the transformation spell twisted, creating several simple traps at the entrance of the crypt.

"How to lure them out?" Kingsley leaned forward, "I go in?"

"Don't bother." Harry shook his head.

He took out a firework and commanded it to float into the entrance of the crypt. When it was almost out of sight, he chirped and the fuse was lit.

After a while, there was a muffled "bang" in the crypt.

The fireworks exploded, and extremely rich golden-red smoke rolled out of the crypt.

"This is?" Kingsley was pleasantly surprised.

With years of Auror experience, he could see how useful this thing was.

Even if there is a corresponding spell, it is difficult for most Aurors to cast a smoke spell of this standard.

"George and Fred's invention." Harry took another one out of the hat and threw it to him. "They said it was a small prop used to enhance the party atmosphere. Of course, it could also be a prank prop."

"See the flap on the top?"

Kingsley looked at the little thing in his hand. It was round and potato-like, with exaggerated cartoon images of George and Fred on it. The two held a silver griffin statue high together - they originally planned to put Harry in it too. Go up, just can't convince.

At the very top, there is a small silver clasp.

He nods.

"The cover can be opened." Harry introduced while staring at the crypt, "You can put some small things in it, such as pepper powder, chili powder and so on."

"The method of use is also very simple."

"Just ignite the fuse on the tail, there is a four-second reaction time."

Kingsley continued to ask.

"Here we come!" Harry said quickly.

In the crypt, a figure jumped out, stepped on the trap, and made a whoosh—the vines entangled the man's feet and hung him up, hanging at the entrance of the crypt like dried bacon.

"Thunderbolt explosion!"

Almost immediately, a werewolf drew his wand, pointed it outside, and cast a spell.

Still others supplement it with Obstacle Charms, Transfiguration Charms.

Roughly destroy the remaining traps outside the crypt, and carefully test the situation outside the crypt, in full swing and orderly.

"Slightly surprising." Harry commented simply.

Kingsley echoed: "Most of them have no orthodox education. They are really surprised to have a magic wand and learn these spells. I should tell Mr. Scrimgeour when I go back."

"I mean." Harry interrupted him, "their quality is much better than the Aurors I've seen."

Kingsley was startled, took a deep breath, unable to refute.

"Werewolves who have no ability are already dead." Sirius said, imitating Harry to look forward, but he couldn't see anything, "Remus told me that no matter good or bad, they can survive All werewolves are cunning and powerful."

"Catch them now?" Kingsley was eager to try, trying to prove to the Auror.

"No hurry, let's see how many they have." Harry shook his head.

"Can you see clearly?" Kingsley tried his best to stare. The forest was pitch black. Like Sirius, he could only hear some vague movements, but couldn't see anything.

"Sixteen, seventeen." Harry counted, "I have slightly better eyesight than average."

Kingsley tried to look again.

It was pitch black, and the moonlight could not provide him with enough vision.

He turned to look at the serious Harry.

This kind of ability should be born as an Auror!

"Don't look at me with that strange look." Harry turned his head and looked at him, making Kingsley shudder.

The bald man was about to retort.

Harry didn't give him a chance, and continued, "There are nineteen werewolves in total, and we should be glad we didn't reach twenty."

"Greyback is here too."

"Leave it to me to deal with, don't accidentally injure it, you have to live."

"Be careful."

Several people should go down.

Harry stood up and waved forward: "About a hundred yards ahead, don't worry too much that we will be spotted by them now."

a hundred yards?

Kingsley looked at Harry even more surprised.

The range of vision of a normal person during the day is almost at this level. How can Harry have such a wide range of vision at night in a harsh environment with only moonlight?

outside the crypt.

"Brother, I found it. It's this thing." A short wizard crawled out of the crypt, holding a ball that exploded into two halves in his hand.

Greyback reached out and took it, staring at the thing.

He hasn't seen it.

It doesn't look like anything threatening, with fancy livery, two gigantic, smirking faces, and a long string of words: "The Weasley Brothers' Joke Workshop."

"Wesley, brother, joke, job, shop." Werewolf's language literacy is usually worse than that of wizards, and he struggled to spell out these words, "Do you know what these are?"

The werewolves looked at each other.

A person probed: "I, I seem to have heard of it, it should be Weasley's Joke Workshop, a place similar to Zuko's Joke Store, which specializes in selling some prank toys."

"That kind of childish trick of a little wizard?" Greyback smiled contemptuously, and was about to drop the things in his hand, "It must have been accidentally thrown by the little wizard of Hogsmeade. It's really good news. I haven't seen it for a long time. Talk to the little wizard."

"Brother Weasley is Harry Potter's best friend!" cried a werewolf.

"Good friend?" Greyback was taken aback, his expression became flustered, and he reacted, turning his head to look in the direction of Hogsmeade, "Harry Potter? You're already here?"

Werewolves with wands were shooting spells everywhere.

Greyback raised his wand aloft, turned his head nervously, and looked around.

He shouted doubts in his words, but he was very sure of his conjecture.

Led by Harry, a group of people who came from the woods were stunned.

Sirius stared at Kingsley.

The bald man raised his hand with an innocent expression.

Harry thought for a while, and after putting a layer of the Quen Seal on himself, he simply walked out from behind him: "You didn't find me, but you are sure that I have come, tell me why?"

Greyback was taken aback, and he turned around in a panic: "Lion-like eyes, it really is you, Harry Potter!"

"Why are you so sure I'm coming?" Harry looked at him, frowning slightly.

This gave him a bad feeling.

Greyback smiled triumphantly: "All your thoughts can't be hidden from our great godson."

"Godson?" Harry raised his eyebrows, pointing his wand at him, "You werewolves still have a godson in common, who knows divination magic?"

"Of course not!" Greyback subconsciously argued.

But he quickly realized something and shook his head: "The godson said that he is not allowed to reveal his identity."

"He also told me not to talk to you too much."

"Potter, just give up!"

He took a deep breath.

The wand was aimed at the moon, and in the blink of an eye, a false full moon lifted into the sky.

They roared, screaming sharply and screaming in their throats, their bodies swelled, their hair gushed out, and on days when the moon was not full, they began to transform into werewolves.

Harry immediately raised his wand.

To pieces!

The curse fell on the false moon phase, blowing it to pieces and annihilating the breath along with it.

But it's useless, they have been deformed, and their aura is even more violent than the normal state under the full moon.

"It's a good thing we didn't bring Remus." Sirius began to rejoice, "otherwise we would have to deal with twenty werewolves now."

"You try your best." Harry waved his wand, and the adjacent woods twisted at the same time. They sprawled out, and a fence separated the werewolves, so that the three of them could face a werewolf alone as much as possible.

"They each have one head? Would it be dangerous?" Kingsley looked back, waved the Transfiguration Curse, and a pair of big muddy hands jumped out, grabbing a werewolf who was rushing towards him.

"They are no worse than Aurors." Harry drew out the Snake Bone Sword, his steps were deft, and the sword flower turned.

With a puff——

Cut off the head of a werewolf, and rolled on the ground, the bloody smell failed to make the group of irrational werewolves retreat, and made them more animalistic and more brutal.

Greyback bounced in the fence.

He seemed to still maintain a certain degree of wisdom, he did not attack rashly, he roared in a low voice, and gave instructions.

And aside.

Hermione waved her wand, and the Transfiguration Spell was cast one after another, turning stones and wood into obstacles, and the magic spell called out a throwing knife, stabbing at the werewolf fiercely.

Ron was much more panic-stricken. While circling the fence, he was blocked by the Obstacle Curse. In his hands, the Transfiguration Charm set up traps, and the Weasley fireworks that were thrown out without knowing what effect they had. .

Neville and the werewolf dealt with each other, and the spell formed an obstacle, looking for a gap for himself, seizing the opportunity, and the steel stabbed out.

None of them are afraid of werewolves.

This ruthless and ferocious beast couldn't compare to one-tenth of the sense of oppression Harry gave them in actual combat.

This surprised Kingsley.

Many top seventh-graders with an "O" in Defense Against the Dark Arts would not fare as well in their first encounter with a Dark Arts creature - theory is one thing, practice is another .

Especially Neville.

Among the three little wizards, he was the most contemptuous of the werewolves, but became the fastest to deal with the werewolves. His strikes were precise and deadly, and the coordination of spells and sword skills was a little rusty, but it couldn't be easier to deal with these irrational beasts.

Ron was flustered, but he could solve it faster than Hermione.

Harry gave each of them another werewolf.

at this time.

A silver owl flapped its wings and landed on Kingsley's shoulder.

Tonks exclaimed, "Director Scrimgeour's patron saint, did he find us sneaking out?"

The owl cooed and whispered something to Kingsley, causing his expression to change drastically.

I went to the hospital today, a little late, and there is another chapter tonight.

Tooth extraction tomorrow!

There is a saying, wisdom teeth must be extracted as soon as possible.