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Chapter 1531: An Unchanging Outcome
Chapter 1531: An Unchanging Outcome
"There's no need to make this into a tragic affair, the situation isn't as dire as you think."
Someone suddenly patted Neville on the shoulder, offering a reassuring smile. "Trust me, they're not as fragile as you believe."
Neville turned, a bewildered expression on his face, to see a grinning Neilson Tobin. And with that, he understood everything.
"So, our real task here is to block this viaduct and create an opportunity for you?" Neville said, speaking in a language that most present couldn't understand.
For some reason, Neville felt a wave of relief wash over him, but soon after, he felt ashamed of his moment of cowardice.
"Yes, according to Mr. Anderson, it would be best if we took advantage of tonight's events to clear out the werewolves coming from the other side of the viaduct," Neilson Tobin said, his tone as casual as if he were discussing squashing a bunch of bugs.
"This is also our contribution to the wizarding world." Noting the expressions on everyone's faces, Neilson cleared his throat. "On a regular day, it wouldn't be easy to weed out these troublesome werewolves from the population. Plus, killing every evil werewolf is a step towards preventing future tragedies!"
"You're right, this is a good opportunity to get rid of the werewolves, and we will finish them off," Susan agreed, taking a deep breath. "We can't afford to fail. We must win this Wizarding War!"
"I heard that after this, there's another tough battle awaiting us," chimed in Simon.
"Yes, the remaining Death Eaters will launch an attack on the castle, so let's take care of these werewolves quickly," Neilson Tobin said, his eagerness for battle barely restrained. He had guessed that Albert's primary reason for sending him here was to eradicate these werewolves.
While Neville Longbottom had a firm resolve, he might not be able to handle the psychological toll of killing hundreds of people.
Only someone who hated Death Eaters as much as he did would truly be unaffected by such things. Perhaps that person was also waiting for him to tire of killing and let go of his hatred, but Neilson Tobin didn't think he could easily set aside his vengeance.
Hannah, who had just taken the earmuffs from Neville, spoke up. "We're not as weak as you think. We chose to be here, and we're prepared for what's to come."
"I know. Alright, everyone, get ready. Keep an eye on my signal. And before we face the werewolves, we'll have to deal with the Dementors," Neville said, holding two flags in his hands. He motioned for the others to help Neilson Tobin attach the potted Mandrakes to the brooms so that he could execute his aerial bombardment later.
However, Neilson Tobin was already prepared. He pulled out a leather bag from his robe pocket and gestured for the others to stuff the Mandrakes into it.
"That guy really has thought of everything," Neville thought to himself.
Soon after, Neilson, carrying most of the Mandrakes, mounted his broom and disappeared with a Disillusionment Charm.
Neville's intuition told him that Neilson was still nearby, waiting for the opportune moment to strike. After all, they would first need to deal with the Dementors, and the Disillusionment Charm would be useless against those evil creatures of darkness.
While encountering a swarm of Dementors alone could be dangerous, most of the group could cast Patronuses, and they knew how to drive away those pesky beings.
Time ticked by slowly, and waiting was always an arduous task.
However, even as they waited for the Dementors to appear, Neville went over the plan in his mind, ensuring that the upcoming battle would go without a hitch.
Their task was simply to create an opportunity for Neilson Tobin, and Neville wasn't worried about that at all. With the Mandrakes' cries, they could easily stall the werewolf charge without taking on much risk.
Indeed! They should throw the Mandrakes onto the viaduct ahead of time and give the incoming enemies a nasty surprise, rather than waiting for them to appear.
The only problem with this approach was that they might not be able to use the Mandrakes' cries to kill all the werewolves who made it onto the viaduct.
After all, the range of the Mandrakes' cries was limited, and at most, they would only be able to knock out the enemies on the outskirts.
But to ensure the plan's success, Neville decided to throw the Mandrakes onto the viaduct beforehand. Even if they couldn't kill those werewolves, they could always destroy the bridge and send the entire pack tumbling to their deaths! Neville's decision was spot on, for the red sparks that lit up the night sky signaled that the werewolves had gone mad and were charging into the viaduct.
From the moment they entered, it would only take them a little over a minute to sprint to the end of the bridge. With the Dementors charging ahead, Neville's group would have a hard time mustering enough energy to stop the werewolf onslaught, ultimately resorting to hastily summoning the Mandrakes.
When nerves were frayed, mistakes were more likely to happen.
Especially when faced with werewolves even more frenzied than they had anticipated and spells flying everywhere, it was only natural for errors to occur.
As the werewolves sprinted forward, they wildly waved their wands, launching attacks at the defenders at the end of the viaduct, unaware that their fate had been sealed moments before.
While the barrage of spells did destroy the statues and suits of armor Neville's group was using for cover, it also led the werewolves to make a critical misjudgment, especially as they saw their targets scrambling to flee. The lead werewolf felt a surge of triumph.
However, they didn't realize they had walked right into their enemy's trap, especially when they heard a most peculiar cry.
The werewolves, rushing frantically towards the exit, suddenly went blind and fell face-first onto the viaduct, their fate uncertain.
The werewolves behind had no idea what was happening and could only be pushed forward by the throng, stumbling blindly before falling under the influence of the Mandrakes' cries. They resembled nothing so much as waves crashing helplessly against the shore, a truly spectacular sight.
This unexpected turn of events left Neville's group stunned.
They had probably never imagined that those arrogant werewolves would be dealt with so easily.
It was simply unbelievable.
As more and more werewolves fell to the Mandrakes' cries, their bodies piled up on the viaduct, forming a strange obstruction that hindered the progress of those still running.
This wouldn't do—they had to act before the werewolves realized what was happening.
So, Neville immediately changed the plan. He raised his wand and fired a green spark downward, signaling to the house-elves hiding below to blow up the viaduct and bury the werewolves along with the bridge.
He was confident that this series of unexpected events would buy enough time for Neilson Tobin's deadly bombardment.
(End of Chapter)
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