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Chapter 1670: A War with No Victors (One Hundred and Twenty)
Chapter 1670: A War with No Victors (One Hundred and Twenty)
"How many werewolves is this now?"
In the darkening night, a figure approached on a broomstick, illuminated by the light of a hovering lantern.
"This is the thirteenth," came the reply.
Truman peered downward, where the light of the lantern revealed a werewolf firmly bound by sturdy vines.
"Those guys really know how to keep us busy," someone nearby muttered.
"Don't get too chatty over there," another voice called out. "If it breaks free, who knows how long it'll take to catch it again."
Kenneth descended from the sky on his broomstick, his wand raised as he eyed the restrained werewolf. The other young witches and wizards followed suit, their wands at the ready.
"Stun it!" they shouted in unison.
A series of dazzling red flashes erupted, striking the bound werewolf below.
Undeniably, werewolves became more resistant to spells after their transformation under the full moon. Common spells were often ineffective against them, but that didn't mean they were completely immune. Especially when faced with multiple witches and wizards, even thick-skinned fire-breathing dragons could be taken down by the Stunning Spell, let alone a werewolf. As expected, the werewolf collapsed, unconscious.
Once the werewolf was securely bound and had passed out, several witches and wizards skilled in Transformation Spells raised their wands and proceeded to bind the creature to the ground. Even if it regained consciousness, it wouldn't be able to free itself from the earth.
As for gathering the captured werewolves together, well, that could wait.
After all, it was still a full moon, and moving the werewolves posed a significant risk. Not to mention, it would be a waste of time—a task better left for the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic to handle come daylight.
"This is never-ending," Truman grumbled, turning his head toward the direction of the howls. "I wonder how many are left."
"I think there are almost twenty werewolves in total," a familiar female voice said from the darkness.
"How do you know that?" Truman asked, surprised.
"Albert mentioned it. If there aren't any Death Eaters mixed in, there should be around twenty werewolves in the area," the voice replied.
"If Albert were here helping, we'd probably get this done faster," one of the young women yawned. "Pulling all-nighters is terrible for the skin."
"If he were here, do you think we'd be this relaxed hunting werewolves?" Shannon checked a newly received message. "Let's go. They've spotted another werewolf."
"What do you mean?"
"It means that without Albert's presence, those hiding in the shadows are kept in check. Otherwise, tonight might bring more than just werewolf troubles." Shannon frowned slightly as she gazed at the red and green sparks blooming in the night sky to her right.
"Looks like something's happened," someone said.
Red sparks indicated the discovery of a werewolf, while green sparks signaled the presence of an enemy. When both colors appeared together, it meant something unusual had occurred, but the situation wasn't urgent.
"Let's go meet up with them," Shannon suggested, and the group nodded in agreement, urging their brooms forward in the direction of the sparks.
They weren't too concerned about ambushes. Ever since Albert had defeated Voldemort, he had become a powerful deterrent to anyone with ill intentions.
That elusive seer, no one knew when he might suddenly appear and deliver a devastating blow.
As the group approached the location of the werewolf-tracking squad, they soon understood what had transpired.
There were three werewolves here, an unusual sight. Stranger still, these werewolves were already bound by chains.
What was going on? Was it a trap, or was the enemy toying with them?
The group exchanged glances, their wands at the ready as they scanned their surroundings.
"I don't know," one of them said.
"We didn't encounter any enemies, so it's probably just a diversion," another added.
"Let's be cautious anyway," Shannon advised.
"How should we handle this?" someone asked.
All eyes turned to Shannon, who was leading the group in Fred and George's absence, as they had other tasks to attend to.
After assessing the situation, Shannon opted for the most cautious approach.
"Use the Blasting Curse to blow them up," she instructed.
Whether or not this was a trap didn't matter.
Their goal was to deal with the werewolves, and whether they captured them alive or not depended on the circumstances. When faced with a potential risk, the prudent choice was to avoid taking chances.
Shannon's suggestion was quickly and unanimously approved. Their own safety always came first.
And so, with a deafening blast, the three chained werewolves below were blown to pieces, their remains scattering across the ground.
However, for those riding broomsticks high in the night sky, the gory details were mercifully obscured.
As for whether this had been a trap, it no longer mattered after the werewolves' demise. Shannon and her companions promptly took to their brooms and departed.
Before leaving, Shannon sent a message to Albert, who was holding down the fort at Avalon, explaining their course of action.
It was probably just a diversionary tactic! Albert's response to the message: Avalon's surroundings should be clear of other witches and wizards unless they're extremely skilled at casting shielding charms to block his human presence spell, or if a Dark Wizard is hiding among the red dots, but that seemed unlikely. After all, a lone attacker would be signing their own death warrant.
"I wonder how Harry's doing," Ginny said suddenly, her eyes fixed on the red dots on the map before them.
"The Ministry has their hands full. This mess won't be easy to clean up," Albert replied, his attention divided between the map and the communication quill he was using to coordinate with the others. Though Ginny was assisting, her mind seemed elsewhere.
It was frustrating that they couldn't establish contact with the Aurors on the front lines at the Ministry, and their communication with the busy Percy was limited to receiving Kingsley's urgent messages.
Albert had kept his word, convincing the residents of Avalon to aid in the werewolf hunt. Fred and George had even taken it upon themselves to help those within their circle who were dealing with werewolf troubles.
Yes, they were prioritizing their own.
After all, they were all in this together, and it only made sense to take care of their own first.
As for the other unfortunate souls, well, they'd get to them when they could.
To quote George, "We'll have to wait until we've dealt with the werewolf problem before we can spare the time to help them."
Kingsley couldn't argue with that, especially since Albert's group had been a tremendous help in taking out numerous roaming werewolves.
Moreover, Kingsley was stretched thin himself.
While the werewolf crisis seemed to be abating, the situation on the ground remained dire.
Death Eaters were throwing werewolves into densely populated areas, and the unfortunate Muggles who were bitten or killed were causing unrest in the Muggle world.
How were they going to calm this storm?
Were they going to blame it on a rabies outbreak?
(End of Chapter)
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