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Chapter 771: The Werewolf Act
Chapter 771: The Werewolf Act
The battle began abruptly, and it ended just as swiftly.
Before Newt could even draw his wand, all the werewolf-wizards present had lost their ability to fight back.
As calm returned to the surroundings, the forest seemed more lush, leaving no room to stand. Kyle and Newt could only balance themselves on sturdy tree roots.
Countless twisted roots and trunks tightly bound the bodies of the werewolf-wizards, looking like distasteful fruits hanging from the trees when viewed from a distance.
"It's incredible," Newt looked up at the trees that had swollen to five or six times their original size. "Is this the spell you learned from Ravenclaw?"
"Yeah," Kyle replied. "The Plant Expansion Curse, originally invented by Helga Hufflepuff to defend Hogwarts. She also created the Forbidden Forest with it... but the forest back then wasn't as vast as it is now; it was just a prototype."
"It's amazing," Newt said, patting a nearby tree root.
Usually, the Expansion Curse could enlarge plants, but it would also disperse their vitality. It was like blowing up a balloon—the bigger it gets, the thinner the surface becomes, while the weight remains unchanged.
Unlike the Expansion Curse Newt was familiar with, these tree roots felt vibrant and full of life, as if they had grown naturally.
But could ordinary larches really grow this big? Newt had never seen anything like it; they resembled giant wheels.
"This curse is actually best used with Devil's Snare," Kyle said.
"Devil's Snare?" Newt asked, puzzled. "Is there a difference?"
"Of course," Kyle said. "If it were Devil's Snare, its vines would actively entangle nearby creatures as they expand, saving me the trouble of directing them. It would save me a lot of energy."
Kyle held out his wand-holding hand. "To be honest, it takes quite a bit of effort to make these fifty-foot-tall trees flexible."
Newt could clearly see that Kyle's arm was slightly trembling, and a thin layer of sweat had formed on his forehead.
"Then why did you insist on using this method?" Newt was even more confused. "Dealing with these werewolf-wizards shouldn't be that difficult, should it?"
"But it's the coolest way," Kyle blurted out excitedly. "I've always wanted to try this, but never had the chance."
"Well, okay," Newt said, shaking his head with a smile.
To be fair, when this forest came to life, it was quite impressive. If it had been fifty years ago, he probably wouldn't have been able to resist learning it himself.
This spell was perfect for use in a forest; not only did it avoid damaging the trees or the environment, like other spells might, but it also increased the vitality of the plants. Nothing could be better than that.
And the place he had visited the most in his youth was the forest.
Unfortunately, he rarely ventured out nowadays. Aside from his age, the transportation departments of the Ministries of Magic in other countries had become increasingly efficient, and there were more and more ways to track magic items like Disapparition and Portkeys. It had become difficult for him to sneak around unnoticed.
"Okay, let's get down to business," Newt sighed as he walked over to one of the entangled werewolf-wizards. "What about them? Are they dead?"
"No... well, I don't think so," Kyle said, his tone uncertain.
"I could control it at first, but when there were too many of them, I could only manage to prevent them from attacking our own people."
Ever since Kyle's last visit to the Department of Mysteries, he had been cautious about taking lives, trying his best not to add to his blood debt.
However, being restrained in a fight against Death Eaters would put him at a disadvantage, so usually, he would ask the magical creatures in his box for help.
Including the last time in the tower, when it was the Pouch Panther who finished off the Death Eater with a well-timed Killing Curse.
This time was no exception.
As the two were talking, a sound resembling a cat's meow, but deeper, came from a nearby tree.
The panther first scratched its claws on the massive branch, then leaped down gracefully and nudged Newt's palm with its head.
"Oh, it's you," Newt said happily as he stroked the large cat's head. "How have you been lately? Happy?"
The panther's blue eyes turned to Kyle, and it nodded vigorously.
In fact, Newt already knew the answer. The pouch panther was not a creature that enjoyed quietude. Compared to its mundane life in the box, it undoubtedly preferred adventuring with Kyle.
The panther rubbed against Newt again before jumping over to Kyle's side and letting out a soft meow.
"Six in total... you took care of them in advance, huh?... Amazing..."
Kyle smiled and took out a meaty bone from his box, handing it to the panther.
"Make do with this for now. I'll roast a pork leg for you when we get out."
The panther's blue eyes shone brighter as it took the treat and jumped to the side.
"Kyle, what are you two talking about?" Newt asked, confused. "...Six? Taking care of them in advance? I don't quite understand."
"Oh, the pouch panther took care of six werewolf-wizards in advance," Kyle explained. "So, technically, I didn't kill them."
Kyle then briefly explained the concept of blood debt.
After hearing his explanation, Newt was stunned. He stood there for a while, unable to speak.
Wow, only Kyle could come up with such a bewildering strategy of letting magical creatures deliver the finishing blow, and only he could pull it off.
The same was true for the Wizarding War sparked by Voldemort over a decade ago; such things were inevitable.
Unconsciously, he glanced at Kyle.
Who would have thought that after the war ended, a wizard who was quick to cast the Killing Curse would have a magical aura as clean as a blank sheet of paper?
In a way, it was also a terrifying thing... Fortunately, the person in front of him was Kyle; if it were anyone else, it would be hard to say if Newt would do something about it.
"In the future, never mention this to anyone else," Newt couldn't help but remind him.
"Don't worry, I know," Kyle said with a smile. He understood the need for secrecy and wouldn't foolishly go around spreading the word.
Then, Kyle took a couple of steps forward and stopped in front of the werewolf-wizard leader.
The pouch panther had two different innate abilities. Its blue eyes could see into the minds of its prey, but when its eyes turned purple, the ability changed to hypnosis, a unique offensive skill of the pouch panther.
The werewolf-wizard in front of them had been hypnotized by the pouch panther and was now sleeping soundly, snoring loudly, unperturbed even by the commotion around him.
At that moment, the pouch panther finished its meat and jumped over.
Kyle raised his wand, and a column of water poured down on the werewolf-wizard's head.
"Ugh... Damn... Who...?"
The werewolf-wizard woke up with a start and realized that his body was bound by a thick tree branch, no matter how he struggled, he couldn't break free.
And the one who had just doused him with water was the wizard he had been hunting.
His memory of the previous events slowly returned, and he finally remembered what had happened earlier.
The fact that they were still standing there unharmed proved that the others had been...
"Damn it, I'll kill you!" The werewolf-wizard's eyes turned red, and he snarled, struggling to bite Kyle's neck.
Kyle took a step back, repulsed.
"Don't get excited, or I won't mind asking someone else," Kyle warned.
The pouch panther also stepped forward, baring its sharp teeth.
The threat of a magical creature, especially one as formidable as the pouch panther, was very effective. The werewolf-wizard's instinctual fear caused him to shut his mouth immediately.
He glared at Kyle with hatred.
"Who are you people?"
"Friends of Lupin," Kyle said. "Remus Lupin, do you remember him? The one you tried to kill recently. He used to be my Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, and we were quite close."
"He's a traitor to the werewolves, he deserved to die!"
"Actually, I don't care how you see him," Kyle said, shaking his finger. "Whether he's a traitor or a friend to the werewolves is none of my business, and I'm not interested in meddling.
"But you tried to kill him... As his friends, it's only natural that we would seek revenge for him. That's reasonable, isn't it?"
"Ha, friends?" As if he had heard a funny joke, the werewolf-wizard snorted derisively, and then his laughter grew louder, and tears of laughter appeared in his eyes.
"Do you take me for a naive child? Using such a lame excuse, friends? Pfft, don't make me laugh. Werewolves never have friends!
"Cut the crap and tell me what you really want. Oh, and please spare me the jokes, they only make you look stupid."
Kyle remained silent for a moment, choosing not to elaborate further.
"Very well, if that's what you think."
"Then, as you said, I'll ask, and you answer. If your answers satisfy me, I can make your death quick and painless."
"That's fair," the werewolf-wizard, named Joreman, said with a twisted smile. "But I refuse. Go ahead and use whatever tricks you have, I won't give you any information."
"Don't say that, as if I'm some kind of bad guy," Kyle said thoughtfully.
Then he asked, "So, first question, what's your name, and who ordered you to attack Lupin?"
"I told you, you won't..."
Before the werewolf-wizard could finish his sentence, the pouch panther let out a whimper.
Kyle nodded, "Oh, Yaxley? So, he's the one leading you werewolves now, isn't he?"
A flash of panic crossed the werewolf-wizard's eyes. "What are you talking about? I don't know who you're talking about, and I don't know any Yaxley!"
"Your lying skills are quite poor," Kyle said indifferently. "And for a group of werewolves to take orders from a wizard... Tsk tsk, I must say, Joreman, you're far inferior to Greybeck."
"Damn it... How do you know my name, and who the hell are you...?"
Kyle waved his hand, not letting him finish his sentence, and continued asking, "Where's Yaxley?"
"I told you, I won't..."
"Oh, Spinner's End, so that's where you received the task to kill Lupin," Kyle interrupted.
"You... You..." Joreman's panic turned to fear.
It felt like he was facing the Dark Lord himself, leaving him with nowhere to hide.
"Are there many Death Eaters there? Is the mysterious man also there?" Kyle continued his interrogation.
This time, Joreman chose to remain silent, but even so, the fearful voice in his head didn't stop.
"Only Yaxley?
"Legilimens!" he croaked. "Damn it, you're a natural Legilimens!"
Since Kyle hadn't incanted earlier, Joreman hadn't initially considered Legilimency, but this ability to see through people's minds could only be attributed to that particular spell.
As Joreman snapped back to his senses, he tried to close his eyes, but Kyle merely waved his hand casually, causing Joreman's eyelids to stick as if glued, unable to budge.
"Don't panic, it'll be over soon." Kyle continued his interrogation: "Are there any other plans or werewolf accomplices that you haven't told me about?"
Joreman struggled to keep those thoughts at bay, but to no avail.
"There's another one hiding in Knockturn Alley, planning to attack Diagon Alley shops during a critical moment to incite chaos, right?" Kyle said softly.
Come to think of it, if Legilimency could be so easily disrupted, what would be the point of mastering Occlumency?
Joreman gave up all resistance, his eyes vacant as he stared at Kyle.
"Since you already know everything, just kill me."
Kyle stroked the pouch panther's head and turned to Newt, seeking his opinion.
"Oh, don't mind me." Newt, who had been examining the surrounding tree roots, looked up and said, "They're your captures, so it's up to you to decide their fate."
"Did Professor Dumbledore say anything before you left?"
"How do you know it was Dumbledore who sent me here?" Newt asked.
"Isn't it obvious?" Kyle said.
If it weren't for Dumbledore, Newt, who usually stayed in his box even during mealtimes, wouldn't have left his magical creatures for so many days to come to this dark forest.
"Well, yes, it was him who sent me here." Newt said, "Dumbledore didn't say much before he left, but he's very supportive of Mr. Remus Lupin. During our conversations, he also mentioned that the hatred shouldn't be perpetuated any further."
Kyle took a deep breath, paused for a moment, and then raised his wand.
The tree branches binding Joreman loosened, and he fell to the ground with a thud.
Without hesitation, Joreman lunged at Kyle's neck.
However, the next second...
"Bombarda Maxima!"
A scorching gust of wind blew over Joreman, and as if sensing something, his body froze completely, stopping just a foot away from Kyle, unable to take another step forward.
It was his instinct resisting his decision.
Joreman panted heavily, forcing his stiff neck to turn, and then he witnessed a scene he would never forget.
The forest behind him... was gone, as if trampled by a fiery giant. All the trees had turned to ashes within seconds, leaving only a wide, flaming clearing.
"Stay here. Don't step out of the Forbidden Forest until the war is over. Understand?" Kyle asked calmly.
But to Joreman, his voice sounded like a demon's whisper, as if agreeing was the only option available.
After all, faced with such large-scale fire magic, even if they turned into werewolves during the full moon, they probably wouldn't last more than two seconds.
"Also, no matter what method you use, tell the other werewolves that if you make some achievements in this war, I will help push for the Werewolf Act."
"Werewolf Act?" Joreman asked, as if he had found his voice. "What's that?"
"It was initially proposed by Remus Lupin, a suggestion specifically for werewolves." Kyle said, "But including me, no one thinks it will be passed."
"What is it, exactly?" Joreman asked eagerly.
"Simply put, he wants werewolf children under the age of eleven to be able to attend school and live in the sunlight like normal people.
Oh, and by the way, this only applies to werewolf children under the age of eleven, it has nothing to do with you."
Joreman let out a cold laugh.
"That's impossible. Wizards will never accept us, not even the children. You're lying to me."
Kyle shrugged, "What's there to lie about? Your clothes are so dirty they're fit to be rags."
This remark was harsh, but Joreman didn't seem to mind. He just kept repeating the same phrase.
"It's impossible..."
"It's difficult, which is why it depends on your performance in this war." Kyle continued, "If you insist on helping the mysterious man and continue to attack wizards and Muggles indiscriminately, then this bill will definitely fail. Even if Dumbledore wants to help, it won't make a difference."
"So, if we help you, will that do it?" Joreman asked.
"Hmm." Kyle thought for a moment. "If you turn against the Death Eaters, the chances of it passing might increase from zero percent to one percent."
Just one percent?
Joreman didn't say anything, instead letting out a mocking laugh.
If Kyle had said this half an hour ago, he would have considered it a provocation and rushed forward to kill him without a second thought.
Of course, he still felt the same way now, but what could he do? He couldn't beat this guy. Feeling the scorching air behind him and hearing the crackling sounds, he didn't even dare to entertain rebellious thoughts.
"Alright, that's it." Kyle waved his wand again, extinguishing the remaining flames. "Remember, don't even think about leaving the Forbidden Forest. If I see you again, I won't be as lenient as I was today."
(End of Chapter)
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