When the people in the Ministry of Magic are trying their best to work together, the efficiency is still very high.

As long as these righteous people can give them a highly feasible plan, they can still burst into great power.

A dragon, Dumbledore, plus the Order of the Phoenix, doesn't look like it's going to lose.

On the third day after the meeting with Dumbledore, the Ministry of Magic was almost completely dispatched, and for the first time, all forces were deployed to launch a full-scale counterattack, searching all over Britain for the traces of werewolves. found out, directly took out his wand and started fighting, life or death.

This directly blinded the werewolves, and dozens of them were killed and captured on the first day.

Greyback, who got the news, was angry, and no one told him, so he directly let the remaining native werewolves and those foreign werewolves converge and launched a counterattack.

It turns out that even with the help of the Order of the Phoenix, the people of the Ministry of Magic are still at a disadvantage in terms of combat ability. On the same day, the Ministry of Magic lost a dozen people.

Not dead, but all bitten.

However, this only caught the Ministry of Magic by surprise, after all, not everyone knew that there were foreign werewolves. After the Ministry of Magic regained its footing, the werewolves were left with only a beating.

"Hurry up, hurry up!" Greyback shouted loudly, leading the remaining hundreds of werewolves to run quickly through the dense forest.

"Faster! The giants are not far ahead! ”

He had a new scar on his face, from the eldest son of the Weasleys. He was undoubtedly angry, but he had no chance to fight back, so he could only lead the werewolves all the way to escape.

Sure, he could have migrated away and run away, but doing so would mean that he had automatically given up his status as the werewolf leader.

Never before has a werewolf leader abandoned his clan!

His pride did not allow him to do such a thing.

Now, Greyback also knows that he has been tricked, and he regrets that he directly led the tribe to fight back without reporting to the master and the little master. Yes, Voldemort gave him the right to "act cheaply" and let him attack at will to cause a riot, but in the case of a full-scale counterattack by the Ministry of Magic, he should not fail to ask for advice.

In the final analysis, I was impulsive.

But Greyback doesn't regret it! Even if he was so embarrassed now, his people were forced to flee by the Ministry of Magic, and he didn't regret it.

It's not a werewolf who regrets it!

Scrimgeour regretted it a little, but it was only limited to the lack of preparation in the early stage, and the dozen or so comrades who were bitten could have avoided it completely. But it's still the same sentence: war, how can there be immortals?

"Minister, it's almost there."

A young Ao Luo ran over and said with some excitement. Scrimgeour only nodded, indicating that he knew, and waved him back to his rightful place, and then said to the two old fellows next to him, "Gentlemen, get ready." ”

They were in the same place that had been agreed upon, right in front of the Dark Forest. Further north through the forest is where the tribe of giants is located.

Hearing this, Dumbledore looked from afar, and the werewolf could be faintly seen in Taniguchi's location. Nodding to Newt next to him, Newt lowered his suitcase flat on the ground.

"Wait!" Just as he was about to open it, he was grabbed by Scrimgeur's hand.

"Wait for them all to come in."

Newt didn't refute, stood up again and waited.

Scrimgeour watched with a gloomy face as the werewolves rushed into the valley, until a blinding red light rose high at the mouth of the valley and then exploded abruptly, and then shouted, "It's now!" ”

Hearing this, Newt immediately raised his hand to open the suitcase, and then without the slightest hesitation, he quickly ran back with Dumbledore and Scrimgeour. With Dumbledore's magic, they were back in the army in the blink of an eye.

At this time, a huge dragon was already soaring in the air.

"Roar!"

The dragon's roar was deafening, and the huge wings more than twenty meters long after unfolding left a huge shadow on the ground. The werewolves unconsciously stopped, and a touch of despair appeared on their faces.

"Run!"

Greyback shouted, but as soon as the werewolves turned, the scorching dragon flames fell from the sky and quickly spread towards the valley mouth.

Screams, screams, curses, English, French, German, and even Dutch, all mingle and reverberate through the valley like a purgatory.

The dragon circled, spitting flames, and in just a few moments, half of the werewolves were forever buried in the flames. The rest of the three gathered together in twos and threes, and they worked together to support a protective resistance, and they didn't know how long they could hold on.

Outside the valley, Dumbledore had closed his eyes, and Newt was still open, but he was only stunned to look at the dragon that was still venting its flames in the air.

Scrimgeour's eyes widened as he looked around at the people from the Ministry of Magic, some with their eyes closed, some trembling, and some even fainting from the ground. His face turned pale, he turned his head directly, and his wand lightly tapped on his throat, and said softly: "Destroy them!" ”

In an instant, the sound overpowered the dragon's groans and screams in the valley. Greyback heard it, too, but before he could do so, the spell rained down on him.

"Thunderbolt Explosion!"

"The flames are blazing!"

Faintly, there were some voices of incantations, but it didn't matter what kind of spell it was to the only werewolves left.

They have completely lost the ability to fight back, and can only hold on to their protection and wait for death.

The screams rang out again, and the werewolves fell one by one. Greyback's eyes were torn, but there was nothing he could do but watch as his people died either from dragon fire or magic.

"Ahh

Greyback roared to the sky, but he simply gave up his protection, and waved his wand wildly to help the werewolves who were still holding on to resist the spell that came at him.

"Gather here! All together! ”

He kept running, shouting as he ran. Hearing the shout, he continued to maintain his protection while trying his best to keep up with him.

Gradually, all the werewolves that were still alive gathered behind him. Taking advantage of the fleeting respite, I looked back and saw that there were only sixty or seventy people left.

"Rush out! Let's rush out! ”

Greyback ran out of the valley with his head down, but the number of werewolves behind him was still dwindling. I didn't get far, and there were only thirty or forty left.

At this moment, a dragon roar was heard in the distance, and the dragon in the air suddenly closed its mouth, flapped its huge wings and headed north, and finally landed in the dense forest. At the same time, the spells that came from all around him stopped.

Seeing this, Greyback couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, looking around with red eyes, and the surviving werewolves also had the same expression, and some even sat directly on the ground, gasping for breath.

Dumbledore finally opened his eyes, and Newt was gone. He looked calmly at Scrimther and saw the gloom on his cold face.

Even, there is a hint of hideousness and twisting.

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