More than a dozen?

Kingsley lowered his voice: "It can only be said that they are worthy of being werewolves, and they can gather so many people under the nose of the Ministry of Magic." ”

Harry glanced at him strangely, "When did the Ministry of Magic manage werewolves?" ”

Kingsley opened his mouth and thought about it, but he couldn't find a point to refute.

"The Ministry of Magic is different now." He clenched his fists, "Mr. Sinkenis is a doer. ”

"I hope so." Harry waved his wand.

Mana surges, Transfiguration twists, and conjures up simple traps at the entrance to the crypt.

"How do you lure them out?" Kingsley leaned forward, "I'm in?" ”

"Don't be that troublesome." Harry shook his head.

He pulled out a firework and directed it to float into the entrance of the crypt, snorting and lighting the fuse when it was almost impossible to see it.

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

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

"What is this?" Kingsley's eyes were pleasantly surprised.

With years of experience in the Aurors, he could see how useful this thing was.

Even if there were corresponding spells, most of the Aurors would not be able to cast such smoke spells.

"George and Fred's Invention." Harry took one out of his hat and tossed it to him, "They say it's a prop to set the mood of the party, and of course, it can be a prank prop. ”

"See the lid buckle at the top?"

Kingsley looked at the gadget in his hand, round and potato-like, with exaggerated cartoon characters of George and Fred on it, and together they held a silver griffon statue aloft - they had intended to put Harry on it, but they couldn't convince him.

At the top, there's a small silver flap.

He nodded.

"The lid can be opened." Harry stared at the crypt as he introduced, "You can put some gadgets in there, like pepper, paprika, or whatever. ”

"It's also very easy to use."

"Just light the fuse on the tail and have four seconds to react."

Kingsley had to ask.

"It's coming!" Harry spoke quickly.

In the crypt, a figure swooped out, stepped on the trap, and with a thud - vines wrapped around the man's feet, hanging him up, and hanging like dried bacon at the entrance of the crypt.

"Thunderbolt Explosion!"

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

There are others who are supplemented with obstacle charms, transformation charms.

Brutally destroy the remaining traps outside the crypt, and carefully test the situation outside the crypt, in full swing and order.

"It's kind of surprising." Harry made a brief assessment.

"Most of them have no orthodox education, and it's really surprising that they can have wands and learn these spells, and I'll go back and talk to Mr. Scrimgeur."

"I mean." Harry interrupted, "They're much better than the Aurors I've ever seen. ”

Kingsley was stunned and took a deep breath, unable to refute it.

"Werewolves who don't have the ability to do it have long since died." Sirius spoke, learning Harry to look ahead, but he couldn't see anything, "Remus told me that werewolves who survive, good and bad, are cunning and powerful. ”

"Catch them now?" Kingsley jumped on the challenge to prove himself for the Aurors.

"Don't worry, see how many of them there are." Harry shook his head.

"Can you see clearly?" Kingsley stared hard, the forest was pitch black, and like Sirius, he could only hear a faint movement and see nothing.

"Sixteen, seventeen." Harry counted, "I'm a little bit better than the average person. ”

Kingsley tried to look again.

It was pitch black, and the moonlight didn't give him enough vision.

He turned to look at Harry, who looked serious.

This ability is inherently an Auror!

"Don't look at me with that strange look." Harry looked back at him, startling Kingsley.

The bald man was about to retort.

Harry didn't give him a chance and continued, "There are nineteen werewolves, and we should be glad there aren't twenty. ”

"Greyback is too."

"I'll deal with it, don't hurt it, you want to live."

"Be careful."

A few people should go down.

Harry stood up and waved his hand forward, "A hundred yards ahead, don't worry too much about being spotted by them now." ”

A hundred yards?

Kingsley looked at Harry with even more surprise.

The field of vision of a normal person during the day is about this level, and Harry can have such a large field of vision at night in a harsh environment with only moonlight?

Outside the crypt.

"Big brother, I found it, it's this thing." A small wizard crawls out of the crypt with a ball that has exploded in half.

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

He hadn't seen it.

It doesn't look like a threat, with bells and whistles, two big giggling faces, and an extremely long string of words: "Weasley Brothers Joke Workshop".

"Weysley, brother, joke, job, shop." The werewolves' language literacy was often worse than that of the wizards, and he struggled to spell out the words, "Do you know what these are?" ”

The werewolves looked at each other.

One person probed: "I, I think I've heard of it, it should be the Weasley Joke Workshop, a place similar to Jokowi's Joke Shop, which specializes in selling some prank toys." ”

"That little wizard's childish tricks?" Greyback smiled contemptuously and was about to drop the thing in his hand, "That should have been accidentally thrown by the little wizard of Hogsmeade, what good news, I haven't spoken to the little wizard for a long time." ”

"The Weasley brothers are good friends of Harry Potter!" A werewolf shouted.

"Good friends?" Greyback was stunned, his expression became flustered, he reacted, and turned his head to look in the direction of Hogsmeade, "Harry Potter?" You're already here? ”

Werewolves with wands shoot spells everywhere.

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

He shouted in confusion, but he was sure of his conjecture.

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

Sirius stared at Kingsley.

The bald man raised his hand with an innocent expression.

Harry thought for a moment, and after putting a layer of the Quinn Law Seal on himself, he simply walked out from behind him, "You didn't notice me, but you're pretty sure I'm here, tell me why?" ”

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

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

This gave him a very bad premonition.

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

"Godson?" Harry raised an eyebrow, his wand aimed at him, "You werewolves still have a common godson who knows divination?" ”

"Of course not!" Greyback subconsciously argued.

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

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

"Potter, just die!"

He took a deep breath.

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

They roared, their throats screaming sharply, their bodies swollen and their hair pouring out, and on days that weren't full moons, they began to morph into werewolves.

Harry immediately raised his wand.

Pieces!

The spell smashed into the false moon phase, blowing it to pieces, and destroying it with its breath.

But it didn't work, they were already transformed, and their breath was even more tyrannical than normal under the full moon.

"It's a good thing I didn't bring Remus." Sirius began to rejoice, "Otherwise, we'd have to deal with twenty werewolves right now." ”

"You do your best." Harry waved his wand, and the nearby woods twisted at once, spreading out, a fence splitting the werewolves, allowing all three of them to face a werewolf on their own.

"One of them? Isn't it dangerous? Kingsley glanced back, and with a wave of the Transfiguration Charm, a pair of large dirty hands sprang out, grabbing a werewolf that was lunging at him.

"They are no worse than the Aurors." Harry drew his serpent sword, his steps defacting, and the sword flower turned.

Poof—

Cutting off the head of a werewolf and rolling to the ground, the bloody breath did not make this group of irrational werewolves retreat, making them more beastly and brutal.

Greyback jumps in the fence.

He seemed to maintain a certain amount of wisdom, and did not rush to attack, but roared and commanded.

And on the side.

Hermione waved her wand, and the Transfiguration Charm was cast one after another, turning stone and wood into obstacles, and the spell summoned a throwing knife and stabbed at the werewolf.

Ron was much more flustered, circling around the fence while blocking the barrier charm, the transformation charm in his hand, laying traps one after another, and throwing Weasley fireworks out of his hand for some purpose.

Neville and the werewolf Zhou Xuan, the spell forms an obstacle, find a gap for themselves, seize the opportunity, and stab out the steel.

None of them were afraid of werewolves.

This brutal, ferocious beast could not compare to the sense of oppression that Harry brought to them in actual combat.

This made Kingsley impressed.

Many of the best 7th graders who have earned an "O" in Defence Against the Dark Arts don't perform as well as they do when they first face dark magic creatures - theory is one thing, actual combat is another.

Especially Neville.

Among the three little wizards, he is the most disdainful, but he has become the fastest person to solve werewolves, his attacks are precise and deadly, and the combination of magic and swordsmanship is a little rusty, but it is easy to deal with these irrational beasts.

Ron panicked, but he was able to solve it a little faster than Hermione.

Harry gave each of them a werewolf.

That's when it happened.

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

Tonks exclaimed, "Director Scrimthour's Patronus, he found out we snuck out?" ”

The owl cooed and whispered something to Kingsley, causing his face to change suddenly.

I went to the hospital today, a little late, and there is still a chapter in the evening.

Tooth extraction tomorrow!

There is a saying that wisdom teeth must be extracted early.

(End of chapter)