The chill of the snow-capped mountains and the warm currents of the Atlantic Ocean converged into the wind, raging in the wilderness outside Hogsmeade, the air mixed with the smell of slaughter, and in the sky, under the mill-like blood moon, there were people standing in the air, looking down on the earth with slightly cold eyes, restless like ant-like werewolves about to face a storm.

Who's that?

Many werewolves whispered, and Greyback questioned Remus Lupin, and he got an answer.

Amosta Blaine?!

Some things are top secret to the outside world, but they are not secret in the Forbidden Forest adjacent to Hogwarts, especially since Hogwarts has a hunting ground warden who is particularly fond of sharing.

Last year, he solved the basilisk in the Slytherin Vault, and this year, after passing the review of the Ministry of Magic and the School Board, Amosta Bryan, who was appointed by Albus Dumbledore as the director of the Office of Student Safety, held this important position?

But why is he here, could it be that he was on Dumbledore's orders?

For a moment, these thoughts crossed Greyback's mind, and he stared at the young man who stood in the void, and for some reason, a premonition of impending disaster suddenly came to his heart, and unconsciously, he blocked Remus in front of him.

"Chief, what are we going to do?"

The werewolf who had been the first to spot Amosta had come up behind Greyback, asking uneasily.

The werewolf's bestial instinct tells Greyback that this young wizard he has never dealt with is definitely a very difficult person to mess with, and he doesn't want to conflict with him if he can, but he is not one of those stupid fools, and Amosta Bryan suddenly appeared here and prevented them from apparitioning away by unimaginable means, certainly not to give the werewolves a farewell party!

"We didn't hurt any of the little wizards in the castle tonight!"

Greyback's hoarse voice rang out in the wilderness, and he yelled at Amosta Blaine,

"We don't have a conflict with Hogwarts!"

In the empty and desolate world, something even colder than the bitter cold wind appeared, and that was killing intent.

The werewolves, with their sharp instincts, sensed the fierce and undisguised killing intent, and they trembled and waved their wands into the air, but none of the werewolves dared to cast a spell.

"Your Excellency!"

Greyback gritted his teeth and asked

"We don't have any conflict, do you, why are you stopping us from leaving?"

"Greyback--"

The melodious and slightly languid voice overwhelmed the howling wind of the wilderness, like the whispers of the gods, with a terrifying power,

"Haven't you been looking for me?"

Always looking for?

Hearing this, Greyback was at a loss, he didn't understand, what he was going to do with the director of student safety at Hogwarts, they didn't have any intersection, didn't they, what the werewolves had been trying to find, yes.

"Run."

The light yellow vertical pupils dilated to the point of bursting in an instant, and the cold sweat was like pulp, leaving from Greyback's forehead, and he muttered as if he was distracted, but the wind was noisy, and the subordinates behind him did not hear Greyback's instructions clearly, and they approached Greyback's side and asked anxiously.

"Run!"

The violent terrified roar of the liver and gallbladder became the only voice of this desolate world,

"Escape back to the Forbidden Forest!"

Greyback roared heartbreakingly, he didn't care about the roars of his subordinates, he just put his only current bottom code, Remus Lupin, on his shoulder, and jumped into the air, planning to hide back in the Forbidden Forest, which was difficult terrain!

Airplanes!

At this moment, God is coming.

The blood moon that shone the world in the sky and the stars shining under the night suddenly dimmed, and two large purple moons rose above the dark night sky.

The pressure of the deep sea-like existence suddenly came, and Greyback in mid-air was directly condensed in mid-air, like a mosquito powerless to struggle in the amber that was about to solidify.

"No growth--"

A sigh of disappointment rang in everyone's ears, and the world shook.

On the earth, countless stones and gravels gradually floated into the air under the influence of powerful magic, and Remus Lupin on Greyback's shoulder, among the wolves, several restrained centaurs also gradually fell into the air under the influence of inexplicable power.

In the middle of the night, the mist of the Forbidden Forest strayed into this world and was torn apart, and in the air, countless blue thunderbolts turned those floating in the air into powder.

"Any last words, Greyback?"

Amosta asked softly as she looked down at the desperate Greyback.

"The Dark Lord won't let you go, Amosta Blaine!"

Greyback's desperate and tragic roar rang out again,

"I'm waiting for you in hell!!"

The killing came.

The golden flames fell from the sky, like a great flood that washed the world, vowing to wash away all evil, above the waves, the thunder flickered, and the flame-mimic beasts roared silently, and they were wrapped in the breath of destruction that instantly drowned the werewolves who were about to be killed.

There is only one sound left in the world, and that is the wail of the werewolf before it dies.

A werewolf with a fire python wrapped around it screamed and rushed out of the wall of fire and stumbled towards the Forbidden Forest, but before he could take two steps, a large golden hand evolved from the sea of fire, clasped his head, and ruthlessly dragged him back into the sea of fire that destroyed everything.

In the sea of fire, the werewolf sank, and under the golden night, the god of death sang and danced.

At the edge of the Forbidden Forest, the horses, who hated werewolves to the core, withdrew their unbearable gazes and lowered their proud heads.

"Sentimental?"

The wind ruffled Amosta's soft gray hair, and he smiled and asked softly,

"In the future, you won't find many of your compatriots in England, Remus."

"No—"

Remus stared at the werewolf dancing in the sea of fire, stared at the silver metal half of the body gradually melting, and Gray Burke, who was already dying but still cursing viciously, took a deep breath,

"The sins they have committed are worthy of this end."

The slumbering village of Hogsmeade grew noisy, and the lights came on one house after another, and the natives who noticed the movement frantically used their way up the slopes, but the Phantoms moved to the village before they were told, and the Ministry of Magic officials came faster than they did.

Cornelius Fudge, Amelia Burns, Dolores Umbridge, Rufus Scrimgeur, and most of his Aurors rushed down the hill one by one, desperately striking.

From a distance of several hundred feet, Scrimgeour, now the owner of the Auror's office, threw a spell light into the sea of fire, which grew in the wind and turned into a stream of clear water in midair, but nothing changed except for a slight white mist rising.

"That's a fire, Minister!"

Scrimgeour stared at the figure that was gradually landing on the edge of the fire, and his voice was solemn.

"Oh my God, it's a fire."

The rich Fudge was not slow to run, he actually rushed in front of the Aurors, and he was the first to see Amosta's face.

"You're Amosta Blaine. You can't. Who are you harming?"

The raging sea of fire made the Ministry of Magic stand three hundred feet away, and Fudge cried out as if he had broken down,

"You can't do that, Amosta Blaine, it's against the law!"

(End of chapter)