It was as if the Ministries had seen a volcano erupting with a roar, and the overwhelming sea of fire and the faint tearing roar discouraged them, with one exception: Rufus Scrimgeur.

The rest of them could only stand, but Scrimgeur, the head of the Auror Office at the Ministry of Magic, could not watch the evil unfold before his eyes.

"Put away your evil magic, young man!"

Scrimgeour stepped forward with a strong sense of oppression, and he raised his wand and yelled at Amosta.

And just as he was about to make a move, Amosta turned his head and skimmed coldly, and in an instant, the oncoming strong pressure made Scrimgeour breathe, and in a trance, he seemed to see a huge evil dragon lowering its hideous head, looking down on himself as weak as a mote of dust.

"Wait, Rufus--"

Tonks stared at Amosta in disbelief, she couldn't imagine that this low-key, humble old classmate would dare to use fire to take someone's life in front of the Minister of Magic and a group of high-ranking officials of the Ministry of Magic, and in front of her, Kingsley, who was more experienced, saw that something was wrong, and he grabbed the arm of his boss, and his voice was solemn,

"Take a closer look--"

Kingsley said in amazement,

"Those guys. If I'm not mistaken, it's the werewolf who is trapped by the fire! ”

Werewolf?

Everyone looked stunned, and they all looked at the monstrous sea of fire.

"Yes, it's him!"

Amelia Bones, who was thin and had sharp eyebrows, stared at the half-lost and ghost-like guy in the sea of fire and said,

"I can't be mistaken, Fenrir Greyback, the most notorious werewolf!"

Greyback's notoriety resounded throughout the British wizarding world, and it was impossible for a group of backbones of the Ministry of Magic not to recognize the werewolf leader who had subjected them so much stress and shame!

"But what the hell is going on?"

Fudge was sweating profusely, looking helpless,

"Amosta, shouldn't he be at Hogwarts, werewolf, but it's fierce."

"You're right, Mr. Minister--"

Fudge's right-hand man, Senior Deputy Minister of Magic, Dolores Umbridge cried out in the shrill voice of a little girl who suddenly spotted a mouse scurrying into her bed,

"I don't think we can remember that we gave this Mr. Amosta Blaine permission to use the evil spell of Blazing. Unless, he's got someone else's permission! ”

"Dumbledore doesn't have the right to authorize anyone to use this terrible magic!"

Fudge's head was always very clever at this time, and he immediately grasped Umbridge's hint and said angrily.

Ms. Bones glanced at Umbridge and pursed her lips but didn't say anything, her expression resembling that of Professor McGonagall, who had seen the little wizard mischievous in class.

The screams in the fierce fire gradually faded until they could not be heard, and the werewolves did not even have a corpse left on the melted scorched earth, and only black outlines remained on the crystallized ground.

Call--

Amosta waved his wand, and in the blink of an eye, the fire that seemed to burn up the heavens and the earth disappeared like a dream, and in the sunken pit in front of him, wolf smoke rushed straight into the dark sky.

The employees of the Ministry of Magic drew their wands and pointed them at Amosta, but Amosta ignored them and walked slowly towards the galloping horses.

"We are here for the people who have been taken captive by Greyback, Mr. Brean—"

The Centaurs had to bow their heads haughtily after witnessing all this, and Ferencze humbly bowed down and bowed his head.

"Hmm-"

Amosta bowed slightly, and the centaurs lying beside Remus automatically floated towards their compatriots,

"I owe you a debt of gratitude for your efforts to save several of Hogwarts' young wizards and staff tonight."

Bane's brow furrowed roughly, and he wanted to question why Amosta Bryan knew all this, but Ronan snorted to stop him from speaking, and the quick-witted Ferenze immediately thought that tonight, a wizard had used Transfiguration to kidnap one of their compatriots without harming the centaurs.

"Thankfully, it's us, Mr. Blaine, if it weren't for you, we wouldn't have escaped a miserable end."

Ferenze saw that this powerful human wizard and Dumbledore were not the same thing, and he said cautiously,

"The centaurs will remember your kindness, and if we have the chance, we will repay it."

Yes, it's pretty good.

"It's just a matter of effort." Amosta smiled slightly, "Don't take it personally. ”

Ferencze glanced at the people in the Ministry of Magic and whispered,

"We don't want to deal with the Ministry of Magic of the Wizarding Lands, Mr. Blaine, then, let's leave first, and you are welcome to visit the Forbidden Forest at any time--"

With Amosta's permission, Ferenze, Ronan, and Bane immediately left with their clansmen, and soon disappeared into the Forbidden Forest.

On the high slope, almost all the villagers of Hogsmeade gathered, and in the bustling crowd, flashing lights lit from time to time, and it was the villagers with cameras in hand recording the scene.

With all eyes on him, Fudge knew that the Ministry of Magic had to react.

"Amosta, what the hell is this-"

"Labor--"

Amosta interrupted Fudge, who looked at Remus on the ground with pity and fainted, and politely pleaded,

"Can you please send this poor man to St. Mungo's first, he is not lightly injured, and I am afraid we will not be able to wait for us to find out what happened."

"Who is this man, the villager of Hogsmeade?"

Ms. Bones, whose monocle glistened sharply under the moon, questioned as she stared into Amosta's eyes.

"Remus Lupin, I think you're all aware of him, he's currently serving as a professor at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and he's been persecuted by werewolves, poor fellow, I don't think he'll be able to stay in the professor's position anymore—"

Remus Lupin, the werewolf?

Dumbledore had strongly recommended the werewolf to be a professor at the school in August of last year, a fact that was no secret among the upper echelons of the Ministry of Magic.

Fudge was obviously reluctant to give this order, but when Amosta's gaze focused on him, a sudden palpitation forced him to react,

"Okay, okay, but, Amosta, you have to make a statement-"

Fudge wiped the sweat from his forehead and turned his head to look at Rufus, and the Auror office was equally reluctant to accept the assignment of a dark wizard who could use such a powerful fire spell, but in full view, he couldn't pretend that he didn't see the minister's signal, so he lowered his face and looked behind him.

Lying on the ground, Remus had obvious signs of transformation, and most of the Aurors were reluctant to touch the dangerous werewolf.

"Okay, then I'll do it myself—"

Amosta shrugged helplessly.

"Let me—"

At this moment, a young voice appeared in the crowd, and before Kingsley could stop it, Tonks had already jumped past him and walked in front of Amosta.

"I'm sure you'll be able to handle this—"

Tonks asked quietly as he looked at Amosta worriedly.

Amosta smiled.

"Okay--"

Tonks muttered quietly,

"Kill Greyback, and there are so many werewolves, you're the only one, Amosta, you're going to be famous now, this poor fellow has suffered a lot of crimes--"

After a crisp pop, Tonks disappeared into the wilderness with Remus.

"Now it's time to explain, Amosta—"

Fudge and Amosta kept what he thought was safe and breathed,

"For Dumbledore's sake, can you. Hand over your wand first? ”

"I'm sorry, Mr. Minister, I'm afraid I won't be able to meet your request--"

Amosta said with a smile,

"And I think we'd better not stand here stupidly, there's a lot to talk about tonight, we'd better talk as we go--"

"Where are you going?"

Fudge immediately became wary.

"Ho, Hogwarts, of course—"

Amosta laughed, beckoned to the officials of the Ministry of Magic, and walked towards the high slope first,

"Hurry up, ladies and gentlemen, Hogwarts has a heinous criminal waiting to be judged."

"If you mean Sirius Black--" Ms. Bones pushed her glasses, and immediately said, "we've received a notification from the Dementors. ”

"It's Peter Pettigrew."

Amosta's voice was carried by a brisk wind, causing the officials to look at each other.

"You're crazy!"

Fudge shouted at Amosta's back, "He's been dead for twelve years, I saw it with my own eyes!" ”

"I think we should arrest him immediately, Minister."

Amosta's contemptuous attitude made Umbridge's eyes turn cold, but a disgusting, sensual smile appeared on her face, and she leaned into Fudge's ear and said delicately,

"The Director of the Hogwarts Office of Student Safety seems to have some bad dealings, oh, he clearly thinks he's as privileged as somebody, Minister, I don't think we can condone it-"

"I'm sorry, Ms. Umbridge, we can't."

Kingsley, who was standing by the side of the charred black cavern with wolf smoke, gasped, turned his head and said to Umbridge with a stiff face,

"I'm afraid, the only wizard with this ability is the 'someone' you just mentioned."

(End of chapter)