From Azkaban To Hogwarts

"The moon is almost full again..."

Fenrir Greyback woke up in the tent, feeling the wildness rising inside him—he had no scruples about it, even a little fond of it.

Climbing up from the wooden cot, he moved his muscles and bones, and was quite satisfied with his current state.

'Which village will be attacked next? ’

He narrowed his eyes and thought, and pulled a map from the head of the bed. He avoided a trace of the setting sun coming in through the gap in the tent in disgust, and then patrolled the unmarked places.

He likes the full moon, and even loves the full moon to death - only at this time, his desire to attack and that powerful force will fully emerge, allowing him to attack the wizard's village unscrupulously, ignoring their Protection, successfully turned the wizard's cubs into wolf cubs, and even kidnapped them.

Without the full moon, how could he expand his ethnic group?

Without the full moon, how could he infect more people?

Without the full moon, how could he become the leader of the werewolves, make them fear him, obey him, and then unite to infect all the wizards?

Just when he was proudly thinking about his great achievements over the years, the disobedient sunset pulled out the elder elder and swayed it directly into his eyes - which made him become irritable, and moved towards the tent outside the tent. shouted.

"Damn it, Pete, you forgot to seal up my tent again!"

A sincere and frightened child ran over with a look of panic, his face was pale, he was too scared to speak, he just knelt on the ground halfway, grabbed the tent in the corner with his hands, and then buried his head without saying a word. Dare to say.

"Trash."

Greyback stood up and slammed into the tent—after a short scream, there was no extra noise outside, but the slightly crooked tent was straightened in a panic.

"A coward who doesn't dare to drink blood, you should be just like that son of a **** named Lupin, accept the collar that the Ministry of Magic put on you, and then make a living by licking the boots of those big men like a pug!"

He angrily cursed outside the tent, but the more he cursed himself, the more angry he became.

The stupid Death Eater Umbridge and the tamed pup Lupin were the two people he hated the most at this time - the former passed a werewolf-related law, the latter became the cover of the Daily Prophet figure.

These two people made Ken come to admit that he was the leader, and the number of werewolves willing to attack the wizard with him decreased a lot, which made his temper more violent than before.

Now that Umbridge was dead, but that Lupin was alive and well, which made him even more annoyed when he mentioned Lupin.

'Trash, it's useless to compete one by one! Most of the clansmen are **** who can only steal and steal, and the ones they catch are mixed, and few of them are useful! ’

He sat down on the chair angrily—that boy named Pete was a kid from which village?

If Yue Yuan went to stroll over there this time, maybe he could catch that kid's younger brother or other relatives or something?

He thought with some wicked taste, and couldn't help showing a cruel smile.

"Pete! My meal!"

He shouted to the outside - another busy night was about to begin, and he had to enjoy his own meal.

The thin child carefully pushed aside the tent's cloth, trying to block the sun's rays with his body to avoid getting more reprimands. He tried his best to keep his hands steady, and put the food on the table with a pale face without shaking at all— - The foot was heavier just now, and it was a little difficult for him to complete these movements.

"Uh-huh?"

Greyback sniffed at the liquid in the cup, then changed his eyes, "Where's the blood, where's the blood!"

"There's nothing new..."

Pete answered with sincerity, but in exchange he was smashed together with the tray.

"Go get a live chicken," panted Greyback - since he woke up today, he felt that everything was doing the right thing to him, which made him want to vent by killing him.

He likes this. Only when he is cruel will those wolves become more obedient.

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"Welcome, Professor William," Moody pulled a barely complete smile from the corner of his mutilated mouth after completing the routine identity check, "It seems that you are well prepared."

"Naturally," William put the potion back, "after all, the owner here is not very hospitable."

"It's up to them."

Moody nodded, then saw Harry behind him, "Give him a lesson?"

"That's right - there is no threat to him anyway. Besides, there are still two days until the full moon..."

"It's not bad, otherwise I wouldn't dare to bring those guys here. They are clumsy and always do bad things."

Moody's mouth is very poisonous, but there is still some pride in his eyes - not just a wizard can follow his investigation, to stare at a bunch of werewolves, and even those Aurors are willing to help. Been quite busy.

"To be too modest is a show off, Professor Moody, but I really want to see how they do - when will they do it?"

"Wait a minute," Moody's mouth showed a rather weird smile, "These werewolves, led by Fenrir Greyback, like to be out at night, so at this point they are ready to eat breakfast, wait for them As soon as we're full, we'll start..."

As expected of you—the lion fights the rabbit with all his strength.

William had a look of admiration on his face, and then he greeted Harry and the others, and began to prepare for repairs.

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"Killing werewolves?"

Harry couldn't believe the conversation he had just heard.

Just two hours ago, he and Ron were talking about game consoles in the room until the professor showed up.

But what the professor said at the time was - "With the consent of Mr. Black and Professor Lupin, I'm going to take Harry to a banquet."

Is this a banquet?

He looked at the surrounding Auror tents and Moody sitting among them in disbelief, and his mind was still a little dizzy.

Merlin's socks, he was only in the fifth grade, he didn't even take the OWLs exam, he came to participate in a small war?

But the three professors seemed to think that nothing was wrong, and even Sirius had an eager look on his face, as if there was nothing wrong with the professor's arrangement, he should come over to take the exam.

"Harry, you followed me and attacked from the left."

"Professor Moody, you and Sirius attacked from the right."

"The rest of the Aurors attacked from the front and arranged spells that prohibited Apparition."

"Professor Lupin, you're here to block the way - is there no objection to this arrangement?"

"No problem, just see how they train."

Moody nodded and agreed on behalf of the Aurors - he didn't think there was any problem, and looked at the accompanying Aurors a little bit...

"Why can't I be with Harry?"

Sirius looked at William suspiciously, and received a look from William, why don't you count.

So there is no objection to the plan.

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"Damn it... I want to kill, I want to bite..."

Fenrir Greyback became more and more irritable in the tent, but he could only vent his inner unease by destroying things.

"Someone attacked!"

A completely unregulated voice sounded, causing chaos in the camp-they had just eaten their first breakfast after sleeping for a long day, and their stomachs were even a little nervous, and they couldn't think of how to do it for a while.

To be precise, even if they don't have breakfast in their stomachs, they don't know what to do - they just see the appearance of the attacked villages a lot, and when they are attacked, they suddenly become like those people. At a loss.

"What are you panicking about!"

Fenrir Greyback kicked off the cloth of his tent, and even tore off half of the cloth, "The one with the wand pulls out the wand, and the one without the wand prepares the teeth and claws!"

"If you didn't transform, wouldn't you be able to fight?"

"I'd rather see—what is this?"

He exclaimed, the side of the camp was collapsing rapidly, the hard ground was crazily swamping, and those tents that were set up were easily swallowed into the swampy land.

"Kill that **** who used Transfiguration!"

After being stunned for a while, he immediately understood what the situation was, and immediately ordered his subordinates to charge over there. However, when those people rushed in like crazy, they suddenly seemed to retreat. Like the tide, they frantically ran back towards the middle of the camp - in front of the place where they first sprinted, the number of werewolves had already been covered with a layer of glittering ice, shone by the setting sun.

"Damn - it's the Aurors, when did they have such a wizard?"

Greyback's face was a little overwhelmed—because it was the temporary camp that even planned to move out in a few days, the camp didn't have corresponding protection, so the other party's Transfiguration was able to achieve such an effect.

"How many came, and which side was knocked down first?"

Just when such doubts flashed in his heart, the tent on the right started to catch fire.

"There was a sneak attack by a wizard, and Moody was inside!"

The werewolf on the right cried out loudly, the shadow of the famous tree of people, the honor of the gatekeeper of Azkaban was not boasted.

'Moody? ’

Fenrir Greyback resigned inwardly - there is no dark wizard who is not afraid of Moody.

Over the years, Moody has successfully proved himself with brilliant records again and again~www.readwn.com~ It can take him a little time to hide, and to fight is to give away

If the current situation is arranged by Moody, plus such a faceless Transfiguration expert, then...

Not to mention the Aurors who might be hiding somewhere - Moody actually shouted shamelessly, so Aurors are naturally indispensable.

He likes to be cruel to others, and he likes to kill in front of his subordinates—but he never wants to be killed by himself.

"Let's run..."

"There is hope if you don't get caught... Yes, I'm the hope against the wizard, I can't just be taken into Azkaban by Moody. ’

"As long as I'm still alive, the werewolves will have them. If I attack a few more villages, there will be another group of werewolves..."

'Yes, yes, I am the most important! ’

"Don't panic, the right side is fake, Moody must be in the front, I'll screw his head off and use it as a toilet!"

"You block the left and the right, and I will meet the first Auror!"

He shouted at the panicked Lang people, and while they were subconsciously executing the order, he lowered his body, leaned on his waist, and began to run towards the rear.

'Let those idiots catch it! So many werewolves! ’

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