Hogwarts, was gnawed at the beginning

Without the help of the moonlight, the werewolf restricted by Hermione's Swamp Curse struggled more and more weakly, his eyes were red and he was breathing heavily.

The adult wizards who reacted seemed to want to make up for the shame of running away in a panic, and they all pulled out their wands. For a moment, various magical lights flashed in the hall, and the werewolves in the swamp roared in pain.

At this time, the light suddenly returned to the hall.

"Stop." A slightly anxious voice sounded first, followed by a burst of noisy footsteps.

A group of people dressed as Aurors hurried in from the direction of the door.

The leader, who was the one who stopped him just now, is none other than the current Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge. He was wearing a small hat and holding a square towel in his hand. He raised his head to wipe his hands and appeared because he rushed here in a hurry. There was a trickle of sweat on his forehead, and the top hat was stuck crookedly on his already sparse head.

It looks like our Minister of Magic has just escaped from a banquet.

Oh, yes, it's Christmas.

Gangsters all know that on this annual day, which is similar to the Spring Festival, they should stay at home peacefully, pray to Buddha for the harvest in the coming year, and pray for a good pregnancy for those who accidentally fall into their hands.

Therefore, Voldemort does not have martial ethics, probably because he did not pray to Santa Claus peacefully on this day, so he will fall into Harry's hands next year.

just kidding---

"what happened?"

Connelly's belly swaying due to his rapid trot stopped. He glanced majestically around the hall, and settled on the silent werewolf whose body was half sunk into the ground and whose head had been lowered at some point.

It seemed that the situation had calmed down. He breathed a sigh of relief, but his eyes swept over the man who fell on the ground. How could anyone not be injured when a werewolf attacked?

Fortunately, it seems that there is only one unlucky guy at the moment. He was prepared to face a large number of injuries or deaths when he came. Only one person was injured, which means that the situation can be saved.

Now it’s time to trace the source...

"I just received news that a werewolf attacked St. Mungo's?"

"As you can see, Mr. Minister." A wizard in the crowd who knew Connelly said, "He appeared suddenly..."

"No, it's obviously premeditated." Another wizard retorted, "I saw with my own eyes a man in black robes extinguishing the lights in the hall and conjuring a moon. I was so dizzy. Yeah, I thought he was trying to do a trick."

At this time, a door to the hall on the first floor was opened, and a group of people appeared in the hall. The leader was a lady with a peaceful face, but her face did not have the slightest kindness, but was covered with frost.

"Oh my god..." Behind her, a witch wearing a white robe with a badge embroidered on her chest looked at the vacant center of the room, the only and most unlucky one in the room who was targeted by the werewolf. man.

He was lying in a pool of blood at this time. It was not known whether this unlucky guy was affected by the curse group fight just now.

Likewise, no one dared to approach him.

But being a medical room is obviously different from others. The witch who exclaimed quickly broke away from the team and approached.

"You're here, Ms. Mestin." Cornelius Fudge glanced over there and stepped forward, "I rushed here as soon as I received the news. I arrived not long before you. I just learned about the situation and it seems that Only this one werewolf?"

"You are wrong, Mr. Minister." A cold voice sounded, and accompanied by thumping footsteps, the silver-haired Alastor Mudiping appeared from the stairs holding a wand.

His legs and feet are not very good, but he walks with the same momentum as a person with sound legs and feet.

Two unconscious people, oh no, the werewolf was being controlled by Moody's magic spell and floating in front of him.

"Bang..." Moody flicked his wand, and the two werewolves he controlled hit the ground hard. Moody's blue magic eyes turned around in his eye sockets, taking in the scene in the hall, and finally settled on Fudge. On his face, to be precise, on his crooked top hat.

"It looks like there are more than two beasts, there are three in total."

"Long time no see, why are you here, Alastor." Fudge was shocked at first when he saw the werewolf controlled by Moody, and then quickly calmed down and looked at Moody with fake surprise.

But Moody did not answer the distinguished Minister Fudge's doubts at all, but turned to look at the woman wearing a square cloth scarf on her head.

"It's best to send two people up to take a look, Dean Mestin. When I went up, these two beasts had injured several people. Arthur was watching them from above. One or two of them looked bad. "

"what?"

Ms. Mestin's expression became more serious, but she did not show any panic. She thought for a few seconds and then calmly ordered,

"Snake, Xipingsi, you two come with me. Others, check whether the three werewolves are Wolfsbane, and then see if anyone else is injured. Merlin bless you, but don't be..."

"Do you need me to send a few people to help you? Mrs. Mestin, in case there is any danger up there."

But Mestin completely ignored our Minister Fudge and left in a hurry. The therapists behind her also dispersed as instructed.

Minister Fudge's face turned ugly for a moment after being ignored by Hua Li, but a qualified politician must first be thick-skinned. He quickly adjusted his expression and said with a calm tone and a touch of concern.

"Are you coming to St. Mungo's because you feel unwell? Alastor, if you have any problems, don't hide it. The Ministry of Magic will remember your contribution and is willing to pay for your consultation."

"Thank you for your concern, Mr. Minister." Moody shook his head, "I came to see Arthur. He lives on the second floor."

"Oh, by the way, Arthur is here too." Fudge, no doubt that he was there, patted his head, "I haven't had time to visit this warrior who was injured for the Ministry of Magic. You know, I'm really too busy. ”

"Percy, Percy.."

"I'm here, Mr. Minister." A red-haired boy walked out quickly. It was Percy Weasley, the third son of the Weasley family who has temporarily distanced himself from his family. Weasley Madam was once proud, but now is hurt.

He greeted Moody with a smile and calm eyes.

"Good evening, Mr. Moody."

Moody ignored him and instead turned his head, looking around for Sur and the others.

A flash of shame and anger flashed across Percy's face, and he lowered his head deeply.

"Go, take me to see your father, Percy. As the minister, I must express my condolences to a brave man who bravely protected the Ministry of Magic's property from damage!" Fudge urged.

"My father just suffered some superficial injuries. Mr. Minister, you have so many things to do, can I come and go for such a small thing as a visit?" Percy said,

"Mr. Ulysses is still waiting for your return."

"It's not a minor injury, Weasley." Moody said in a deep voice at this time, "If that tooth had moved even an inch to the side, I'm afraid you would have to send flowers to Arthur now... Hmph... .I feel really bad for Arthur.”

After saying that, Moody strode towards the crowd without waiting for Percy and the others to respond. His magic eyes had already helped him find Soul and the others.