The third Dark Lord came from Hogwarts

The werewolf was so angry that he was beaten.

"You dare to fight with us werewolves in the forest, and there are only a few of you!"

"You are really not afraid of death!"

A werewolf hiding in the tree licked his lips, his scarlet eyes full of murderous intent.

"Be careful, don't capsize in the gutter!" The werewolf next to him shrugged his nose and reminded in a low voice.

"Tsk!"

The werewolves around him were disdainful of this.

I dare not say anything else, at least in the jungle, the fighting power of werewolves is far superior to that of wizards!

The strong physique and magic resistance brought by fur gave them great confidence.

"It's not the wizards from Knockturn Alley, it's the Saints!"

The werewolf boss saw a group of wizards in uniform movements and costumes in the distance, and reminded his werewolves softly.

Compared with the black wizards struggling for food and clothing in Knockturn Alley, the Saints are more powerful and have higher magic levels.

Their ability to cooperate with each other is also far better than Knockturn Alley.

Several flames burned from the edge of the forest. The leading Saint seemed to sense something and stared at the direction where the werewolves were hiding.

He pointed the wand in his hand at the werewolves and sprayed out blazing flames.

Werewolves are not creatures with brains, and their animal nature is greater than their human nature.

There are only a few like Lupin.

Seeing the provocation of the Saint, he couldn't hold back!

"You are so domineering, you are looking for death!"

The werewolf boss grabbed the tree trunk next to him fiercely, leaving five claw marks.

"They set fire as soon as they entered the forest. This can't be dealt with in a few moves!"

"Preemptive strike?" A werewolf who looked a little older asked the werewolf boss with a serious face.

The werewolf boss sneered: "No hurry, play with them!"

"Want to fight us in the forest? I'm going to tear them alive!"

A group of werewolves became more and more excited, ready to fight.

"Boss is right! Who cares who he is! The jungle is our werewolf world, even if vampires come, it's useless!"

"My claws have been thirsty for a long time!"

"It's their good luck that they didn't run into them last time. This time I'm going to make them cry and call for their mothers!"

Originally, the werewolf boss had formulated some cooperation plans for them, but even the werewolf boss himself didn't follow them.

The werewolves who were already in power didn't care about these things, everything was done by instinct!

They scattered and hid in the treetops, waiting for the saints to approach.

...

"Be careful, the werewolves are very close to us."

"Don't panic if you get scratched. As long as you don't touch their body fluids, the chance of infection is very small."

The leader, Abernethy, held his wand, carefully observed the surroundings, and comforted the saints behind him.

This time he led the team not just to eliminate the werewolves.

If it was just to eliminate the werewolves and maintain the dignity of the saints, Argus could have sent a large number of saints and relied on the advantage of numbers to push through.

The danger is much smaller!

But he asked Abernethy to bring people here.

First, the cloak technology given to Lockhart has been broken through and mass production has begun. This battle is a test of the cloak.

Second, sending Abernethy can ensure the safety of the saints, ensure that the werewolves cannot escape, and keep the saints' trump card.

In the future, this research will give Dumbledore and Voldemort a big surprise!

All the chosen saints were elites, and they showed no panic even in the forest with limited vision.

They seemed to be scattered, but in fact, every move was methodical.

Crash!

There were sudden noises from the surrounding bushes.

Not far away, flocks of flying birds seemed to be frightened and flew into the air at the same time.

"Be on guard!" Abernethy's expression became serious.

He pointed the magic wand at the direction where the flock of birds flew and chanted the magic spell loudly.

"Show yourself quickly!"

A light blue light wave spread rapidly around with Abernethy as the center.

In the direction where the magic wand pointed, several invisible ripples echoed.

"Found it!"

The saints in that direction almost subconsciously released magic spells near the ripples.

"Petrified!"

"Shattered into pieces!"

"Thunder explosion!"

Boom! Boom! Boom!

A violent explosion sounded, and several werewolves who had exposed their tracks fled in a hurry, but unfortunately they were still hit.

A werewolf exploded on the spot, and his entire body was blown into a pool of minced meat.

The remaining two were also affected by the spell, but fortunately their fur and magic resistance helped them escape.

"Andrew!"

"Kill them and avenge Andrew!"

The death of his companions not only did not let

The two werewolves were terrified, which only aroused their ferocity.

They rushed towards the saint regardless of everything.

"Avada Kedavra!"

As soon as the two werewolves rushed out, two pale green lights flew out!

They didn't give them any chance to get close!

Killed them on the spot!

"Well done, don't give them a chance to get close."

Abernethy nodded and was about to lead people to get closer.

Suddenly he noticed something was wrong!

They had been entangled with these three werewolves for so long, why didn't they hear any traces of other werewolves!

Even if they were running away, they should have seen the startled birds in the jungle!

Unless...

"They are coming!"

Abernethy had followed Grindelwald in battle for many years, and this kind of small scene was nothing to him.

He immediately judged that the three werewolves just now were just bait.

The real werewolf army was right in front of him!

As soon as the voice fell, more than a dozen figures leaped down from the treetops.

Eyes flashed with ferocity!

The fishy saliva in the mouth and the strong body odor made it hard for people to open their eyes.

"Die for me!"

A group of werewolves used all their strength to tear through the psychological defenses of the saints at once.

They thought that their appearance would make the saints extremely frightened, and at worst, they would lose their composure, giving them an opportunity to take advantage of them.

Unexpectedly, none of these people panicked.

Even though a few people were a little nervous, they did not show any fear.

Not even one retreated!

"You are going to die! Don't blame us for being ruthless!"

"Hahaha... That's it? Is that all the saints can do?"

Several werewolves laughed wantonly, their eyes full of teasing and cruelty.

But the next second, they couldn't laugh anymore.

At such a close distance, they were sure that the saints would not have time to release the spell.

Unexpectedly, a protective shield lit up on these people at the same time!

Before their claws could hit the saints, they were bounced back one by one!

"It's the Shield Charm!"

"When did they cast the Shield Charm!"

The werewolves who were bounced back were full of shock, and they could hardly believe what they saw.

This was the Shield Charm cast silently!

If there were only one or two people, they could still accept it.

But there are more than twenty here!

Are all the saints so strong?

Anyone can cast silently!

Even among the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic, they are considered backbones!