Chapter 152 Attack
It was a little after six o'clock in the afternoon. Today's date was a bit special. Ma En planned to stop working early before the moon came out. He stood up, stretched his body, stretched his tired body, and said to the remaining people:
"That's it for today. I'm too tired. There's no need for you to stay here every day. Just count the days according to the number plate I gave you. Also, these two days are full moon days, so I haven't received Wolfsbane. For the potion, go to the Hogwarts Guards next to your residence as soon as possible to get it from Mr. Black. Don’t worry, he won’t discriminate against you. He has a good friend who was also a werewolf.”
All the werewolves nodded in greeting and left, heading towards the temporary residence prepared for them by Walder. The place was not far from here and had hot water and food inside.
Soon, apart from Ma En and a few others, there was only one werewolf left during the May Day holiday.
There are people like this who stay every day, trying to say a few nice words and get early treatment. Ma En doesn't pay much attention: "Man, go back and rest. Follow your number plate. I'm really too tired."
"Sir, I..." The werewolf lowered his head and was trembling a little.
Marn took out some money, turned around and handed it to Ginny, asking her to distribute it to him and his brothers. Just as he was about to turn around and send this person away, he saw Esther pull out her wand and throw a spell behind her, mouthing Li shouted: "Be careful!"
A strong wind hit the back of his head. Ma En tilted his head, and then felt something piercing his right shoulder.
A strong corrosive aura spread along the wound to all sides. Ma En felt it for a moment, and then the flesh and blood on his body turned into flames, preying on the aura, and then poured out along the wound, destroying his body. Quickly patched up.
Esther's magic didn't work, either because it was blocked or simply missed because he was too fast.
Most of these werewolves have not received formal wizarding education due to their status, and their use of magic is very sparse. Even if there are occasional people who have received education, they rarely use magic that requires skill because of their own speed and strength.
After all, compared to magic, it is more convenient and more enjoyable to fight with one's own body.
The magic wand in Esther's hand continuously releases evil curses that can kill or maim, slowly compressing the hiding space of the flying werewolf.
"Okay, Esther, I have something to ask him." Ma En stopped the angry Esther, sealed the room, and used fire wires to form a secret network to tightly control him. A small movement will ignite its own range.
There were bloodshot eyes in his eyes. He looked cruel, but not crazy. And judging from his actions when he was dodging just now, this guy had obviously drank the wolfsbane potion, which meant that today's attack was premeditated.
Ma En asked expressionlessly: "Name."
The trapped werewolf seemed to recognize the reality, gave up struggling, and squatted on the ground motionless. Hearing Ma En's question, he let out a rather unconvincing "cut" sound.
The fire net suddenly shrank and fell on him, burning the guy and letting out a shrill scream.
"I said, name." Ma En asked again. He was actually not too interested in this guy's name, but he thought it would be a good start.
"Dyson! My name is Dyson Glock!" He began to roll on the ground in pain, but the more he rolled, the harder the line of fire pressed on his body. His skin was burned by the high-heat flames, leaving dry black marks, and then he was far away from him. It split open under the action, and some thick blood flowed out.
Marn suddenly remembered something, turned around and said to the Weasleys: "You guys go back first. Tomorrow the same time will still be eight o'clock in the morning. Ron, you can ask Harry to come over and play together."
Ron and his brother and sister had never seen such a cruel scene, and even the twin brothers who seemed to have the most energetic personalities had some unbearable expressions on their faces.
"Okay, man, I think... I think we are really not suitable for staying here. See you tomorrow." George or Fred said with a strong smile on his face.
After sending them away, Ma En looked at Esther again. Esther shook his head slightly. He didn't say anything but turned his head to spread the fire net that was getting tighter around Dyson, and then asked: " Why did you attack me? Was it you, or someone sent you here."
Dyson was lying on the ground dying. The violent struggle just now consumed a lot of his energy, but the werewolf's recovery was very good. It didn't take long for him to breathe again, and the wounds on his body slowly recovered. Some hair grew on the bare burned areas.
He lay on the ground and said in a low voice: "It's Fenrir Greyback. The large number of werewolves fleeing caused him to lose a lot of manpower. He sent me to try to see if I can turn you into a werewolf..."
"You're lying," Esther said suddenly, "Look up at us, Glock!"
The werewolf was silent, lowered his head and did not speak. Ma En forcibly used magic to straighten his huge wolf head on the ground.
"Your Occlumency is very poor. Even Crabbe or Goyle wouldn't have nothing in their minds." Marn said, looking at his eyes that were opened by magic.
"Marn, would you like..." Esther stretched out her wand and gestured. After a Cruciatus Curse, the average person's Occlumency would always have some flaws.
Marn shook his head and shouted to the corner of the room: "Patrick, go find Margaery."
Phoenix, who was sleeping on the shelf, was startled. He stretched his neck twice like a chicken, fluttered his wings and disappeared.
When it appeared in the room again, it grabbed a girl's hand with one paw. Not only Margaery, but Hermione was also carried over by it. It chirped twice, then landed on the shelf and fell asleep.
Ma En didn't say anything, but just glanced at Margaery, and then pointed at the werewolf lying on the ground in an awkward posture.
Margery looked knowingly at this guy with regular bald fur, and glanced into his eyes.
"What's wrong, Margaery?" Ma En asked casually, looking at her sister whose eyebrows were gradually tightening.
"Isn't Voldemort... dead? How could he still give orders to these werewolves, and..."
"And what?"
"That guy seems to be hanging out with the old diehards from the old school."
It's not surprising that Voldemort would come back. He once asked Sirius to check his vault, but he didn't find the gold cup. He already knew that sooner or later this thing would come out and disgust people, but he would get involved with those old-schoolers, yes What Ma En could not have imagined.