great-warnovel Chapter 211 This is the Moon's Choice
Chapter 211 This is the Moon's Choice
Chapter 211 This is the Moon's Choice
We returned to the mountain village less than two hours later.
The children huddled together, waiting listlessly, but Harry had already begun carefully wiping his chain.
Hermione descended from the sky with Maria: "Ready?"
Her abrupt question startled Percy: "Tonight?"
He thought that even if the investigation was completed, everyone should be prepared and wait a day or two before taking action.
But Hermione didn't want those werewolves to live for another two days, although she wasn't as emotionally volatile as Maria.
But she was indeed disgusted by their despicable behavior.
"About fifty werewolves, including the leader and three wizards; the rest are Muggle werewolves," she said succinctly, but the murderous intent in her voice remained undiminished.
"I don't think there's much to prepare for this quantity." She glanced around.
"Ginny and Luna don't need to go; the rest of us are more than enough."
Percy in seventh grade, Cedric in sixth grade, George and Fred in fifth grade, then Harry, Ron, Neville and Draco in third grade, and Maria, a werewolf who, although a Muggle, had mastered the Beast Prayer.
With nine people, Bill, an elite adult wizard, as a bodyguard, and Hermione in charge, these werewolves couldn't cause much of a stir.
"I want to go too!" Ginny raised her hand in dissatisfaction.
"Ronnie is only a year older than me! Why can he do it but I can't?!"
Ron finally adopted the older brother's attitude, pressing her hand down: "Let's talk about that when you've mastered the Stunning Spell!"
To outsiders, sending children who are almost third graders to the battlefield is already a very outrageous thing, but Hermione knows how much these four boys have improved.
A month ago, they were able to join forces to defeat the careless Death Eaters, and recently they have been training hard, constantly improving their combat experience through battles.
If you don't consider magical power, there's not much difference between them and adult wizards.
The wolf-hunting team at Malfoy Castle only had about ten people, and each of them was probably not as skilled in magic as Percy was now. In comparison, these kids might be even stronger, after all, they had Hermione as their backer and a considerable amount of wolfsbane potion to rely on.
Bill stood up: "I'll call Charlie along too, so one person can manage."
"How are we going to get across? There are so many people, we don't have enough brooms," Cedric asked, feeling a little nervous as it was his first time participating in such an activity.
Hermione smiled and said, "I have my own way of doing things. Everyone should check their wands. If any need potions, you can go back and get them now."
"Consider tonight's battle a warm-up before Hogwarts' return!"
Soon, Bill brought Charlie up the mountain with him, the latter carrying a broom.
Hermione could sense that there were quite a few people quietly following them in the darkness behind them. Clearly, the adults were still somewhat worried and were trailing behind at a distance.
"Great, everyone's here, let's go."
As she spoke, to everyone's astonishment, a small piece of cliff rumbled and, in a purple light, was peeled off the mountainside in one piece, with Hermione standing steadily on it.
"What are you waiting for?"
She smiled as she looked at the wide-eyed crowd. After working with Dumbledore to fly the entire Hogwarts across the strait, her understanding of gravity magic had deepened.
At its current level, it's nothing more than a giant, persistent rock sphere, imbued with ever-growing magical power.
With the support of the Golden Thief's Radiant Stone, such a level of consumption is nothing.
"Hooray!" Harry cheered as he jumped onto the floating rock, and then the other children followed suit one after another.
Bill and Charlie exchanged a glance. There was no need to use the broom anymore. With this little girl who had broken the rules around, they could just go along and do nothing.
In fact, just this one huge rock, flying silently over the werewolves in the dark and then crashing down with lightning speed, could instantly crush half of the werewolves into a bloody pulp.
But Hermione's purpose was to train troops, so she only used it as a means of transportation.
As the night grew increasingly dark, the mountain stone took off smoothly, flying towards the coast. Looking down, one could vaguely see the figures of adults standing on the cliff edge, gazing in this direction.
Harry excitedly lay on the edge of the rock, shouting wildly against the strong wind.
"They say that wizards in the old Soviet Union used uprooted trees as flying machines! Hermione, you're way more skilled than them!"
He was on Hogwarts when it flew across the strait, but that castle was too big, and staying indoors made it impossible to feel the reality of flying. Unlike now, where the rough wind can blow directly into your mouth.
"The only downside is that it was too dark at night, and we couldn't see anything down there."
"What do you say, how about our Quidditch players also fly on stones!?"
The boys shouted. On a moonless night, everything was indeed pitch black, but Hermione had already memorized the location of the werewolves' hideout and was flying accurately and quickly using her magical senses.
Less than half an hour later, they returned to the sea cliff where the werewolves had gathered.
They had finished their bloody meal, and the bloodlust brought by the full moon was gradually dissipating. The werewolves were lounging on the rocks in twos and threes, taking a nap. Some had even gradually reverted to their werewolf forms, lying there naked and carefree.
Only Hogg and three werewolf wizards seemed more presentable, spreading out soft animal hides by the campfire and chatting idly. It was just that they couldn't find any drinks, otherwise they might have been even more comfortable.
Hermione suspended the rock in mid-air, and the others watched by the light of the campfire below.
"Very good, their bestial nature has just subsided, and in their current state, they have little fighting power to speak of," Bill whispered. These werewolves had eaten and drunk their fill, were mentally exhausted, and were gradually withdrawing from their transformations, making them easier to ambush.
But Hermione thought about it and realized that a swift and decisive attack wouldn't serve as effective training. Killing these werewolves who had reverted to human form was no different from killing Muggles.
"Then let's add fuel to the fire."
After saying that, she soared into the air, transforming once more into a full moon, and floated lightly downwards.
She had already verified it with Maria; her moon wasn't as strong as a real full moon. A real moon, even through clouds, could affect werewolves, but only those illuminated by her moonlight could cause werewolves to undergo an uncontrollable transformation.
Her transformed form, the moon, slowly drifted toward the sea cliff, and the rocks controlled by gravity magic also slowly descended.
The werewolves below hadn't noticed the change in the sky, but suddenly, they felt the fervor in their blood begin to boil again.
"What's going on? Didn't they already eat people? Why are they starting again?"
They are different.
Until one of the werewolves looked up and saw the light source in the sky gradually growing larger: "What is that?!"
They had never seen the moon before, and they pointed at it and shouted as if it were a terrifying monster.
Hogger, the hoarder, suddenly looked up and saw the moon flying closer and closer. As the moonlight shone on him, a surge of brutality welled up from the depths of his heart once again.
"That's the moon! The legendary moon!"
He cried out in surprise and ecstatic joy, for as the werewolf king's favored child, he had received far more education.
I've seen the moon in picture books.
"The moon we werewolves worship! The celestial body that brings power and wildness! It's breaking through the clouds! Heading towards us!"
The massive body rose, its enormous flesh trembling, and it raised its hands high like a high priest: "The moon has chosen me! It has chosen the second son of the werewolf king!"
"I will become the new Werewolf King! This is the moon's choice!"