great-warnovel Chapter 212 Not a Single One Left Behind
Chapter 212 Not a Single One Left Behind
Chapter 212 Not a Single One Left Behind
The warm, white light shone on him, and he felt a surge of restlessness and power.
Although it didn't know why the moon had suddenly fallen, it didn't care. Boiling bloodlust was overshadowing its remaining rationality, and it only wanted to use its own thinking to understand things in this frenzy.
But its subjects, unlike itself, retain a certain degree of critical thinking.
Under the glow of the hazy moon, the already exhausted body was forced to deform once again, even at the cost of its life force, in order to replenish its brutal blood once more.
They lay on the ground in agony, their bodies convulsing as wolf fur grew out, and one wolf howl after another rang out.
Even the other three werewolf wizards couldn't get up to offer their congratulations and loyalty to their master. They could only tremble and try to suppress their urge to howl in their werewolf form.
"Damn it, these brainless idiots who have no blood to eat!" Hogg cursed.
Although it itself has also fallen into fanaticism, it is clearly not to the point of losing its mind.
To allow these servants to witness the moon's choice of itself, it opened its mouth wide, as if ruminating, and with a forceful vomit, expelled a large amount of its body mixed with blood.
"Eat up! Eat up!"
"The Prince of Satisfaction, in his great mercy, will once again satisfy your gluttonous desires!"
Those disgusting, half-rotten corpses, who knows how long they had been preserved inside Hogg's belly, emitted a stench that could knock a person out.
But the werewolves, as if they had smelled something delicious, rushed forward like madmen to snatch the food.
Perhaps this is the origin of the hoarder's name. As a wizard, he did not receive a complete magical education, but he developed strange uses for it and became the leader of a pack of werewolves, gaining the favor of Fenrir Greyback.
"This feast under the moon is the first step in my receiving divine favor! Remember tonight! You lucky wolf cubs, you have witnessed the birth of a king!"
He laughed heartily, ignoring the werewolves who were still wolfing down their food, and strode towards the high cliffs, facing the boundless coastline and the hazy moon that was slowly descending.
He spread his arms, his enormous body resembling a mountain of flesh. The drooping layers of fat made him almost unrecognizable as a werewolf, more like a wild boar standing up.
"Come down to me, Moon! I will be blessed here and become the werewolf king who will overthrow the world!" it shouted fervently.
As the moon drew closer and grew larger, accompanied by its cool glow and the increasingly loud, ethereal hum, it stared wide-eyed. The full moon was reflected in its blood-red wolf eyes, and its bloody, foul-smelling mouth stretched almost to its ears, eagerly anticipating the moon's arrival.
Even the werewolves who were fighting over the flesh and blood raised their heads. After their bloodlust subsided slightly, they began to look forward to seeing their master being chosen by the moon.
Unbeknownst to them, Hermione had quietly broken away from the Moonlit Sky and stood atop the gently sloping cliff. She and the others remained hidden in the darkness, waiting for Hogg to witness their own moon.
Finally, the hazy moon drifted down to Hogg's head and touched its forehead in its expectant gaze.
The next instant, a terrifying explosion occurred.
The blinding white light instantly engulfed the entire giant werewolf, along with a small rock protruding from the sea cliff. The intense heat and radiation caused it to expand spherically, annihilating everything within the blast radius.
None of the werewolves anticipated this. Hermione precisely controlled the explosion within a small area, which made it more powerful, but those outside could not feel anything, only a gust of hot air.
They stared blankly, waiting for the white light to end so they could see what changes would occur in their owner.
But when the aftershocks of the explosion subsided, the protruding sea cliff had completely vanished, and the seemingly powerful hoarder Hogg had been completely evaporated, leaving not a trace.
"No—it's gone?" a werewolf wizard said in disbelief.
"The moon... it didn't choose its master, but destroyed it?" they stammered in disbelief.
That's the moon, the absolute source of spiritual power that controls werewolf transformation. From the day they transform into werewolves, they must remember the date of every full moon. Even if thick radiation clouds obscure its image, its influence is transmitted to every werewolf without any reduction. Even if they are hiding indoors or underground in the dark, the power of the moon is always with them.
Whether intentionally or forced, the moon has become their faith to some extent, especially among werewolf groups where magical education has been almost interrupted, where they are more willing to regard the moon as the origin of their race.
But now, the moon they worshipped has turned their master to dust in a single glance!
The powerful and arrogant hoarder Hogg, the second son of the werewolf king, a werewolf lord with unparalleled strength and an all-consuming belly, was simply evaporated without a trace.
"What on earth is going on! Isn't that the moon?!" A werewolf stood up in terror, shouting in a savage voice.
But in the next instant, a chain fell from the sky and slammed its entire head into the ground.
Harry had already taken the lead and leaped into the pack of werewolves.
His battle-ready smile startled the werewolves around him, but before they could react, the ground beneath their feet suddenly softened and trembled, making them lose their footing. Then, this innocent-looking human child swung his heavy steel chain and swept them all away.
"Monsters, prepare to die!"
With his Transfiguration spell combined with magical weapons, Harry was like a rhinoceros, the ground churning wherever he went, and werewolves being sent flying like bowling balls.
"Enemy attack! It's human wizards!" one of the werewolf wizards shouted. Fortunately, Hogg had shared some meat with them earlier, which kept them somewhat rational and allowed them to organize a simple defense.
But that's exactly the effect Hermione wanted to achieve; a disorganized and exhausted werewolf wouldn't serve as effective training.
The other werewolves immediately surrounded the arrogant child, but Hermione's group also arrived.
The flying spells knocked away the werewolves that pounced on them one by one. Percy, Cedric, and the twins appeared one by one, followed by Ron, Neville, and Draco.
Hermione and Bill stood quietly on the sloping but stable boulder, while Charlie flew into the air on his broomstick to survey the entire scene.
"Not a wolf-hunting team! Why is it a bunch of kids?" Looking at these overly young faces, the werewolf wizard, who held some leadership position, was completely bewildered.
But these children seemed to be exceptionally strong; ordinary werewolves couldn't even last a single move against them.
"Surround them! Surround them! They're just a bunch of immature brats! Don't be afraid!"
It was shouting loudly, unaware that Percy had already set his sights on it.
As the 7th-grade student council president, he certainly didn't want to share his Muggle werewolf achievements with his younger brothers.