great-warnovel Chapter 325 Halloween Under the Dawn
Chapter 325 Halloween Under the Dawn
Chapter 325 Halloween Under the Dawn
"I killed Greyback! All by myself!" Maria, covered in blood, was still somewhat dazed from the excitement.
She pointed behind her to a huge wolf-shaped body being dragged over by werewolves.
Even with Hermione's advancement, Maria's raw strength was still insufficient to contend with Greyback. However, this werewolf king had taken too many bullets and lost a lot of blood in the war against the Muggles. He was terrified when the nuclear explosion occurred, and he had experienced nuclear war firsthand.
It was that moment of stunned silence that gave Maria the opportunity to drill into his brain through his eyeballs and completely kill the progenitor of the modern werewolf.
His ambition and his crimes, like his pathetic death, went unnoticed.
While Hermione was comforting her shadow beast, Snape was also saying his final goodbyes in the castle's front porch.
"It's time. I think I should go."
Unlike the cheers and jubilation of everyone in the castle, Snape, who had lost an arm, appeared very dejected.
He knew he had to leave, and that he might never see Lily again.
"Severus, you've proven yourself. If you'd like to stay—" Lily couldn't help but urge him on.
"What am I going to do here? Be your Potions teaching assistant?" Snape chuckled self-deprecatingly.
He saw Harry and Sirius, who had transformed into a flaming deer, having fun not far away. Further away, James, covered in wounds, was recruiting Muggle soldiers who were surrendering, along with Moody and the others.
If the woman's plea for him to stay had stirred even a sliver of interest in him, the sight of that repulsive man and his child with Lily made him not want to stay there for even a second longer.
"I just want to know, Lily, have you forgiven me?"
His voice was so soft it was almost a murmur.
But before Lily could answer, he flew into the last darkness before dawn like a bat.
He didn't want to hear that answer, no matter what it was.
The castle was in chaos. The students ran out like madmen, lifting Flitwick up and tossing him into the air. They only needed to stay in the castle and focus on casting spells during this war, but they had seen the dangers and changes outside very carefully. Now, they could finally relax and celebrate.
The spider swarm, clattering and running around, is gathering the monsters' bodies together as food reserves for the next stage of reproduction.
Madam Pomfrey directed the elves to carry the injured into the barrier in batches. The school hospital was definitely not big enough, so they had to set up temporary beds on the lawn.
Few wizards were injured, but many Muggle soldiers were bitten in the fight against the werewolves. Most of them would later become werewolves, but in terms of their status as prisoners, there was not much difference.
The antibiotics that had been stockpiled were now being used on these Muggles, but even so, the shortage of supplies remained a top priority.
The castle's reserves were originally intended to meet the needs of the teachers and students, but now with so many mouths to feed, the shortage is simply too great.
"You mean, these Soviet troops didn't carry any supplies, not just medical equipment, but even rations?"
McGonagall looked at Scrinker with a stern expression.
They had originally thought that after the fairy caves were destroyed, the abandoned soldiers could still hold out for a while with their own supplies, but even the captured officers did not expect that their troops were not equipped with any supply vehicles when they passed through the fairy caves.
Each soldier only had ammunition and grenades; they weren't even equipped with a basic first-aid kit.
"They've already decided that if this force fails to accomplish its mission, they'll use nuclear weapons to destroy everything. Providing these people with supplies is just a waste," Scrimgeour said bitterly.
"That's ruthless, treating people like expendable resources."
"And now, they've become our problem." McGonagall frowned, looking worried.
"We cannot watch them starve to death or die from festering and infected wounds!" These prisoners, if used properly, will become the best labor force for building Hogsmeade.
The werewolves who can maintain their sanity without flesh and blood under Hermione's moonlight, along with a large number of obedient Muggle soldiers, will also be the first residents of the new Hogsmeade, ensuring that Hogwarts, with only a few hundred people, will not have to worry about building an empty city with no one to join.
"Even if we now have the largest and most comfortable ecological dome," McGonagall glanced at the sky, where the sun continued to rise.
Golden rays spread across the earth, and many people, even with red eyes, stared intently at the sun they had never seen before in their lives.
"But it will take time for the new crops to grow."
One,
"Where's Dumbledore? Where did he go?" Scrimgeour looked around.
After killing Voldemort, Hermione and Hilmi returned to the surface, but Dumbledore disappeared in the chaos.
At this moment, in the principal's office on the 8th floor of the castle.
The white wizard stood by the window with a sense of melancholy, looking down at the busy crowd below.
"Aren't you going down to take charge?" Phineas Black couldn't hide his excitement. Hogwarts was about to regain its glory, and they, the former headmasters, were also proud of it.
"You don't have to talk," Delis snapped at him. Clearly, Dumbledore wasn't in the mood.
"I just don't know how to face them," the White Wizard sighed.
"Even though I've been dead for so long and appeared in front of them so many times, now that everyone knows I'm just a ghost, I can't face it."
Like a clown who has performed on stage for a long time, when he removes all his makeup and appears in front of the public with his true face, he doesn't know how to respond to other people's gazes with his posture or expression.
"You'll get used to it eventually; the ghosts have plenty of time." Helena Ravenclaw's ghost emerged from the floor.
She stood beside Dumbledore, like a skilled forerunner.
"Ah, well, I just need some time." Dumbledore breathed a sigh of relief and rubbed his crooked nose, though it made little difference to a ghost.
"Minerva must be in a terrible state; I need to go down and help her."
"Speaking of which, does anyone remember today is Halloween? Nobody discriminates against ghosts on Halloween, right?"
The worry about supplies didn't last long, because from the direction of the Hogsmeade ruins, an old man with the same white beard...
Sitting on a handcart loaded with goods, which was moving automatically, they were slowly heading towards the castle.
"Foolish Death Eaters, foolish Dumbledore!" the old man spat.
"You really can't do anything right without Aberforth!"