Just as everyone had expected, when the viaduct connecting to the castle suddenly collapsed, the Werewolves sprinting across it and those who had not yet made it onto the bridge were all stunned by the abrupt turn of events.
They had never imagined that their opponents would stop them by destroying the viaduct.
No, it should be said that they had never imagined Yaxley would betray the Dark Lord and personally lead them into a dead end.
As long as they were not complete idiots, a Dampening Charm could keep the Werewolves on the bridge from being killed by the fall. But they should not forget that enemies were still watching them from the other side of the broken bridge. They could easily throw Mandrakes down below to cause trouble for the unlucky ones who had fallen. Even if it did not kill them, it would still leave them badly battered.
Most importantly, once the viaduct before them had collapsed, the hundreds of gathered Werewolves would find it difficult to storm the castle and put pressure on their side anytime soon.
With the Werewolves no longer posing an immediate threat, their mission was complete. Whether they could take this opportunity to eliminate a large number of Werewolves would depend on Nelson Tobin.
To ensure that the entire plan went off without a hitch, Nelson Tobin, the one carrying it out, had naturally taken Liquid Luck as well. At the perfect moment—when the viaduct collapsed and everyone was frozen in shock—he swiftly pulled a Mandrake from his leather bag and hurled it into the crowd behind them, intending to cut off their retreat and leave them no chance at all.
The effect was astonishing. The cry of just one Mandrake caught the Werewolves completely unprepared and brought down a huge number