Fenrir Greyback Embraced Lycanthropy

As the elite among wizards, Aurors, even when retired, gray-haired, their bodies tormented by old wounds and lingering Dark Magic, were still far stronger at spellcasting than ordinary wizards;

The retired Aurors led by Mad-Eye Moody were basically all in that state;

The only thing that could truly limit them was that their stamina was no longer so abundant, and they could not fight for long periods.

Even so, they still wanted to chant and cast as much as possible, to stop one Werewolf from committing violence, then stop another Werewolf from committing violence...

"Damn it! It's that beast Greyback!"

A retired Auror cursed and waved his Wand at the Werewolf ahead, Fenrir Greyback.

A loop of rope appeared out of thin air on the ground, but just as it tightened, Fenrir Greyback leaped upward and dodged it with ease.

He had a coat of gleaming silver fur and an incredibly burly build, at least a full size larger than an ordinary Werewolf, practically like the difference between a black bear and a polar bear.

After dodging the rope, Fenrir Greyback immediately pounced back toward the ground, and three streaks of red light swept over his back.

His massive size did not affect his speed in the slightest. He let out a long howl, as if mocking the retired Aurors for being old and weak, and charged toward two spectators who had fallen to the ground not far away.

The two spectators were covered in footprints. They had probably stumbled while fleeing, then been trampled by the panicked spectators behind them, causing them to fall unconscious.

"Protego!" Mad-Eye Moody raised his Wand and released a Shield Charm in Fenrir Greyback's direction.

Thud!

Caught off guard, Fenrir Greyback slammed into the invisible shield Mad-Eye Moody had released. Half his cheek caved