Were they hunting werewolves earlier too?
Why had his group been worked half to death while the other side, despite being busy all night as well, was still full of energy and even holding a celebration feast here?
"You can join us too."
Albert raised his glass to the young people who had become Aurors. "As for the werewolves, wait until dawn, when they've all returned to human form, before taking them back to the Ministry of Magic. That would undoubtedly be safer. I'm sure Kingsley won't object."
"Harry, I think Albert is right. We shouldn't take risks. One unfortunate case like Bole is enough," Seamus said loudly enough for everyone to hear.
"You're right. Everyone, rest here for a while. There's still some time before dawn, and I need to report the situation here to the Ministry of Magic first." Noticing the expectant looks from his companions, Harry nodded and accepted Seamus's suggestion.
In fact, the Ministry of Magic had no objections. With one unlucky fellow already, it was better to proceed cautiously.
Before long, both groups sat together amicably on carpets spread across the lawn, eating and chatting about that night's hunt.
However, after Lee Jordan finished speaking, Harry's group suddenly fell silent as one.
Yes, they were a little crushed.
Had they really been doing the same thing tonight? They had worked overtime all night and been run ragged, while for the others, it had become a nighttime hunting excursion.
"I'm so jealous of you!"
Compared with the pleasant hunt on Avalon's side, Harry's group, who had been responsible for dealing with the werewolf problem in the Muggle World, had truly been exhausted that night. They had no energy at all to dance amid everyone's cheers and encouragement.
"By the way, has anyone seen Albert?"
Having just