Chapter 1677: War Without Victors (127)
Yet the matter did not end there.
Although the Ministry of Magic had collectively voted to sentence those Muggles turned werewolves to death, dealing with hundreds of werewolves in a short time remained a massive headache for countless people.
It was not that executing several hundred werewolves was difficult. The problem was that no one was willing to take on such a cruel task.
Even if they could transform into werewolves during the Full Moon, that only happened after they transformed. Aurors were not bloodthirsty monsters who killed without blinking, so naturally, no one wanted to slaughter a huge group of pitiable people.
When faced with hundreds of helpless, unfortunate Muggles, very few could bring themselves to strike. The matter thus stalled, giving the Ministry of Magic a terrible headache. They could not simply force Aurors to take part in such a brutal massacre.
Well, anyone with even the slightest concern for their reputation would refuse to participate in such a slaughter. Even if someone had such thoughts, they would not dare underestimate those troublemakers who loved watching chaos unfold.
If word of this got out, who knew when they might end up with some new nickname or rumor attached to them?
Still, the matter had to be resolved properly. After several hours of intense wrangling, Kingsley, the Minister of Magic, ultimately took the lead in dealing with those lingering Muggle werewolves.
They would let them go with as little pain as possible.
Thus, Avalon's Killing Curse, regarded as one of the Unforgivable Curses, was unexpectedly used on a massive scale that day to euthanize the werewolves and ensure they passed peacefully.
The world was always so strange.
"Who could have imagined a day like this?" Albert's expression was particularly unusual.
"Yeah, no one