Six Werewolves raced through the forest. Running on all fours in their wolf forms, they were even faster than ordinary wolves.
"Very close!" Fenrir Greyback said in a deep voice, constantly using scent to discern the direction. "Harry Potter passed through here. They're right ahead!"
After losing so many Subordinates tonight, Fenrir Greyback was unwilling to retreat just like that.
Harry Potter was already within reach. They had to try.
After dozens of breaths, they finally caught up to Harry Potter.
"Up in the tree!" A Werewolf staring at Harry and Cedric on a branch lowered his body slightly. His reverse-jointed legs compressed like springs, gathering strength.
However, before he could leap, a thread shot in from the side and stuck to a tree beside the Werewolf's feet.
The thread rapidly contracted. A flash of silver glinted, and a bloody line appeared across the tendons in the Werewolf's legs.
The Werewolf leaped up and lunged at Harry.
But at the very moment he launched himself, the tendons in his legs ruptured, bursting into a mist of blood.
After rising only a short distance, the Werewolf realized something was wrong with the distance.
Only then did he feel the excruciating pain shooting through the tendons in his legs.
The Werewolf looked down and found that something had sliced halfway through both his ankles. The tendons inside had all been severed and exposed.
Momentum carried him through a short arc before he crashed heavily in front of a stump.
Another thread shot from behind and stuck to the stump before the Werewolf.
This time, he saw it clearly—Matthew Black was moving rapidly along the thread he had fired.
This was one of the Alchemy Items they had obtained earlier. It could fire a special kind of spider silk and retract it as