"No, if everyone in this gang came from Selwyn's Werewolf Village... then one werewolf is still missing-their leader."
The information they had obtained in the village was very detailed.
Ordinarily, a village like that, whose residents shared neither blood ties nor much in the way of common interests, could never be as united as a single clan.
Besides, for the werewolves "left behind" in the village, the more accurate their information was, the more likely it was to benefit them in the future.
On one side was a job that could get them all killed; on the other was the temptation of becoming normal wizards again.
This was not a difficult choice at all. It was an open-book exam with the answers already marked.
Surely nobody could get a question like that wrong?
"Careful. He might be inside!" Lupin drew his wand and prepared for combat.
Sirius Black's subordinates all knew what Lupin was. Their target was a werewolf.
When another werewolf told them to be careful, they really ought to listen.
The Aurors and Hit Wizards left a small contingent to guard the werewolves on the ground. The rest raised their wands and watched the Gaunt Ancestral Home warily.
They had all noticed that most of the fallen werewolves were looking toward the Ancestral House. They evidently believed that something—or someone—over there could rescue them from these Ministry of Magic forces.
Although the werewolves had performed every bit as pathetically as expected, the Aurors and Hit Wizards did not let their guard down.
They knew Lockhart's visit concerned the Death Eaters and You-Know-Who. In the wizarding world, nothing involving those two was ever simple.
Sirius Black advanced at the front, wand in hand, and immediately prepared to blast the door open.
A moment later, startled cries erupted behind Sirius