The clearing fell completely silent. The little Thunderbird fluttered its wings and landed on Wizet's shoulder.
Wizet smiled faintly and said to the little Thunderbird, "Go! I need rain-a thunderstorm!"
The little Thunderbird seemed to remember something. It grew excited, flapped its wings, and soared into the sky.
Wizet raised his wand and gave it a gentle flick in the little Thunderbird's direction. At that same moment, his obscurus core pulsed...
Having done all this, he lowered his wand and gazed at the full moon high above, waiting for a precise moment to arrive.
He abruptly raised his wand and swept it gently toward the laboratory beside him.
The laboratory doors burst open, and Fenrir Greyback flew backward out of them. His body was still bound in shackles as he shot straight up into the sky.
The biting wind rushed into his mouth and nose. He forced his eyes wide open and glanced downward out of the corners of his eyes.
He saw the people and tents on the ground growing smaller and smaller. The Ritual Magic Array, however, was now visible in its entirety.
Before he could think, an intense sensation of weightlessness struck him.
Magic dragged him downward, and like a meteor crashing to earth, he slammed into the center of the Ritual Magic Array.
Including Remus Lupin, all the M.S.C. employees whom Fenrir Greyback had infected with "lycanthropy" looked up at once.
There was not a cloud in the sky that night, so they could easily pick out Fenrir Greyback's figure.
Even as the cold wind swept past them, not one of them closed their eyes. They all stared unblinkingly at Fenrir Greyback.
At that moment, they all clenched their teeth, grinding them audibly, and even tasted blood between them.
Their fists tightened, their chests heaving