The Fall of an Auror (Bonus Chapter)

The repercussions of the House of Rowle affair continue to unfold.

After the downfall of the House of Rowle, the lives of the Werewolf clan, who relied on the House of Rowle's wealth and resources for survival, were greatly impacted.

In the wizarding world, Werewolf are discriminated against by wizards because of their potential danger. Almost all Werewolf are unable to find decent work and live in extreme poverty.

So a group of Werewolf, led by Fenrir Greyback, joined forces with some Pure-blood families, such as the House of Rowle, to obtain the resources they needed for survival. In exchange, they would do things for the Pure-blood families that the Pure-blood families couldn't do in public or that couldn't be done in the open.

When the House of Rowle fell, the Werewolf were kept in the dark, didn't know what had happened until this month's supplies failed to arrive on time, at which point they realized something was wrong.

Fenrir's idea was to join another Pure-blood families, but this was not accepted by all the Werewolf under his command. Some of the Werewolf grew tired of living at the mercy of others and chose to leave.

Driven by hunger and cold, these Werewolf once again resorted to robbery, arson, and looting, posing a threat to both wizarding and Muggle World civilians.

Meanwhile, the Ministry of Magic was in a flurry of activity.

Every day, the Ministry of Magic receives at least thirty reports of Werewolf crimes. Auror, Hit Wizard, and scouts are frequently dispatched, but they are still overwhelmed. Often, just as one Werewolf case is quelled, more cases occur elsewhere.

On this day, in a remote village in Yorkshire.

The village was attacked by five Werewolf, and screams, cries, and the sounds of burning houses filled the air.

Three Auror happened to be patrolling a nearby village arrived just in time and engaged the Werewolf in a fierce battle.

Werewolf are extremely dangerous to ordinary wizards, but they are not enough to overcome well-trained Auror. If it weren't for their numerical advantage, these Werewolf would have been captured long ago.

One of the Werewolf was particularly clever. Sensing something was wrong, he betrayed his companions and ran away beforehand, rushing into the lush, gloomy forest.

Kingsley Shacklebolt was very frustrated. Today was supposed to be his day off, but the group of clueless Werewolf kept committing crimes, forcing him to work overtime.

His superior Scrimgeour, didn't get along very well with him. Although he tried his best to keep a low profile, Scriner knew that his Pure-blood families still attracted some hostility. This mission was one that Scrimgeour had forced upon him without even a chance to discuss it. If it were just a mission, it wouldn't be so bad, but what he hated most was being sent to patrol remote and impoverished areas. These missions were not only tiring, but they usually ended in failure, offering no benefit to his achievements or performance records—it was simply a waste of time.

He was furious and vowed to bring those Werewolf to justice and vent his anger.

Seeing the Werewolf gradually losing ground, he began to feel secretly pleased, but he never expected that one of the Werewolf would actually run away!

This won't do! None of you will escape my grasp! This was the first thought that popped into Kingsley's head.

So he chased after him alone and rushed into the woods.

He had absolute confidence in his strength. Among the Auror team of more than thirty people, he was among the top five. Scrimgeour was slightly stronger than him, that was beyond doubt, but Robards and Dawlish were at most on par with him. In fact, if he used his family's secret techniques, he believed he would be even stronger than them.

Even with the advantage of timing and location, a lone Werewolf could never be his match!

But he was wrong, terribly wrong.

He saw the Werewolf in the woods. He saw little fear in the Werewolf's eyes, only indifference and cruelty.

The Werewolf transformed into a Black Shadow and pounced on him.

Kingsley knew that Werewolf's fur had extremely high magic resistance, so he had to attack them with physical means. He quickly swung his wand, and the end of the wand simultaneously spewed out a whirlwind and flames, hitting the Werewolf accurately and sending him flying three feet away.

The Werewolf smelled of burning flesh, clearly indicating he was injured, but he did not back down. He roared even more furiously, arching his back and bristling his fur like spikes, preparing to launch the next attack.

Kingsley brandished his wand, manipulating withered branches and boulders to hurl at the Werewolf, leaving him scrambling to dodge and weave.

Just as the Werewolf's evasive range was being gradually compressed, and Kingsley felt victory was within reach, he suddenly sensed danger. He dodged, and a streak of blue light narrowly grazed past him. He quickly turned around.

An unpleasant, grating laugh came from the tree.

An ugly old witch sat on a thick branch of a tree.

"Annis, it's you!" A sense of unease began to creep into Kingsley's mind. He frantically cast spells to defend against the Werewolf that were trying to break through, while shouting coldly, "Even the Hag is involved in these civilian attacks?"

Just as he once again skillfully dodged Annis's attack and knocked the Werewolf away, he said coldly, "This time, none of you will escape!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Kingsley's expression changed drastically; he found himself unable to move.

"What happened?" He had no idea what had happened, and he would never have the chance to find out the truth.

Just then, he saw a huge Werewolf pounce on him, and a sharp pain shot through his neck, causing him to close his eyes.

Beside Kingsley's body, his shadow slowly wriggled, as if it had come to life.

After a while, the shadow bulged out from the ground and slowly transformed into a solid object.

The Werewolf lowered his hands and knelt respectfully.

"Tsk tsk..." Annis made a sound of dissatisfaction, "Bathory, I say, your Shadow Binding Technique doesn't seem to work very well. The preparation took too long. If it weren't for Little Wolf and me working together to keep this guy firmly tied down here, your technique wouldn't have worked at all!"

Bathory's eyes gleamed with shrewdness. "Have you ever considered why, among so many different races, Master Malfoy chose our two races as allies?"

"Tch!" Annis said, "Is that even a question? It's because our two races' unpredictable and treacherous methods match his style of operating in the shadows, and it's also beneficial to his plans!"

Bathory slowly shook his head. "What you said is only one aspect. Don't forget that the Ogre, the Goblin Royalty, and the Banshee all have their trump cards; they're no less capable than us..."

"Then why do you think that is?" Annis raised an eyebrow.

"I think," Bathory pondered for a moment before slowly saying, "It's because our two races' abilities can complement each other. Young Master Malfoy must have seen this—a man as thoughtful as him couldn't have overlooked how many tactical combinations could be formed between our Vampire Royalty's Shadow Attachment Magic and Hypnosis Magic and your Hag's Mind Control Magic and Gu-Poisoning Magic..."

"I say, aren't you overestimating him? How old is he? How could he know so much about the abilities of our two races?" Although Annis said this, she couldn't help but shudder when she remembered the magical phenomenon that Skylar had used to recruit her, and she began to doubt her own words.

Bathory's lips curled into a slight smile. "See, you think the same thing yourself, you're just being stubborn and won't admit it."

"Tch! This old woman is so old, the thought of being bossed around by a brat is naturally unpleasant." Seeing Bathory's displeasure, Annis quickly changed her tune, "But there's nothing she can do. The young master comes from a powerful family and is incredibly strong. Honestly, being able to follow him is this old woman's luck—" At this point, Annis lowered her voice and murmured, "I don't want to become his enemy..."

Bathory did not answer.

She turned to look at the Little Wolf. "What about you?" Her tone was serious, with a hint of coldness. "Have you harmed any innocent villagers?"

"No, really no," the Werewolf lowered his head fearfully. "We followed all the orders of the young master and the two gentlemen. We just scared the villagers and set some fires. We didn't hurt anyone. Everything we did was to cooperate with our master's plan..."

"That's for the best. If the master finds out that innocent people have been harmed, none of us can protect you!"

"Yes, yes," the Werewolf nodded and bowed hastily, "Little Wolf know, I certainly won't make things difficult for you two."

"What about your four Werewolf companions?" A smile appeared in Bathory's eyes.

"They won't listen to me, all they want is to get back to that good-for-nothing Fenrir. Even though Fenrir has allied himself with the House of Selwyn, how can the House of Selwyn compare to the young master?" The Werewolf gritted his teeth, a hardening thought forming in his mind. "Since they're so stubborn, they can't be blamed. This time they deserve to be sacrificed. Let the Ministry of Magic kill them!"

"Very well, let's go! Young Master must be getting anxious waiting for our news."