Atop a pile of rubble in the ruins of the Munitions Factory, Matthew and François exchanged glances, each seeing the fear in the other's eyes.
Even though they had both witnessed Vaughn's devastating wide-area Jinx in North America, they were still shaken to the core.
They had never heard of magic like this before, so there was no doubt that it was a new spell developed by the Chairman.
The spell was terrifying. It reaped lives without a sound and covered a whole area, making it even more horrifying than the Killing Curse.
They even wondered whether the International Confederation of Wizards might one day classify this new spell as the fourth Unforgivable Curse.
As for Greyback and the werewolf wizards, Matthew and François had not even seen how Vaughn subdued them. All they saw was the Dimensional Gate appearing twice, leaving those people completely unable to resist.
Could the Dimensional Gate also be used to attack?
As their thoughts ran wild, they suddenly noticed Vaughn looking their way from a distance. Their hearts tightened, and they hurriedly stopped speculating and headed toward the Muggle werewolves with their wands in hand.
Meanwhile, the Dimensional Gate appeared behind Vaughn once again, and figures filed out of it, each wearing robes bearing the C emblem.
"Secure all the werewolves, including the werewolf wizards over here, and take them all back," Vaughn instructed softly. Lupin had been the first to emerge from the Dimensional Gate. He stood motionless, his bloodshot eyes fixed on Greyback at Vaughn's feet.
He would never forget this man. If not for Greyback, why would he have endured so many years of suffering?
Before the Wolfsbane Potion had appeared, every full moon had been a nightmare for him.
Without Dumbledore's care and his three good friends at his side