More than ten?

Kingsley lowered his voice and said, "I can only say that they are worthy of being werewolves. They can gather so many of them right under the nose of the Ministry of Magic."

Harry gave him a strange look. "When has the Ministry of Magic ever cared about werewolves?"

Kingsley opened his mouth, thought carefully, and couldn't find any point to refute.

"The Ministry is different now." He clenched his fists. "Mr. Thicknesse is a man of action."

"I should hope so." Harry waved his wand.

Magic power surged, the Transfiguration Spell twisted, and several simple traps appeared at the entrance of the dungeon.

"How do we lure them out?" Kingsley leaned forward. "I go in?"

"Don't bother." Harry shook his head.

He took out a firework and directed it to float into the entrance of the dungeon. When it was almost out of sight, it lit with a hissing sound.

After a while, there was a muffled "bang" in the cave.

Fireworks exploded, and extremely thick golden-red smoke rolled out of the crypt.

"What is this?" Kingsley's eyes were filled with surprise.

With years of experience as an Auror, he could see how useful this thing was.

Even if there is a corresponding spell, most Aurors find it difficult to cast a smoke spell of this standard.

"George and Fred's invention." Harry took another one out of the hat and threw it to him. "They said it was a small prop to liven up the atmosphere of a party. Of course, it could also be a prank prop."

“See that flap at the top?”

Kingsley looked at the little thing in his hand. It was round and potato-like, with exaggerated cartoon images of George and Fred on it. The two of them were holding up a silver griffin statue aloft - they had originally planned to put Harry on it as well, but they couldn't convince him.

At the very top, there is a small silver cover buckle.

He nodded.

"The lid can be opened." Harry introduced while staring at the crypt, "You can put some small things in it, such as pepper, chili powder, etc."

“It’s also very easy to use.”

"Just light the fuse on the tail. You have four seconds to react."

Kingsley continued to ask.

"Here it comes!" Harry said quickly.

A figure jumped out of the cave, stepped on the trap, and with a whoosh—vines wrapped around the man's feet and hung him up, dangling at the entrance of the cave like dried bacon.

"Thunder explosion!"

Almost immediately, a werewolf drew his wand, pointed it outside, and chanted a spell.

Others used barrier spells and transfiguration spells.

They violently destroyed the remaining traps outside the dungeon and carefully explored the situation outside the dungeon, all in an intensive and orderly manner.

"That's a bit surprising," Harry commented simply.

Kingsley agreed: "Most of them have never received a formal education. It is surprising that they can own wands and learn these spells. I should tell Mr. Scrimgeour when I get back..."

"What I mean is," Harry interrupted him, "their quality is much better than any Auror I've ever met."

Kingsley was stunned, took a deep breath, and couldn't refute.

"Werewolves without any skills would have died long ago." Sirius started, imitating Harry's gaze forward, but he could see nothing. "Remus told me that no matter whether they are good or bad, the werewolves who survived are cunning and powerful."

"Let's catch them now?" Kingsley was eager to try, attempting to prove the Auror's case.

"No rush, let's see how many they have." Harry shook his head.

"Can you see clearly?" Kingsley tried to stare. The forest was pitch black. Like Sirius, he could only hear some vague noises but could not see anything.

"Sixteen, seventeen..." Harry counted, "My eyesight is a little better than the average person."

Kingsley tried to look again.

It was pitch black, and the moonlight did not provide him with sufficient vision.

He turned to look at Harry, who looked serious.

This kind of ability... He was born to be an Auror!

"Don't look at me that weird way." Harry turned around and looked at him, which scared Kingsley.

The bald man was about to retort.

Harry didn't give him a chance and continued, "There are nineteen werewolves in total. We should be thankful that there aren't twenty."

"Greyback is here too."

"Leave it to me. Don't hurt it by mistake. It must be kept alive."

"Be careful."

Several people agreed.

Harry stood up and waved his hand forward: "It's about a hundred yards ahead. Don't worry too much that we will be discovered by them now."

A hundred yards?

Kingsley looked at Harry with even more surprise.

The normal person's field of vision during the day is about this level. How can Harry have such a wide field of vision at night when there is only moonlight?

Outside the crypt.

"Brother, we found it. This is it." A short wizard crawled out of the dungeon, holding a ball-shaped object that had exploded into two pieces in his hand.

Greyback reached out and took it, staring at it.

He hasn't seen it.

It doesn't look like anything threatening, with a garish paint job, two giant, grinning faces, and a very long string of words: "Weasley Bros. Joke Workshop".

"We... Wesley, brother, joke, work, shop." Werewolves' language literacy is usually worse than that of wizards. He struggled to spell out these words. "Do you know what these are?"

The wolves looked at each other.

Someone poked his head out and said, "I, I think I've heard of it. It should be the Weasley Joke Workshop, a place similar to Zonko's Joke Shop, specializing in selling some prank toys."

"That kind of childish trick of a little wizard?" Greyback sneered and was about to drop the thing in his hand. "That should have been thrown by a little wizard in Hogsmeade accidentally. This is really good news. I haven't said anything to little wizards for a long time."

"The Weasley brothers are good friends of Harry Potter!" a werewolf shouted.

"Good friend?" Greyback was startled, his expression became flustered, then he reacted and turned his head to look in the direction of Hogsmeade, "Harry Potter? You're here already?"

Werewolves with wands were shooting spells everywhere.

Greyback raised his wand high and turned his head nervously, looking around.

There was doubt in his words, but he was very sure of his guess.

The group of people led by Harry who came out of the woods were stunned.

Sirius stared at Kingsley with a fierce look.

The bald man raised his hands with an innocent expression.

Harry thought for a moment, put on a Quinn sign, and walked out from behind him. "You didn't notice me, but you were sure I came here. Tell me why?"

Greyback was startled and turned around in panic: "Lion-like eyes, it turns out to be you, Harry Potter!"

"Why are you so sure I will come?" Harry looked at him, frowning slightly.

This gave him a very bad feeling.

Greyback smirked. "Nothing you think is hidden from our great godson."

"Godson?" Harry raised his eyebrows and pointed his wand at him. "You werewolves have a common godson who knows divination magic?"

"Of course not!" Greyback argued automatically.

But he soon realized something and shook his head: "My godson said that his identity must not be revealed."

"He also told me not to talk too much to you."

"Potter, just give up!"

He took a deep breath.

The magic wand was pointed at the moon, and in the blink of an eye, a fake full moon rose into the sky.

They roared, and sharp, shrill cries came out of their throats. Their bodies swelled and hair sprouted. On days when the moon was not full, they began to transform into werewolves.

Harry raised his wand immediately.

Tear into pieces!

The spell struck the fake moon phase, shattering it and destroying its aura along with it.

But it was no use, they had already transformed, and their aura was even more violent than under a normal full moon.

"It's a good thing that Remus wasn't brought here." Sirius began to feel thankful, "Otherwise we would have to deal with twenty werewolves now."

"Do your best." Harry waved his wand, and the nearby woods twisted at the same time. They spread out, forming a circle of fences that separated the werewolves, allowing the three of them to face the last werewolf alone as much as possible.

"They each have one? Will it be dangerous?" Kingsley looked back, waved the Transfiguration Spell, and a pair of large earthen hands jumped out and grabbed a werewolf that was rushing towards him.

"They are no worse than Aurors." Harry drew out the snake-bone sword, and with nimble steps, the sword spun.

With a puff——

A werewolf's head was chopped off and rolled to the ground. The smell of blood failed to make these mad werewolves retreat, but made them even more beastly and brutal.

Greyback was jumping in the bars.

He seemed to still have some wisdom and did not attack rashly. He roared in a low voice and gave orders.

And on the side.

Hermione waved her wand and cast Transfiguration spells one after another. Stones and wood turned into obstacles. The spell summoned flying knives and stabbed them at the werewolf.

Ron was much more flustered. He circled around the fence, using the Barrier Spell to block it, the Transfiguration Spell to set up traps, and threw out Weasley fireworks at random, not knowing what they were for.

Neville fought with the werewolf, the spells formed obstacles, he looked for gaps for himself, and when he got the chance, he stabbed out with steel.

None of them were afraid of werewolves.

This brutal and ferocious beast could not even give them one tenth of the oppression that Harry brought them during actual combat.

This impressed Kingsley.

Many outstanding seventh-year graduates who got an "O" in Defense Against the Dark Arts would not perform as well as they did when they faced dark magic creatures for the first time - theory is one thing, and actual combat is another.

Especially Neville.

The one among the three young wizards that he looked down upon the most turned out to be the one who dealt with the werewolves the fastest. His moves were accurate and deadly, and although his coordination between spells and swordsmanship was a little unfamiliar, it was easy for him to deal with these mindless beasts.

Ron was in a panic, but he solved the problem faster than Hermione.

Harry gave each of them a werewolf.

Just at this moment.

A silver owl fluttered over and landed on Kingsley's shoulder.

Tonks exclaimed, "Director Scrimgeour's Patronus, has he noticed we snuck out?"

The owl cooed and whispered something to Kingsley, causing his expression to suddenly change.