Chapter 440: Overturned Night Battle

Chapter 440: Overturned Night Battle

The night fell, as thick as ink, and Knockturn Alley was swallowed up by the deep darkness. Even the most rampant whispers and trading sounds on ordinary days disappeared without a trace. The whole street was filled with an eerie silence, as if a bloody storm was brewing between heaven and earth.

The bonfire at the werewolf gathering place swayed in the breeze, reflecting the ferocious shadows of wolves, some crouching, some patrolling, their breath revealing their instinctive alertness. As the firelight flickered, a black shadow seemed to blend into the night, quietly emerging, slowly moving like a predator, silently approaching the depths of the camp.

owl.

She stood quietly in the darkness, with a cold light in her eyes, like a lurking cheetah, her gaze as sharp as a blade, staring intently at the largest tents in the center of the camp.

There is the core tribe of Fenrir Greyback, and tonight's hunt is about to begin here.

"Do it."

With her deep command, the figures hiding in the darkness suddenly moved. Thirty wizards appeared in an instant, waving their wands and firing a series of silent spells, tearing through the night and accurately killing the werewolves patrolling the perimeter. The twelve newly joined werewolf warriors turned directly into ferocious beasts, tearing open the enemy's throat with their claws and fangs.

The camp was in an uproar, angry wolf howls broke through the night sky, and the werewolves were awakened by the sudden attack and grabbed their weapons to fight the enemy. However, this was just the beginning -

In Knockturn Alley, a dark red magic signal suddenly rose into the air, like a blood-red thunder tearing through the night sky.

"It's our turn."

On the roofs of the two rows of shops in Knockturn Alley, figures stood up in the darkness.

The vampire prince Bathory, who had been waiting in the shadows for a long time, showed a bloodthirsty smile, and her followers raised their heads at the same time, their red eyes burning with hunting frenzy. The next second, they turned into black mist, whistling through the night sky and rushing straight to the battlefield.

At the same time, a heavy creaking sound suddenly came from the largest Borgin and Burke shop in the center of Knockturn Alley. The heavy wooden door suddenly opened, and the hunched figure of the hag Annies emerged from the shadows.

Her messy black hair danced in the night wind. She grinned, revealing her sharp fangs. A creepy laugh echoed in the night sky, like a hungry predator smelling its bloody prey.

Behind her, a group of female Yashas emerged like ghosts, their scarlet eyes flickering in the darkness, their fangs gleaming coldly in the moonlight, staring greedily and violently at the upcoming feast of slaughter.

At the same time, at the entrance of Knockturn Alley, a team of short men quietly appeared on the other side of the battlefield. Their short figures rushed in the darkness, their eyes flashing with cold light.

Slark gave a low shout and the goblins raised their fingers one after another. The air was instantly stirred by an invisible force. Whirlwind blades suddenly appeared, making a whistling sound as they cut through the air. Under their precise magical control, they turned into cold rays of light that shuttled through the battlefield.

"Guo Bujiji!" As the fairy language spell sounded, dozens of silver swords gleaming with light seemed to be pulled by invisible threads, spinning, slashing, and stabbing, cutting the werewolves' throats and piercing their chests with incredible precision. Even the enemies who tried to dodge were caught up by the dancing blades and their lives were taken away.

The goblins stood on the periphery, their fingertips moving slightly, like conductors controlling a symphony of death, letting the silver blades leap and reap in the darkness, accompanied by shrill wails, and the battle situation completely tilted towards the Night Owl.

The battle became intense in an instant. Although the werewolves were brave, they were powerless to resist this well-prepared army. They fled in all directions, but the hunters from all directions surrounded and killed them mercilessly. For a while, the blood mist filled the air and the shrill wolf howls could be heard one after another.

Less than five minutes after the battle began, more than half of the forty werewolves had already fallen. But Fenrir was still nowhere to be seen on the battlefield. It seemed that as Schelling had expected, there were indeed a group of werewolves hidden as a backup.

"boom--!"

A dilapidated wooden house suddenly collapsed, and broken wooden beams and dust flew everywhere. Amid the smoke and dust, a huge figure slowly stepped out.

Fenrir Greyback.

He had completely transformed into a wolf, his hair glowing with a sharp cold light, and he exhaled a bloodthirsty breath from his ferocious wolf mouth. Behind him, twelve equally strong werewolves stepped out one after another, each of them exuding a dangerous aura, with knotted muscles and heavy and powerful steps.

When the defeated werewolves saw Fenrir appear, their morale was immediately boosted, and their remaining bloodthirsty instincts were completely aroused. They roared and rushed towards the enemy, and the battle became fierce in an instant.

"Kill!"

Fenrir let out a long and cold wolf howl. The sound seemed to carry some kind of terrible magic. The moment the werewolves heard it, their pupils suddenly turned into a terrifying blood red, and their bodies shook violently.

Their hair lost its original brown color and turned into a metallic black color. It was as hard as steel. The magic light exploded on its surface, but it could only splash a few sparks!
The wizards in the Night Owl camp immediately cast the human-form restoration spell they had prepared long ago, trying to free these werewolves from their beastly forms.

However, after the spell hit the target, it was like a drop in the ocean and had no effect at all!

The next moment, the black-haired werewolves pounced out violently, tearing the battlefield apart. Their sharp claws left horrifying afterimages in the air, and they actually severely injured several wizards in just a few breaths!

The situation on the battlefield was unexpectedly reversed!
Not far away in Diagon Alley, the door of Malfoy's Armor Shop was closed. The night shrouded the entire store in shadow. The room was silent, with only an invisible aura of solemnity flowing in the air.

Deep inside the store, Sherin, Sharf, Savannah and Latifa knelt quietly on the carpet, their eyes fixed on the golden halo floating in the air in front of them.

In the halo, the battle situation in Knockturn Alley is presented in real time - the howling of werewolves, the splattering of blood, and the interweaving of wizards' spells, interweaving into a chaotic and tragic picture in the faint golden halo.

Latifa closed her eyes tightly, raised her hands slightly, beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, and she maintained the complex technique of "Xuan Guang Shu".

Xie Lin stared at the scene in the halo, his eyes sank slightly, and he spoke slowly, with a rare solemnity in his voice: "I was careless..."

He narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze sharp as a blade, and said slowly: "I didn't expect that they were already prepared..."

He tapped his knees lightly with his fingers and said in a low voice, "This is Dark Blood Transmutation - an ancient dark magic that can transform magical creatures into war weapons. It not only greatly increases the resistance to magic, but even makes it difficult for the Killing Curse to kill them in one blow."

In the halo, the werewolf's obsidian-like metallic hair glowed coldly under the reflection of the campfire. Every violently roaring monster was proof that black magic had completely distorted life.

Sharfu and Savannah stood up, and the former said, "Master, it's our turn now, isn't it?"

"Well," Xie Lin didn't even raise his head and continued to observe the battle situation in the golden ring, "Be careful."

……

As the werewolves activated the state of black magic blood transformation, the scene fell into chaos for a while.

The human wizard army, which was unprepared for this situation, bore the brunt of the attack, and as many as 10 wizards were torn to pieces.

The vampires were fine. When they saw that the situation was not right, they turned into black mist and flew into the air to avoid the sharp edge. They took a break and waited for another opportunity to fight.

Although the hags and goblins were farther away than the Night Owls, they still suffered considerable losses. Some hags and goblins were severely damaged and forced to retreat to Borgin and Burke's, relying on the terrain for defense. Old Borgin, who had been hiding in the shop and watching, finally took action at this time, throwing many strange small objects from various windows, such as skulls that would explode and emit green smoke immediately after landing, and some snake-shaped silver objects that hovered on the ground, waiting for an opportunity to attack the intruders.

With these gadgets of old Boggin and the terrain being unsuitable for attack, the pace of the werewolf attack was slowed down.

Just when everyone thought the battle was at a stalemate, a green spark exploded in the air, transforming into a monster with a dragon head and a snake body.

Two tall figures appeared on the roof of Borgin and Burke's. The wizard robes on their bodies faintly flowed with fascinating magic, and the wizard robes behind them were lifted high in the wind.

It was Sharf and Savannah.

A cruel smile appeared on Sharfu's face in the shadows, and her charming tongue licked her crimson lips, as if she was looking forward to the upcoming battle. Savannah shook her head, letting the silver-white hair in front of her eyes slide to both sides of her cheeks, and a faint smile appeared on her cold and beautiful face, as if she was excited that she could finally fight for her master.

Following Sharfu's cold shout, the entire ground of Knockturn Alley seemed to shake.

The dirt on the street suddenly cracked, and the ground was torn into cracks by an invisible force, and a large amount of dust gushed out.

Countless snakes of various sizes and emitting colorful luster surged out from the ground like a tide, making a terrifying hissing sound, followed by human figures with green light crawling out from the cracked ground.

The secret of Slytherin snake tongue master - Ten Thousand Snakes Formation!
The secret of Savannah's corpse tactics - the Ten Thousand Corpses Killing Array!
The snakes rushed out like a torrent into the werewolves, their sharp fangs flashing with poisonous luster, biting the werewolves fiercely. The eye sockets of the infernal corpses were burning with oily green soul fire, and their movements were swift and strange, not at all like the slow-moving dead. They quickly approached the werewolves, waving their fists and claws with the metallic luster unique to goblins, and tearing at the enemy's flesh and blood with a flash of cold light.

"What the hell are these!" A werewolf roared and tore a black snake into pieces with his claws, but the next moment, more poisonous snakes surged up like a tide, entangled his limbs, and their sharp teeth pierced into his flesh.

The other werewolf swung a huge metal stick and directly split a corpse in half, but the corpse did not fall down. It just turned its head stiffly, staring at the werewolf with its empty eye sockets. The next second, the sharp claws in its hand pierced through his abdomen directly!

The situation on the battlefield completely reversed.

At the same time, chaos suddenly broke out among the werewolves. The little wolf let out a series of long and short howls, and together with his three undercover werewolf companions, began to kill the surrounding werewolves.

Seeing this scene, the vampires in the air once again transformed into black mist and swooped down to the ground; in the door of Borgin and Burke's, the hags and goblins once again poured out, shouting chaotic slogans.

Savannah's black cloak fluttered in the night wind. She slowly stretched out her hand and gently waved her fingers, as if she was controlling a wonderful chess game.

The next second, the awakened corpses seemed to have heard an invisible command, and their movements became orderly. They were no longer chaotic undead spirits, but elite warriors who were not afraid of injury and death. They began to form a battle array and began to coordinate with others' attacks, forcing the werewolves into a desperate situation step by step.

Just when Sherin’s forces were about to completely crush the werewolves, a suffocating cold wind swept through the entire place.

"enough."

The black fog rolled, and a tall, cold figure slowly emerged. The werewolves suddenly stopped moving, as if their hearts were being tightly grasped, and even the air became suffocating.

Voldemort has appeared.

This was the action he had planned tonight. He wanted Fenrir to gather all the werewolves here in one go, leave Knockturn Alley, and officially join his legion.

The battlefield was silent, and everyone instinctively stopped what they were doing and looked up at the Dark Lord.

Everyone here already knew about Voldemort's resurrection and did not feel any surprise or panic, but Voldemort was still the prestigious Dark Lord. Just by standing there, he turned the entire battle situation around in an instant. The hunters who had just had an absolute advantage now dared not move, like prey being targeted by wild beasts.

Voldemort looked around the room with a cold gaze, a sarcastic smile on his face. "Interesting, my werewolf servant has fallen to the point of being hunted by these bastards."

He raised his wand, black magic surged, and a despairing cold aura began to spread -

boom--!
A strong gust of air exploded!

As if in response to Voldemort's arrival, another completely different wave of magic swept across the battlefield - a sense of oppression, majesty, and a sharp edge that swept away everything like a hurricane!

A young man with a smile on his face slowly walked out from the shadows——

Sherin showed up.

He strolled over, his black wizard robe fluttering in the night breeze, and his deep eyes met Voldemort's. The magical aura between the two men clashed in the air, stirring up heart-pounding ripples.

Voldemort's eyes suddenly darkened. He certainly remembered Shaylin, the young man from the Malfoy family, with whom he had fought in Little Hangleton Cemetery not long ago.

The two of them didn't say anything and waved their wands almost at the same time -

boom--!
In an instant, the sky and the earth turned pale!

The black energy of the death spell collided fiercely with the twisted magic storm, and the shock wave tore the earth apart. Everyone on the battlefield was blown away by this terrifying magic storm! The werewolves fled in all directions, and the vampires, hags, and goblins retreated to avoid this devastating magic collision.

Voldemort's pupils shrank slightly. He felt the fluctuations of Sherin's magic power, which was almost as strong as his own. He knew that he could not take away all the werewolves as planned today. He could not reveal his resurrection. If he fought a protracted war with Sherin, it would definitely attract the attention of the Ministry of Magic or Dumbledore, which went against his original plan.

Xie Ling, however, still had a calm expression on his face and stood there, like a towering mountain.

Voldemort did not attack again. He stared at Xie Ling in silence for a few seconds, then uttered a low sneer.

"Humph...you...sooner or later, I will definitely kill you."

Before he finished speaking, his figure suddenly turned into black mist and dissipated in the night wind - he chose to retreat.

Voldemort's retreat meant that the battle was completely out of control. The werewolves lost the protection of the Dark Lord and completely collapsed, leaving only the sounds of bloody pursuit and killing on the battlefield.

In the end, nearly forty werewolves were wiped out. Except for Fenrir and his eight cronies who managed to escape, the remaining 11 werewolves all surrendered.

Night Cat looked down at the wolf corpse at his feet, gently licked the blood on his fingertips, and sneered: "It's easier to kill than a wild dog."

Bathory said calmly: "It's a pity that a few of them ran away."

Xie Ling put away his wand and looked deeply into the night sky.