"Remember to stay close to me later. Don't wander off. And do you remember the spells I taught you last night?"
"I remember them," Lucas replied at once.
The night before, in addition to explaining the fundamentals of Transfiguration, Dumbledore had also taught him a large number of practical combat spells. Clearly, the old wizard had no intention of letting Lucas casually throw around the Unforgivable Curses again.
"Good. Then let's begin."
Dumbledore raised the Elder Wand. With a casual flick, invisible waves of magic spread across the entire area as powerful Anti-Apparition wards descended over the camp.
Behind him, the Aurors immediately followed suit. Wand after wand rose into the air as they reinforced the spell together. Some veteran Aurors even layered additional defensive enchantments over the area, including Anti-Portkey barriers and several forms of containment magic designed to prevent escape.
From that moment on, none of the werewolf wizards below could Apparate away, nor could they escape using Portkeys.
Dumbledore pointed his wand toward a wizard in the camp who was in the middle of torturing a child. A blazing red bolt exploded from the Elder Wand like a beam of molten fire and slammed directly into the target.
The werewolf wizard was blasted backward through the air before crashing into the ground without moving again.
Lucas stared in shock.
That was a Stunning Spell?
Why did it look like industrial welding equipment firing at full power?
It could only be said that Dumbledore's magical ability had reached a terrifying level.
The instant Dumbledore attacked, the Aurors unleashed a barrage of spells from above. Red, blue, and gold flashes rained down from the sky like a storm as curses and jinxes exploded throughout the camp.
Caught completely off guard, several werewolf sentries were knocked unconscious before they even realized what was happening.
Only then did the outlaws below react.
Werewolf wizards rushed out of their tents while shouting furiously. Wands rose toward the sky as curses shot upward in retaliation. Unfortunately for them, the Aurors had all cast Disillusionment Charms beforehand. Combined with the blinding midday sunlight, the attacking wizards could barely distinguish where the Aurors were flying.
Their spells missed again and again.
The Aurors, however, had special methods of identifying their allies in combat, so there was little danger of friendly fire.
After another devastating volley, the Aurors descended rapidly toward the ground. Casting from the air was powerful, but accuracy suffered badly, and there were still many imprisoned children inside the camp.
One mistake could kill them.
Dumbledore landed smoothly at the front line with Lucas beside him. Lucas had to admit that Dumbledore's flying ability was absurdly impressive. During the descent alone, the old wizard had effortlessly dodged several deadly green flashes of the Killing Curse without even slowing down.
Lucas's danger-sensing ability had not triggered once.
Once the Aurors reached the ground, the Disillusionment Charms were removed. Ground combat was entirely different from aerial combat. In the sky, enemies could only blindly fire upward while the Aurors bombarded them from above. On the ground, however, the enemy stood directly in front of them. Maintaining invisibility at that range would only increase the chances of friendly fire.
Following behind Dumbledore, the Aurors stormed into the camp.
Dumbledore himself led the charge like an unstoppable force. No werewolf wizard could withstand even a single spell from him. Every flick of the Elder Wand sent another enemy flying.
Lucas followed several steps behind, casually throwing out spells whenever he saw an opportunity.
"Ding! Congratulations, host. Stunning Spell proficiency increased by one."
"Ding! Congratulations, host. Petrificus Totalus proficiency increased by one."
"Ding! Congratulations, host. Expelliarmus proficiency increased by one."
The notifications continued endlessly in his head.
For Lucas, this battle had practically become a farming session for spell proficiency.
Dumbledore eventually noticed something strange as well.
The power behind Lucas's spells was steadily increasing.
Every curse he cast became faster, sharper, and more stable than the last. It was obvious that his mastery of each spell was improving in real time during combat itself.
Even Dumbledore felt stunned.
Most children Lucas's age were still struggling with Levitation Charms in class, yet this boy could absorb combat experience at a terrifying rate. Dumbledore had met many extraordinary wizards in his lifetime. He had once stood beside Gellert Grindelwald himself, and later faced Tom Riddle at the height of his genius.
Yet neither of them had displayed talent quite this horrifying.
Such a gifted child absolutely could not be allowed to walk down the same dark path as Voldemort.
Otherwise, the entire wizarding world might truly fall into darkness.
But if Lucas could be guided correctly…
Then one day, perhaps he could become the pillar that carried the future of the magical world after Dumbledore was gone.
Lucas, meanwhile, had no idea what complicated emotions were running through Dumbledore's mind. He was too busy happily grinding skill levels behind him.
He did not even bother dodging anymore.
The spells cast by the werewolf wizards simply stopped within three feet of his body, blocked effortlessly by Dumbledore's Shield Charm.
None of those attacks could break through.
At this point, the werewolf wizards had already fallen into complete defeat. One after another, they collapsed under the Aurors' relentless assault.
This was broad daylight. There was no moon in the sky, much less a full moon.
Without their transformations, these werewolf wizards were nowhere near a match for Britain's elite Aurors.
The Aurors split into several teams. Some continued pushing forward to suppress resistance while others searched through the camp for cages and prison tents.
The scenes they uncovered were horrifying.
Children covered in bruises and blood huddled together in cages. Some were barely conscious. Others stared blankly with empty, terrified eyes. Many had clearly endured prolonged torture.
Even the hardened Aurors looked furious.
Just as Lucas began to think the battle was about to end, movement suddenly erupted from the largest tent deeper within the camp.
A massive figure burst outside.
Fenrir Greyback.
The moment Dumbledore saw him, his expression sharpened instantly.
Greyback looked around in shock and fury. From the beginning of the attack until now, only two or three minutes had passed. He had only just been awakened from sleep.
Yet in that tiny amount of time, his camp had already collapsed.
His werewolf followers were retreating desperately while Aurors stormed through the camp like hunters cutting down prey.
Greyback did not hesitate.
He turned and ran immediately.
As he fled, his body began twisting violently. Bones cracked loudly while thick grey fur burst across his skin. Within seconds, he transformed into a monstrous werewolf and dropped onto all fours before sprinting away at terrifying speed.
Fenrir Greyback was no ordinary werewolf.
He was a natural-born werewolf capable of transforming at will. He did not require a full moon, nor did he lose his sanity after transforming.
He remained fully conscious even in beast form.
Dumbledore spoke rapidly to Lucas beside him.
"Stay here. I'll go after him."
At this point, the remaining werewolf wizards had already lost all will to fight. The moment they saw Greyback abandon them and flee, many immediately threw down their wands and surrendered.
The battlefield was effectively secure now.
Lucas nodded.
Strictly speaking, this entire operation had only happened because of the information he provided. As long as he participated in the battle, the system usually considered the mission complete even if he did not personally defeat the final boss.
At least, that was what he thought.
Then the system notification exploded in his mind.
"Ding! New mission released!"
"Mission Objective: Personally defeat the werewolf leader Fenrir Greyback."
"Mission Reward: Grindelwald's Exclusive Fiendfyre."
"Warning: This reward can only be obtained through this mission. Missing this opportunity will result in permanent loss. Please treasure this chance."
Lucas nearly choked.
"System… you absolute bastard…"
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