Chapter 155: A Great Shame

Diagon Alley, Watcher Wizard Security Shop.

The shop assistants had been sent home a day ago. Although some Aurors really wanted to arrest them all, Crouch's reputation had already dropped quite a bit, and he didn't dare to do such a thing that would definitely cause a lot of criticism.

At this moment, the security shop was locked, and Murphy's wanted notice was posted on the door and the walls on both sides.

This made the area around it exude a desolate atmosphere of "no strangers allowed," so much so that the business of the shops on both sides was also quite light.

However, if one observed carefully, one could find many secret eyes watching here.

The cafe across the street, the ice cream shop in the distance, the broom shop, etc., there would always be one or two customers lingering there. They seemed to be picking goods, but their eyes would glance at the direction of the security shop from time to time.

But in places they couldn't notice, there were also thousands of eyes observing them.

Charing Cross Road, London. Murphy wore a duck-billed cap and a loose jacket, strolling on the street like a Muggle youth seen everywhere.

He wore an eye patch on his right eye, tossing a gold coin in his left hand casually, and on his right ear, he wore a very special gold coin-shaped earring.

"Right side, second floor of the cafe, man in green robes, one person away from him, woman reading a newspaper..."

"Left side, owl shop, roof, this guy used a Disillusionment Charm, next to the red flag, see that flag that doesn't flutter in the wind? It was grabbed by someone..."

"South of the ice cream shop, the alley, the old man selling flowers, his wand is hidden in the flower basket on his right..."

"Are they all marked?"

A voice came from the earring, "Marking complete. The wolf pack can act at any time. The wolf pack asks the Wolf King, can we kill?"

"Yes, life or death doesn't matter. But try not to involve the innocent."

"The wolf pack understands."

On the other side, Ladwan arranged tactics through the goblin gold coin.

"Team one, responsible for the cafe, team two solve that guy in the owl shop, occupy the high ground. Team three, near the ice cream shop. Team four, broom shop."

"Three minutes later, launch an attack at the same time. Check your watches!"

Soon, replies came from the goblin gold coin, "Team one ready, team two ready..."

"Repeat, our goal is to paralyze the Auror system as much as possible. Without killing people, biting them into serious injuries is the most ideal. Aurors have no way to treat werewolf mania."

"Try not to use firearms, but in necessary moments, self-preservation comes first. Do you all understand?"

"Understood!"

"Action!"

Second floor of the cafe, Grace Carter picked up the coffee that had completely cooled down for the 106th time and sent it to her mouth, glancing out the window from the corner of her eye.

No change.

It seems Murphy won't appear today either.

She calculated the time for the shift change, thinking that maybe she could invite Doris to have a drink at the Three Broomsticks today. Their nerves had been too tight these two days and they needed to relax.

At this moment, two strange-faced wizards walked upstairs. One was complaining about meeting a Dementor before, and the other was talking nonsense about the Aurors, saying something like they were not as good as the Watchers.

Hmph, don't even look at who is protecting the safety of you stupid pigs!

Grace scolded in her heart, sneering at such guys who were easily incited by newspapers.

Just two idle men with no knowledge, Grace relaxed her vigilance. True dangerous enemies would not speak ill of the Aurors so blatantly.

The two wizards sat at the next table, one looking at the menu, and the other still talking incessantly.

Grace tried hard not to listen to those stupid discussions, while couldn't help but pay attention to her companion on the other side. Doris had only joined the Aurors for a short time and was just at the age of being unable to hold her temper. Don't get provoked by their idle talk and cause trouble.

But at this moment, the two strange wizards stood up at the same time. Each took out a syringe from their clothes, stabbed it into their arms, and then let out a roar: "Moga!"

Grace was startled, quickly left her original position, grabbed her wand and pointed it at the two, and was shocked when she looked closely.

I saw the two wizards' bodies expand by more than double, their clothes were burst open, hair grew wildly, mouths elongated, bodies arched downward, and in a few seconds, they actually turned into werewolves in full view of everyone.

This sudden change scared the other wizards on the second floor and they screamed, but the werewolves didn't care about them. One of them stared directly at Grace.

Not good!

These guys are coming for the Aurors!

While Grace was terrified, she was also puzzled. It's daytime now! And it's not the day of the full moon! How could there be werewolves transforming?!

But she was well-trained and knew how difficult werewolves in transformation form were to deal with, not to mention there were two of them. She immediately shouted: "Doris! Retreat!"

However, before she could Apparate, suddenly with a "clatter," the glass window behind her seemed to be hit by something. Before she could turn her head to look, a sharp claw smashed onto her waist with a "bang," directly knocking her flying more than two meters.

Three werewolves?

These guys actually know how to use tactics?!

Before losing consciousness, Grace was still full of doubts.

When werewolves transform, don't they lose their minds?

At the same time, the werewolf on the other side also resisted Doris's spell and bit Doris's shoulder.

But in one encounter, two well-trained Aurors were successfully ambushed by three werewolves.

And the same scene also happened in the rest of Diagon Alley.

The originally peaceful Diagon Alley became a hell of werewolf ravages in an instant.

Howls of werewolves were heard one after another, but only three minutes later, everything returned to calm, leaving the Aurors who came to support after receiving the news only a mess, fires everywhere, and streets broken everywhere.

"Six days! Seven attacks! Nineteen Aurors bitten by werewolves! St. Mungo's is almost full of our people!" In the office of the Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, Barty Crouch roared madly, throwing a newspaper onto Gawain Robards' head.

"Look at how they scold us! Defeated! Weak and incompetent! Fleeing in panic..."

"A great shame! A great shame!"

The successive attacks of werewolves made the wizarding world panic, and also made the Aurors lose all face, which naturally made Barty Crouch's already reduced reputation even worse.

At this rate, let alone running for Minister of Magic this year, whether he can keep his position is a problem.

"Where the hell did these werewolves come from?!"

"We, we are investigating..."

"Investigating, yesterday was also investigating!" Barty Crouch looked like he hated iron for not becoming steel, "Six days, you don't have a single clue! How did you become the Director of the Auror Office?!"

"Those, those werewolves are different... they can transform at any time, turn into humans at any time, impossible to guard against, Director..."

Barty Crouch sat on the chair and covered his chest, rubbing for a long time.

"Trash!"

Gawain Robards is trash, he had known this for a long time, he shouldn't have had any expectations for him.

"What about Murphy? Has Murphy Darkholm been caught yet? Don't tell me you don't know anything about his whereabouts either?!"

In fact, just think about who benefits from attacking Aurors now, and you can know that the mastermind behind those werewolves must be that young black wizard Murphy.

Although he still couldn't figure out how he made those werewolves obey his orders, and how he made werewolves transform at any time.

But relying on the intuition of a former excellent Auror, Barty Crouch still grasped the truth at once.

"He hasn't appeared in those shops... Our Deep Ones don't know why they haven't replied either..."

Gawain Robards said, suddenly noticing his superior's face as black as a pot, and hurriedly said: "However, a hospital opened in Diagon Alley. We suspect it is controlled by Murphy..."

"Hospital?"

"Yes, it's called Jishi Wizard Hospital. They now specialize in treating werewolf mania..."

"And, Director, the injured Aurors are no longer in St. Mungo's, they all went to Jishi Wizard Hospital..."

"What?" Crouch was stunned, "But you said this hospital is controlled by Murphy..."

"We just suspect... there is no evidence yet..."

Barty Crouch's mind immediately outlined a picture: Murphy pretending to be compassionate to treat the Aurors bitten by werewolves, and the latter being grateful to him...

His heart beat fast, almost unable to breathe.

Digging the wall to the Auror Command, right?!

A great shame! A great shame!

"Go! Take me there quickly!"

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 156 =====