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HP - Chapter 251: The Hunt
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“Dialogue”
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Chapter 251: The Hunt
Lily did not hesitate. She took her daughter’s hand and started running away from the scene.
“Everyone, run!” she shouted.
Seeing their professor panic like that after just hearing that man’s voice had them scared, so they followed her without looking back. They did not have time to see the looks of the new arrival or to notice the fact that he was not alone.
Fenrir Greyback was accompanied by the rest of his pack.
“What are you all standing there for? Go kill the boy!” he screamed.
“Master, these things are very dangerous. We need to be careful,” the two werewolves who had been fighting the golem approached their leader.
The two Death Eaters were now facing Fenrir and his pack of werewolves, so they failed to notice that the half-destroyed golem had been using its remaining arm to crawl toward them. One of them only heard the noise that the marble construct was making when it was already next to them. This was due to all the noise on the bridge caused by the students yelling and the werewolves shouting at each other.
“Move!” The Death Eater tried to warn his partner, but it came too late.
“Ahh, my leg!” He had already been grabbed by the ankle. The powerful marble hand crushed its bones without resistance, making the man let out a bloodcurdling scream that caught everyone’s attention.
“Shit! Move away you fools!” one of the werewolves yelled.
The only standing Death Eater had assumed that this was another late warning directed to his partner. But then he felt two hands grabbing onto his shoulders from behind.
“The other one?! No!” In all the chaos, he had somehow forgotten about the second golem that had arrived with Lily and Daphne.
Several werewolves rushed at them as fast as they could, but the golem only needed one second to destroy the Death Eater's shoulders before it began to squeeze his body tighter, breaking his ribcage and turning his internal organs into pulp.
A river of blood came from the bottom of his still-white mask as the golem continued to compress him like it was trying to make juice out of him.
They did reach in time to save the other one, as the broken golem only had one arm to work with and it was much slower to cause any lethal injuries.
The one-armed golem had managed to break the masked man’s ankle and bring him down to the ground but then failed to grab hold of his head as it intended and could only reach one of his arms.
The werewolves were able to separate the golem's remaining arm before it could do the same to the Death Eater and then… they unleashed their full fury on the construct, breaking it until it was nothing more than small pieces of white marble.
The other golem suffered the same fate under the assault of over a dozen powerful werewolves. No matter how strong and fast it was… there was nothing it could do against the overwhelming numbers.
It still was able to injure several of them. Something that truly surprised their leader, who watched the fight in unusual silence.
“What are those things? I don’t remember Dolohov mentioning them during the meetings we had.” He had several conversations with the wizard, who had provided as much information about the castle as he had.
All about their defenses, the professors, the Headmaster. They had gone over every possible thing that could pose a problem. The golems and sets of armor of the castle were indeed mentioned as a distant possibility.
They could only be activated by the Headmaster or Vice-Headmistress McGonagall. But those were nothing like the constructs he was just seeing.
“Well? Can someone tell me what in Hell are those things?!” Fenrir growled. He did not like surprises. And especially not at this moment. This mission was very risky and that is why he asked to double the payment, but this feels like someone made a grievous mistake in calculating the danger.
“We don’t know either, Master. There was one of them with the Boy Who Lived… that one took down both of the trolls we had with us. The other was apparently following Professor Potter and that blonde girl,” a werewolf said.
“Could the Headmaster have put some bodyguard golems on the boy?...” Fenrir considered the possibility.
“That seems likely, Master. But whatever they were… they are gone now. We destroyed them completely.” The large man pointed at the golems' remains with a satisfied smile.
“Yes, well… now we j-”
“Ahhh, please!” Fenrir was interrupted by the Death Eater’s screams of pain.
“Now we just need t-”
“Ahhhh!” He was interrupted again. Fenrir huffed in annoyance and approached the injured masked man.
“I-I need a healer! Please… it hurts!” The Death Eater had his ankle and arm completely shattered and was in agony.
Fenrir grinned.
“I don’t have healers in my pack, I’m afraid… but let me give you something for the pain.”
“Ahh… t-thanks… uhh!”
Fenrir's powerful fist impacted the Death Eater’s face, breaking his mask into pieces, as well as the man’s face, before being bashed against the floor. The injured Death Eater made no more noises after that.
“Now… as I was saying… now it is time to hunt.” Fenrir howled loudly, followed by his pack.
“A hunt!” they all exclaimed with excitement.
