Crack, crack, crack...
Stretching his newly enhanced body experimentally, Sean felt utterly revitalized. His movements had become dramatically more fluid and agile, while all five of his senses—sight, hearing, smell, taste, and touch—had been significantly amplified. Compared to his previous state, while his physical strength had been considerable, he'd frankly been too clumsy and unrefined in application.
At this precise moment, Fenrir Greyback studied Sean intently and suddenly perceived a distinctly dangerous aura emanating from the boy. The sensation was peculiar—as though the opponent had abruptly transformed from challenging prey into a genuine threat.
Turning his massive head to glance toward Hogwarts Castle's distant lights, Fenrir understood he couldn't afford to wait any longer. Dumbledore or other professors might investigate the commotion at any moment. He immediately tilted his head in a sharp gesture, and the twelve rational werewolves positioned beside him launched themselves at Sean in coordinated assault. Simultaneously, the wild wolves that had retreated to the flanks—along with those pack members who hadn't consumed Wolfsbane Potion—also surged toward Sean under Fenrir's direct command.
This attack wave proved distinctly different from the previous chaotic onslaught.
Sean, now augmented by the additional talents of Lupine Senses and Lupine Agility, wielded even greater combat effectiveness than before. However, when confronting the werewolves' latest coordinated assault, the pressure on him only intensified significantly.
The twelve werewolves who had consumed Wolfsbane Potion were clearly Greyback's elite forces—high-ranking pack members who had fully embraced their werewolf identity. They employed human intelligence to coordinate battle tactics with frightening efficiency.
The ordinary werewolves and wolves who hadn't taken the potion, now under Fenrir's close tactical command, also displayed far greater threat than their previous behavior. They moved with measured precision, striking decisively before retreating, entirely lacking their earlier frenzied straightforwardness. Instead, they appeared increasingly cunning and calculated.
No wonder the werewolf clans have persisted despite the Ministry of Magic's best efforts at eradication, Sean thought with grudging respect. They're genuinely formidable. If their true capabilities were only what I witnessed initially, the Aurors would have eliminated them decades ago.
With this sobering assessment, Sean didn't hesitate. He immediately altered his fighting approach, engaging while strategically retreating. Supported by his Troll Strength talent, his stamina reserves were extraordinarily high. Fighting continuously all night might be an exaggeration, but engaging them for extended periods while systematically eliminating opponents one by one was entirely feasible.
BANG!
Sean abruptly pushed backward with explosive force.
Observing Sean's movement, Fenrir immediately released a short, sharp howl—clearly ordering his forces to surround and prevent escape. However, Fenrir had fundamentally misunderstood Sean's intentions. He had absolutely no desire to flee. He simply wanted optimal positioning to systematically slaughter every werewolf before him!
Seeing the werewolves and wolves pursuing aggressively, Sean reversed direction and charged forward instead of continuing his retreat. He pointed his wand directly at the ground, and the previously solid earth began churning like ocean waves, catching the werewolves completely off guard.
At that precise moment, Sean launched himself upward in a tremendous leap and brought his chain flail crashing down from above with devastating force!
BOOM!
CRACK!
THUD!
With this single hammer blow, one of the twelve rational werewolves who had consumed Wolfsbane Potion was instantly crushed into a bloody pulp, splattering across the ground like a grotesque firework of flesh and bone. Even the earth beneath the impact point shattered into a small crater.
"Awoooo..."
The surrounding werewolves and wolves rushed toward Sean the instant he landed. These creatures demonstrated remarkable environmental adaptability. Though the ground continued undulating like waves beneath them, they quickly learned to use the rolling momentum to their advantage, charging at Sean with even greater speed.
They truly are formidable opponents, Sean acknowledged. Any group capable of forcing the Ministry of Magic into strategic retreat is not to be underestimated.
Watching the werewolves and wolves charging his position, wisps of darkness began gathering around Sean's form. At this moment, he only needed to unleash the Smoke Rope Curse—Voldemort's signature spell at Level 5 mastery—to crush these werewolves effortlessly into the ground.
But the instant Sean began channeling that particular magic, a powerful warning flared through his enhanced senses. He suddenly felt someone—or something—observing him from a considerable distance. A thought crystallized in his mind with absolute certainty: If I use the Smoke Rope Curse here, I might face catastrophic consequences.
Ever since Sean had partially awakened the Berst family's clairvoyant abilities, he no longer dismissed such premonitions casually. The instinct warning against using Voldemort's signature spell arose so powerfully that Sean immediately abandoned the casting.
The gathering wisps of black smoke dissipated harmlessly.
Instead, Sean brandished his wand and unleashed Herbivicus with maximum magical power. The ground tremors stabilized briefly as massive cracks appeared, then enormous tree-trunk-thick vines surged violently from the fractured earth. Like the writhing tentacles of some eldritch horror, they relentlessly pursued and crushed the werewolves and wolves with brutal efficiency.
Herbivicus unleashed at full Level 5 power possessed genuinely cataclysmic destructive force within its effective range. Though the werewolves and wolves demonstrated exceptional agility, under the dense onslaught of countless vine appendages, several werewolves were still caught and slammed bodily into the ground. Their bones shattered audibly, transforming them into bloody pulp!
"Awoo! Awoo!"
Fenrir issued another series of commanding howls.
Sean observed with tactical interest as Fenrir's orders took effect. The wild wolves and werewolves who hadn't consumed Wolfsbane Potion immediately entered berserk states. They rushed forward suicidally, literally paving a path through the crushing vines with their own bodies, creating openings for the rational werewolves who had taken the potion to reach Sean's position.
Their sacrificial tactic proved disturbingly effective.
There's no such thing as invincible magic, Sean reminded himself grimly. The Level 5 Herbivicus was extraordinarily powerful, capable of unleashing catastrophic destruction within a confined area—but it wasn't omnipotent or unlimited.
As the first and second rational werewolves broke through the vine barrier and closed on Sean's position, more intelligent pack members rapidly followed, penetrating his magical defense.
Whoosh!
The chain flail whirled through the air, arcing toward the nearest rational werewolf. However, at that critical instant, two ordinary werewolves following behind that elite warrior suddenly launched themselves upward, deliberately blocking their packmate's path with their own bodies.
The seemingly unstoppable chain flail crushed the first sacrificial werewolf's body completely and embedded itself deep in the second one's chest cavity. But at that moment, the second werewolf—blood streaming from mouth and nose—locked eyes with Sean. Releasing a hoarse, defiant howl, it curled around the weapon's head, clutching Sean's chain flail with dying determination.
Immediately, the elite werewolf charged forward over the corpses of its fallen packmates, seizing the chain flail's links with one clawed hand while simultaneously grabbing Sean's left wrist with the other. The wolves and remaining werewolves surrounding Sean converged rapidly, biting and clawing, binding both his left arm and the trapped chain flail with overwhelming numbers.
Sean managed to deliver a devastating kick that caved in one wolf's skull and another brutal strike to an ordinary werewolf's groin that made the creature howl in agony. Yet despite these injuries, not a single wolf or werewolf released their grip on Sean's left arm and trapped weapon!
These creatures... this is genuinely problematic.
Raising his wand with his still-free right hand, Sean prepared to cast a spell to forcibly drive away the werewolves and wolves restraining him.
But the pack, operating under Fenrir's precise tactical commands, moved with coordinated precision. They immediately targeted Sean's right hand, multiple werewolves lunging to seize his wand arm. Several attempted to bite down on the wand itself, trying to snap it in half. Other ordinary werewolves grabbed Sean's waist and legs, opening their jaws to sink teeth into flesh.
Witnessing this coordinated assault, Sean's eyes instantly transformed into vertical reptilian pupils!
A sudden, dramatic change occurred!