The moment the blinding muzzle flash erupted from the gun in Granger's hands, the werewolf charging at him was violently thrown backward as if struck by an invisible force… like a kite with its string cut!

The deafening gunshot instantly drew the attention of everyone present!

The three remaining werewolves all watched as their companion collapsed to the ground, his chest a mangled mess of blood and flesh, blood gushing from his mouth. It was clear he wouldn't survive!

Not to mention the werewolf, even Lyall was stunned.

His wife was a Muggle, so Lyall had some idea of just how deadly a 'gun' could be in the hands of Muggles!

But this was the first time he had witnessed the weapon's destructive power firsthand… especially since Granger was wielding a double-barreled shotgun.

At such close range, the spread of the buckshot was devastating. These werewolves were barely trained, with most of them self-taught and incapable of even casting a proper Shield Charm.

But even if they had managed one, Lyall doubted any Shield Charm could withstand such raw, brutal force at point-blank range.

The werewolves howled in terror. Their companion's blood splattered across them, and Granger's single shot shattered their will to fight. The remaining three immediately turned and fled!

Granger's expression remained cold, but his breathing grew heavier as the spray of blood filled the air. As a dentist, he had always been law-abiding. Aside from the occasional hunting trip, he had never imagined firing bullets into human flesh.

But his daughter's kidnapping and his exposure to the brutal reality of the Wizarding World had stripped away his usual gentleness and kindness.

After spending so much time with Severus and Lyall, even if he didn't fully understand the state of the Wizarding World, he knew exactly how dangerous these werewolves who had taken Hermione were!

The memory of his wife's tears before he left home, the fear for his missing daughter… all of it erupted within him in that moment.

After firing the first shot, Granger did not hesitate at all. He immediately cracked open the shotgun, ejected the spent shells, and smoothly reloaded two fresh rounds from the belt at his waist!

By then, Severus and Lyall were already chasing after the fleeing werewolves. Granger quickly followed.

As they rushed down the path and burst into the werewolves' seaside camp, the commotion alerted Greyback and his remaining followers!

The moment Greyback laid eyes on Severus, his pupils dilated in recognition!

"Severus Snape!"

He was all too familiar with that figure.

Ten years ago, when Voldemort had ruled the British Wizarding World with an iron grip, Greyback, who was hired as one of the Dark Lord's enforcers, had only ever been able to gaze up at Snape, one of the Dark Lord's most trusted inner circle.

Of course, Greyback had kept tabs on the happenings in the Wizarding World recently.

After listening to the trial, his thoughts aligned perfectly with Lucius Malfoy's: there was no way this once die-hard Death Eater had suddenly grown a conscience and was now spouting nonsense about 'atonement'.

Merlin himself would laugh his beard off at the idea!

So Greyback had assumed it was all an act, a desperate ploy for Severus to clear his name in front of the Wizengamot.

Until today, here, he saw Severus himself.

This former loyal Death Eater was leading a charge into his territory, slaughtering his men without hesitation… like he had completely turned his back on the Dark Lord's cause!

The sheer audacity of it sent Greyback into a furious rage.

When the werewolf leader snarled his name, Severus's gaze locked onto him.

"Fenrir, you've fallen far." Severus sneered, "Now you're kidnapping children under the Dark Lord's banner?"

"You traitor! You know nothing!" Greyback roared fiercely, "The Dark Lord will punish you! He'll make you wish you were dead!"

However, before Greyback could finish his tirade, Severus flicked his wand!

"Sectumsempra!"

This extremely powerful Dark Magic, which is developed and created by Severus himself, has unparalleled cutting ability, far surpassing any other curse.

Greyback instantly felt a chill run down his spine!

His pupils contracted in fear, and he instinctively hunched his back. Even without transforming, he lunged sideways like a true wolf, narrowly dodging the spell!

But while he avoided it, the werewolf beside him wasn't so lucky.

"Aarrgghh!!"

A bloodcurdling scream tore through the air as the werewolf's arm was severed clean off, the wound at his shoulder as smooth as sliced butter.

Once Severus made the first move, Lyall and Granger wasted no time… aiming their wand and shotgun at the remaining werewolves.

Greyback glared at Severus with pure hatred, his expression practically screaming that he wanted to tear him apart limb from limb.

Yet, despite his fury, his next words were the usual small fries' leaving dialogue.

"Just you wait, you backstabbing traitor! Release the kittens! Run! Everyone, run!"

But even before his order, the werewolves were already scrambling to escape. Meanwhile, from the shadows of the seaside cliffs, small black heads began popping up one after another.

Pairs of feline eyes gleamed in the darkness… eight or nine small black cats had been hidden there!

It was obvious that there was some magic concealing and restraining them earlier. Now, with the werewolves fleeing, the black cats broke free, their furious gazes locking onto Severus and his companions, seeing them as targets for their pent-up rage!

"Robert! Fall back between me and Lyall! There are too many of them… you're not safe!"

Severus acted immediately, positioning himself and Lyall to shield Granger in the middle.

"Matagots! There's no way werewolves could tame magical creatures like these… they must have stolen them!" Lyall said urgently.

The moment Lyall finished speaking, the seemingly harmless little black cats suddenly swelled in size!

Like leopards, they sprouted razor-sharp fangs and claws, and then, without hesitation, they pounced en masse toward Severus's group!

"Lyall! Protect Robert!"

Severus barked one last command before slashing his wand through the air.

"Glacius Maxima!"

A wide-area Freezing Charm erupted from his wand, encasing five of the Matagots in ice within seconds. But a few still slipped through, lunging straight for him.

"Bombarda Maxima!"

Boom!!!

An Exploding Charm equivalent to 20 kilograms of TNT detonated beside Severus!