Harry Potter : Bloodraven-Chapter 122: The Moon’s Remedy (II) (CH - 142)

90 Park Lane, Mayfair, London.

Inside Chez Nico, soft jazz trickled from hidden speakers, mingling with the gentle clink of glasses and silverware. The air was rich with the aroma of buttered scallops and aged wine. Candlelight danced off polished cutlery, casting a warm glow across the white-linen tables.

Large glass windows lined one side of the restaurant, framing a dazzling night view—the city stretching far and wide beneath them in golden clusters of light, like stars scattered across the earth. It was the kind of place where power whispered, not shouted, and every table seemed to hum with quiet, expensive conversation.

At one corner table, tucked beneath a dim pendant lamp, three people sat in quiet conversation between bites of a refined meal.

The woman, sharply dressed with an elegant scarf wrapped around her shoulders, jabbed a fork into a roasted potato, chewing as she spoke. "It's no good, boss. Those greedy bastards at the Daily Prophet are asking for too much. I've tried with three of the major shareholders already, but the numbers they're throwing at me are outrageous."

The younger man across from her leaned back in his seat, one arm resting casually on the backrest. He swirled his drink lazily, took a sip, and said, "If it's too high, then leave it. But if it's reasonable... buy as much as you can." He paused, eyes flicking toward her. "How much have you secured so far, Aisha?"

"About eight percent," she replied, lowering her voice a touch. "Managed to convince a few of the minor lords."

The third at the table, a Middle Eastern-looking man with a clean beard and sharp eyes, leaned in. "Weren't we planning to open our own newspaper anyway?"

Maverick nodded as he cut into his steak. "We are. But having a seat at the table across the aisle never hurts. Especially when the competition already has ears in every corridor."

He took a sip of wine, cleared his throat, and looked over at the man. "Ali, how's everything going with Stark's project?"

Ali took a second before responding. "It's going well. We've finished interviewing a few Muggle scientists—picked four Stark's happy with. Said that's enough for now. I've also finished hiring workers for the heavy lifting."

Maverick nodded slowly, but just then, something buzzed against his ribs.

He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a sleek black phone. A flick of the screen lit up the name.

He raised a brow, then answered with a short, "Yes?"

A gruff male voice came through the speaker. "Leader, I just heard something I figured you'd want to know."

Maverick hummed, and the man on the other end continued. freeweɓnovel.cѳm

"It's like this. Apparently, the Auror Department's been tracking Greyback's pack for a while. They kept it real quiet. Not a whisper beyond Scrimgeour, Shacklebolt, Savage, Proudfoot, and Bones. Kept it tightly sealed... aiming for a full sweep with no loose ends."

Maverick's brow creased slightly.

"But," the man continued, "they still had to inform the Ministry, and you know Fudge. Couldn't help himself. Had to boast to his donors, try to look good before the raid even started."

"And one of those fine patrons he blabbed to? Has ties to Greyback himself. That, I can confirm. If those five are en route tonight, they're not walking into a raid—they're walking into a trap."

Maverick leaned forward. "Say the names again... who exactly are going?"

"Rufus. Kingsley. Bones. Savage. Proudfoot."

"No one else with them?"

"None. They didn't want the plan leaking."

A moment passed. "Do you know where the raid's happening?"

There was a pause on the line. "Not yet. Want me to find out?"

"Yes. As soon as you have it, forward it to me."

"Understood."

The call ended, and Maverick slid the phone into his pocket.

Ali and Aisha were both watching him now. Aisha raised an eyebrow. "Something big?"

Maverick thought for a moment, then nodded. "Maybe. Let's clear the bill. We might need to make a quick stop."

A few minutes later, they appeared on the rooftop of the restaurant, the cold wind tugging at their coats and ruffling their hair.

Ali pulled his collar up. "What's going on?"

Maverick gave them both a quick rundown of what he had just learned.

Aisha clicked her tongue. "Idiots. What's the point of informing that fat bastard before the job's done?"

Ali crossed his arms, his thoughts on something else. "Aren't those five being a little too overconfident?"

"Maybe," Maverick said. "But they're... supposed to be some of the best. If there's no leak, they'll probably pull it off. Greyback's lot are most likely just thugs with wands."

At the mention of Greyback, Maverick noticed Ali stiffen slightly. He hadn't forgotten his promise to Ali—to do everything he could to find a cure for his condition.

And there was something else Maverick had heard about Greyback—something that didn't line up with the original story. Apparently, Greyback wasn't like the usual werewolves who had no choice in their transformations under the full moon. Rumor had it he was sired by a different kind of werewolf entirely, one stronger, more in control, and far more dangerous. The more Maverick learned, the more it supported a theory he'd been forming about this world.

This wasn't just a blend of Harry Potter and Marvel.

He remembered a movie series from his old life—Underworld. And now, he was starting to suspect elements from that universe were mixed in here too.

"Ali," Maverick said after a moment, "is it true Greyback was sired by Lucian?"

Ali blinked, a little taken aback by the sudden question. He took a breath before asking for clarification, "The Lycan's leader?"

"Yes."

Ali hummed. "Could be. He can transform without the full moon—stronger, smarter, more aware. Doesn't lose control like the usual. That's a Lycan trait, not a werewolf one."

"No one else like him?"

Ali dug through what he knew. As a werewolf, he had heard plenty through word of mouth and rumors passed around their circles.

"Maybe two," he said. "His lieutenants. I heard they too can half-control the shift too, but they're nowhere near his level."

Maverick nodded, deep in thought. The Lycan transformation was more biological than magical. Like an animagus... but different. If he could study it—maybe he could find a way to help Ali.

Right now, every full moon, Ali had to isolate. One missed dose of Wolfsbane and it could be chaos. But what if Maverick could develop something better—something that let Ali keep his mind without relying on the potion?

He didn't say it out loud. Not yet. These were just thoughts. Ideas.

Ali was watching him now, silently, recognizing the faraway look in Maverick's eyes.

He didn't interrupt. He knew that look. Maverick was planning something.

Just then, Maverick's phone buzzed, pulling him out of his thoughts.

"Anything?" he asked the person on the other end.

He listened for a moment, nodded once, and hung up without another word.

Ali and Aisha waited for his instructions, and Maverick met their eyes.

"I have the location," Maverick said. "The Aurors will most likely be ambushed, and most of them, I have a good impression of..." He paused, thinking, If nothing else, this could be a good opportunity to build a relationship, and in the future, bring them under my camp. From their names, he remembered they were the future leaders of the British Ministry.

Ali and Aisha grabbed hold of his hand, and Maverick concentrated on the location he had just received. With a snap of air and a twist of space, the three of them disappeared from the rooftop.

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The group of three apparated silently above a dense stretch of forest in northern London.

In an instant, Maverick conjured a smooth, floating magical platform beneath them to stand on, then cast a barrier around them, cloaking them in invisibility and shielding their presence.

Ali and Aisha glanced around cautiously. The night was deep and dark, lit only by a pale half-moon hanging overhead.

"Where are we?" Aisha asked in a hushed voice.

"Epping Forest," Maverick replied. "Give me a second."

He closed his eyes and extended his Magical-Sense outward like a sonar pulse. It stretched through the trees, sweeping for any signs of human life. After a moment, he opened his eyes and turned his head.

"Found them," he said.

At once, the platform began gliding forward—fast, smooth, and silent—through the cold night air.

A few minutes later, flashes of red and gold light flickered in the distance below, cutting through the trees like faint lightning strikes.

"There," Aisha said, pointing. "Spellfire."

Maverick steered the construct closer.

His Magical-Sense picked up five people moving fast, casting spells behind them as a dozen others gave chase. Flashes of fire and sparks lit up the trees. The five defenders moved with sharp coordination. They were outnumbered and under pressure, but they didn't panic. They dodged spells, blocked them, and struck back with skill and precision.

But Maverick's sense stretched further. Ahead of the fleeing Aurors, deeper in the forest, was another group. Thirty, maybe forty people, fanned out and waiting in a large clearing.

An ambush.

Just like Greengrass guessed.

Within minutes, the five Aurors crashed straight into the trap. Cut off from every direction, they stood back to back, surrounded in a circle of enemies.

"They're boxed in," Ali said, folding his arms.

Then, from the shadows, Greyback appeared. The monstrous werewolf stepped into the moonlight, towering in size in his fully transformed state.

Even from afar, Maverick could see the difference.

"He's... different," Ali said quietly. "Bigger. Bulkier."

"Bulkier?" Aisha raised a brow at him. "That's not bulky. That's a monster. You'd look like a puppy next to him."

Ali didn't respond to her jab. Instead, he turned to Maverick. "When are we stepping in?"

Maverick didn't answer at once. He watched, eyes narrowed.

"Not yet. If they can't handle it, then we intervene. But for now, I want to see what the best of the Auror Office are truly capable of under pressure."

Ali and Aisha exchanged a glance but didn't argue. They turned back to the chaos below, watching the five surrounded Aurors hold their ground.

Spells flew.

Red, blue, green, orange—bursts of light and concussive magic lit the night. Despite being outnumbered, the five Aurors moved like a single organism, covering each other, changing positions, hammering down counterspells and retaliating with brutal precision.

They moved like they had done this a hundred times before—Kingsley's shield work was masterful, Scrimgeour cut through attackers like a blade, and Amelia Bones sent spells flying like thunderbolts.

"Impressive..." Ali murmured, eyes tracking their fluid wandwork.

"Yes. But I think I could take one or two in a duel," Aisha added with a small smirk.

Maverick hummed. "For Magus-rank Aurors, they're indeed impressive," he said. "Probably the best out there."

"Hey, hey," Aisha huffed, placing her hands on her hips. "That didn't sound like a compliment at all. Don't forget your left and right hands are Magus too."

Maverick allowed himself a small smile.

Time passed, and the skirmish intensified.

Then—ROAR!

Greyback surged forward.

"He's finally moving," Ali said sharply.

"He's fast," Aisha said, tightening her gloves. "Boss, I think it's time."

Maverick gave a single nod, eyes fixed on the massive creature as it swung its huge arm, aiming to take off one Auror's head before it even landed.

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