The Werewolf Capture Planning Group.
This was a department subordinate to the Beast Office of the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, within the British Ministry of Magic.
The initial intention of establishing the Planning Group was to arrest werewolves who might pose a threat to society. However, just like the Werewolf Registry and the Werewolf Support Services Department next door, this department had never been able to operate successfully. In fact, they were all on the verge of being cut.
"Fenrir Greyback, this is perhaps the most dangerous and disgusting half-human half-beast in the magical world today..."
Umbridge stood in the Werewolf Capture Planning Group's office, her gaze sweeping over the old, yellowed wanted poster on the wall, and said with a sneer.
"For half a century, werewolves have been a major factor in destabilizing the magical world. These fallen, dirty, and evil creatures have been lurking in the corners of the world for too long, and the patience of the Ministry of Magic and the magical world is gradually dissipating. According to reliable sources, the most evil werewolf who once sided with You-Know-Who has established a hidden werewolf community in the mountains of northern England... This is a rather dangerous signal, isn't it?"
"Perhaps, this shows that they can communicate and integrate into the normal world..."
David, the head of the Werewolf Registry, said cautiously, while observing Umbridge's cold expression.
This morning, as soon as he arrived at the office, he received an order from the higher-ups of the Ministry of Magic, requiring everyone in their department to put down all their work and go to the Werewolf Capture Planning Group. On the way to the Planning Group, David happened to meet Irok from the Werewolf Support Services Department.
"No, quite the contrary. Those half-human half-beasts are secretly training an army. Law-abiding werewolves obediently register!"
Umbridge let out a chilling laugh, speaking in a high-pitched, thin voice, with a fake smile plastered on her face.
"Obviously, when they have accumulated enough power, they will attack wizards like giants and rebellious goblins. The Ministry of Magic will never tolerate such a thing! After serious consideration, we have decided to strike first—Mr. David, Mr. Irok, I heard that you have a lot of information about werewolf communities. Please disclose this information now."
"Wa-wait, Deputy Minister Umbridge, the ones I have registered are all harmless werewolves."
Irok from the Werewolf Support Services Department swallowed, and said uneasily, "Most of them told us their information in order to protect themselves and seek help from the Ministry of Magic. No malicious incidents have ever occurred in the werewolf communities they are in. I don't think we should—"
"Then please tell me, do they turn into wolves during the full moon?"
"Of course, but they all take potions..."
"A small number of them do. The Wolfsbane Potion is not that easy to prepare and brew—most werewolves are bloodthirsty and crazy beasts when the full moon arrives. Of course, they are not very safe at other times either. More importantly, Mr. Irok."
Dolores Umbridge narrowed her eyes, a hateful sneer on her lips.
"You've been working in this position for almost ten years, right? Then you must be very clear that each werewolf community has more than just one werewolf. Perhaps there are a few 'manageable' guys among them, but what about those who hide their identities and lurk in the shadows? Don't forget, Fenrir Greyback is a living example. These half-human half-beasts with irrepressible bestiality may attack us at any time."
"Perhaps I must emphasize again that I am not here today to solicit your opinions."
After a slight pause, Umbridge pulled out a document from her small bag, her thick fingers with ugly rings waving.
"The Ministry of Magic has been evaluating the 'Werewolf Restriction Act' proposals for a long time, and just last night, the high-level meeting of the Ministry of Magic finally passed this long-overdue Act. In order to better communicate and convey, we have decided to go directly to various werewolf communities to implement it—"
"What if they refuse to comply with this Act, or strongly protest?"
David from the Werewolf Registry looked at the document with some unease, and asked in a very soft voice.
Although he had not read the relevant content, he was 100% sure that it was not a pleasant Act. In fact, even the relatively lenient and normal Werewolf Registry, there have been almost no werewolves willing to sign it over the years.
"Hey, then it's even simpler. Since they refuse to abide by the laws of the Ministry of Magic, then perhaps they should consider moving to another place."
Aubrey, the head of the Werewolf Capture Planning Group, grinned behind Dolores Umbridge, revealing yellowed teeth.
"Aurors from the Auror Office, some foreign affairs personnel from the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, and the Dangerous Beast Response Team from the Beast Office will all participate in this action—in view of the high risks that may exist in this operation, Minister Umbridge has specially applied for unrestricted casting rights. If those guys dare to bare their teeth at us, I will let them know how terrible the wrath of wizards can be."
During the period when the Dark Lord's forces ravaged more than twenty years ago, his wife and children all died at the hands of Fenrir Greyback's werewolf army.
Aubrey had been preparing for this day for a full twenty years, and he couldn't wait to take revenge.
"Okay, I think there are no problems, right, gentlemen? This is the authorization of the Ministry of Magic for this operation."
Umbridge nodded with satisfaction, her face still with a template-like fake smile, her round, big eyes filled with indifference and cruelty.
"If the residents of those werewolf communities obey the restrictions of the Ministry of Magic, we will find them a suitable and safe place to live for both parties—of course, under the close supervision of the Ministry of Magic. As for those beasts who intend to disrupt stability and harm wizards, I think we have many ways to place and deal with them. Werewolves are not more dangerous than dragons, are they?"
"I see. So it seems that the Werewolf Support Services Department doesn't seem to have any meaning in existence anymore?"
Irok from the Werewolf Support Services Department nodded slowly, looked around at his colleagues in the office, and took a deep breath.
From a long time ago, the Ministry of Magic has been trying to control werewolves, but there has never been a unified voice within the Ministry of Magic. The most critical point is the identification of werewolves, which is one of the reasons why the werewolf problem has not been resolved for so many years.
For many years, werewolf management affairs have been hovering between the Beast Office and the Being Office of the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures.
For example, the Werewolf Registry and the Werewolf Capture Planning Group both belong to the Beast Office, while the Werewolf Support Services Department is managed by the Being Office.
But now, this battle has obviously reached its end.
"From the current situation, there is no problem with understanding it this way—"
Dolores Umbridge raised her eyebrows, said softly with a pleasant expression, and added after thinking for a while.
"But Mr. Irok, you don't have to worry about unemployment. In addition to the werewolf problem, there are many dangerous beasts and beings around us that are not noted and may attack people at any time. You can still keep your office, but the words on the doorplate will change a bit."
"It may be inappropriate and blunt to say this, but I still want to correct one sentence, werewolves are not beasts. They..."
"Oh, there is not much time left. We should start the action."
Umbridge raised her wrist and looked at her watch, and said in a high-pitched voice like a little girl, making a fuss.
"Mr. Irok, I don't intend to discuss philosophical issues with you. Werewolves are classified as XXXXX creatures by the Ministry of Magic. I think this alone can end this meaningless debate. My question now is, can you point us in the right direction? We have good reason to believe that Fenrir Greyback is hiding in those werewolf communities. Are you going to provide a haven for him and his army—"
"...Of course not, Madam Deputy Minister."
Mr. Irok glanced at the execution order with the red seal, and sighed softly.
There are many rumors about Umbridge in the Ministry of Magic. Although no one has ever really confirmed it, as far as he knows, the wizards who offended Dolores Umbridge did not end well. He didn't want to become a new story in the rumors, he still had to support his family.
"Okay, there are three werewolf communities I know, located in..."
"Oh, very good, the Ministry of Magic will seriously consider the job changes of the Werewolf Support Services Department—"
Umbridge said softly with satisfaction, her eyes flashing with excited flames.
As the initiator of the "Werewolf Restriction Act" and the werewolf arrest plan... these are the best foundation stones for her to return to her post in the Ministry of Magic in the future, and also her valuable political capital when she moves to a higher position in the future. There is no Paracelsus blocking the way on the werewolf side.
As for the possible retaliation that may be caused later, this was originally part of the Ministry of Magic's plan.
The high walls of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and the powerful magical strength of Dumbledore and others can provide her with excellent shelter. In Cornelius Fudge and her plan, she will take over all the command and reputation, use the last failed action to penetrate into Hogwarts, while monitoring and reviewing the school, while avoiding the dangers that the werewolf capture plan may cause... or, rely on this to further expand her reputation.
"But, but, there is still one problem, they haven't transformed yet..."
"Then lock up the people you catch, and wait until the full moon—the magical world is very big, and not many people will notice if those who are not registered disappear for a month or two. Besides, don't beasts sometimes go to the jungle to forage?"
Umbridge said with a sweet smile, casually flipping through the registration form that David from the Werewolf Registry had just brought over.
Remus Lupin, it will be your turn soon... Now, she will collect some interest first.
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England, Cotswolds.
In the southern part of this area, there is a small town called Castle Combe.
Time here seems to have remained in the Middle Ages, and the streets without streetlights are extremely quiet.
The town is very small, and a small pavilion is built in the central triangular square, next to the small church and garden.
The church is also empty, and the ancient knight statues in the alcoves lie quietly as if asleep, just as the entire town is in a dream, yet to wake up. The ancient street is not long, with only dozens of houses on both sides. It doesn't take long to get to the outside of the village. A small stream and a stone arch bridge are at the entrance of the village.
"This is it. Most of them should be sleeping during the day..."
Along with a slight crackling sound, a large group of Aurors landed on the stone bridge outside the village.
"Complete the capture as soon as possible. Don't let the situation like last time happen again. If we are pestered by reporters, that will be another troublesome matter. Whether they are adult werewolves or underage werewolf cubs, stun them and control them first. If you encounter an attack, don't give those beasts a chance to open their mouths—"
Umbridge glanced at the wooden board outside the town with a few claw marks on it, and whispered to the Aurors around her.
Having experienced a failure, she would not fall in the same place a second time.
This time, in addition to the basic Auror guards that need to be kept around Cornelius Fudge, the Ministry of Magic has almost dispatched all its combat power.
With such a huge number of people, not to mention a group of ignorant and dirty half-human half-beasts, even if they face that old wizard at Hogwarts again, the other party can only flee in panic, and on the other side, the application letter for the Order of Merlin is almost drafted.
When these rounds of arrests are perfectly completed, she can put down her work and wait peacefully at Hogwarts for the medal to be awarded.
"Take action! Arrest everyone in this town... They will know who the werewolves are when the next full moon comes..."
Umbridge pointed to the empty town ahead and gave the order softly.
"If you encounter resistance, I allow you to use some Dark Magic for self-defense. I have specially applied for the necessary exemption from casting rights to counter Dark Magic."
The Aurors nodded silently, raising their wands and cautiously walking towards the sleeping town.
At the same time, a chubby green beetle landed on a leaf next to Umbridge.
The marks around the beetle's antennae looked like ugly, gaudy glasses. It flew quietly over the town, carefully observing the raids and arrests taking place in the rooms through the windows, silently recording this unknown secret arrest operation.
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At the same time, the headquarters of *The Daily Prophet*.
Barnabas put down his magnifying glass and newspaper, and turned to his assistant with some annoyance.
"Has Rita Skeeter not submitted a hot topic article this month again? Stop paying her salary for half a month first, give her a warning, and tell her to continue squatting next to *The Quibbler* to dig for clues, and pay her back when she finds something. If it weren't for her past work, *The Daily Prophet* could unconditionally fire her directly based on the two months she was absent from work last year..."
Just as Umbridge said.
The magical world is very big, and no one notices even if some wizards disappear for a month or two.
And when they reappear, perhaps...
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"Hmm, a new round of promotion channels..."
At Hogwarts, Grindelwald pushed up his reading glasses and nodded noncommittally.
"I approved it here. Although there are many illegal Animagi these days, this size is still too rare. After she comes back, promote her member level to C level, otherwise some work will not be easy to assign her to participate in, but..."
The old man casually signed a line of calligraphy at the end of the letter and handed it to the young wizard waiting aside.
"After she comes back, you have to get the memory over and file it as soon as possible to avoid accidents."
"If you find something strange during the reading process, um, you know what I mean, Professor Lockhart?"
After speaking, Grindelwald stood up, picked up his windbreaker, and walked towards the fireplace in the office.
Although the Aurors of this generation are ridiculously weak, in this large-scale action, in order to ensure the overall fairness and competitiveness of the game, he has to watch a little bit from the side, at least not let those poor werewolf cubs even pass on a spark.
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Yay!