Chapter 753 - Culling Ⅲ (1/2)
The snow tracks in the snow had slowly begun to disappear when loud popping sounds can be heard as a group of Auror's appeared further down the street from the Monarch Pub. Unlike the raid, there are no junior Auror's present only veteran and senior Auror's. Leading the group is a middle-aged wizard of average height with wavy brown hair reaching the collar of his neck, Alastor Moody. The wizard is ruggedly handsome with several scars. One across his eyebrow skipping over his eye and ending just below. Another at the tip of his nose, one across his chin but halting at his neck. And the last is a scar across his cheek running all the way out into the air.
In a Scottish borough, Alastor says, ”We've got precisely one chance Auror's, the Minister of Magic and our own head of department, Urquart is counting on us. We have to catch them all in one single swoop!”
”Just to verify, Auror Moody, the ruler of the Underworld, Mr. Sanderson will be sending out a rather large group of murders and such criminals to be taken completely unawares is that correct?” Asked the dark brown-haired wizard with a square jaw, Edgar Bones.
”Well, when you put it that way Auror Bones that does indeed sound a bit like an ambush,” murmured in agreement the handsome red-haired Auror, Gideon Prewett.
The large-nosed, red-haired Fabian Prewett rolls his eyes and elbows his brother causing him to glare back. ”I'm sure what my brother and Auror Bones mean to say Auror Moody is if we will be able to successfully ambush such a group. They are most certainly the unsavory sort, but they happen to be the utmost dangerous. And I doubt they are the kind to even lower their guards for a second considering the crimes they have committed without being caught.”
”That is a natural concern to have Auror Bones and Auror's Prewett,” calmly answered Alastor Moody. ”However, they are under the impression that the Auror's are otherwise occupied. That and the Monarch pub does not permit to apparate on the premise. Should the criminals even attempt to retreat into the pub, they will be attacked by two of Sanderson's most trusted men, Hyde and Floyd.”
”Mm,” Edgar Bones said with a bit of an arched brow. ”It would seem that Sanderson has been planning this for some time, Auror Moody.”
”I wouldn't know about that,” Alastor Moody said with a bit of a grin. ”I just do what I am told,” earning a guffaw of laughter from those around them.
”Either way, we should take care,” interjected the solemn voice of Percius Clements. He had lost weight again after Damocles Belby's death appearing far gaunter and slenderer to not arouse worry in those that knew him. ”We lost six good Auror's in the attack that took Damocles Belby's life,” he sternly reminded them.
”We won't have another repeat, Auror Clements,” Alastor Moody assuredly replied. ”We were taken unawares then, but this time we have the upper hand.” The other Auror's murmur in agreement as the snow continues to fall over them coating their clothes and sticking to their faces and hair.
”Enough chitchat,” Alastor grumbled, ”everyone to their position!”
”Yes, sir!” The Auror's chorused, before in fluid fashion moving into their positions. These were some of the best-trained witches and wizards the Auror's had to offer. They had to be or else they would not have survived this long otherwise.