"My lord, you are unaware of the situation," Fwooper replied with a light chuckle. "In Northern Europe, if possible, it is best not to cross national borders arbitrarily. Although the Ministries of Magic here are basically integrated, there are still Aurors patrolling and monitoring magic at the borders. Therefore, frequently crossing national borders easily attracts the attention of the local Ministry of Magic. Once they discover us, it is equivalent to the Pure Land Society knowing as well. The club has had several smuggling activities in Northern Europe before, and they all ran into trouble while crossing national borders."
"As for needing to pass through Finnmark County, where Durmstrang is located, you actually don't need to worry too much. Although there is a large wizard settlement area here, precisely because of that, the control of the Pure Land Society is relatively lax. Moreover, the natural environment in the north is relatively harsh, so they rarely patrol outside. While the probability of running directly into them is not zero, it is already considered low compared to other routes. Besides, I believe you understand the principle of 'the darkest place is under the candlestick.' As long as our transfer speed is fast enough, it is very possible to pass through this dangerous zone without alerting them. Coupled with the guards we have prepared, the safety factor is much higher than a horizontal transfer."
"The only troublesome part is the weather. You have seen the situation in the far north. Although winter has not yet arrived, the temperature is already below zero. We may encounter extreme environments like blizzards, so what we mainly need to consider is how to keep the magical creatures warm."
Fwooper had not spent all those years in Northern Europe in vain; she was extremely well-prepared in terms of intelligence, routes, and environment. Even Alan, after hearing Fwooper's complete plan, could not help but nod in satisfaction. As Northern Europe was a dangerous region, it was obviously impossible not to take any risks. Although the transfer route she chose was quite circuitous, its safety was indeed much higher, with Finnmark County being the most dangerous area where trouble was likely to occur.
"Good, proceed according to your plan." Thunderbird nodded and rolled up the map to put it away. "I will contact the Black Dragon side. They have already prepared the cargo, and it can be launched into the water at any time. They will appear at the scheduled location on time the day after tomorrow. In addition..." Thunderbird's tone suddenly became solemn. "The volume of cargo this time can be said to be the largest ever. We must accomplish the whole task in one stroke, releasing all the raw materials that have been long accumulated in the Americas at once. Therefore, this operation is of vital importance and must be guaranteed to succeed."
Seeing Thunderbird so grave, Fwooper also replied seriously, "Rest assured, for this operation, I have utilized the connections I have accumulated over many years and contacted a large number of helpers. It's just that the transportation route is long, and we have to pass through some wizard settlement areas..."
"Don't worry. During your transit in Northern Europe, I will escort you the entire way. I will absolutely not let the failure in Britain happen again!" When Thunderbird said this, his voice was filled with ruthlessness.
Seeing Thunderbird say this, Fwooper immediately felt relieved. To be honest, the transportation route she arranged was only relatively safe. In this godforsaken place in Northern Europe that extremely rejected the Silver Spears, anything could happen.
After ending the conversation with Fwooper, Thunderbird raised his chin and gestured toward the house. "Have the people you gathered all arrived?"
"Yes." Fwooper looked at the stone house and nodded. "This time I have invited a total of ten Death Eaters and six werewolves. Their strength is not bad, and they can help us share a lot of pressure during the transportation."
"That's good. Now, let me see them for myself." After saying that, Thunderbird strode into the stone house.
At this moment, the brightly lit stone house was already crowded with people, either gathering in front of the fireplace to warm themselves or sitting in twos and threes chatting. After Thunderbird stepped through the door, everyone immediately cast their gaze toward him, and then two people walked out from the crowd to greet him.
One of them was tall, with matted gray hair and a beard. In the cold Northern Europe, he was surprisingly just wearing a fur coat casually, exposing his thick chest hair without reservation. As he walked toward Thunderbird, a ferocious smile appeared on his terrifying face, simultaneously revealing his sharp fangs and the sores at the corners of his mouth. This was none other than the werewolf Fenrir Greyback who had once escaped from Alan's hands.
The other wizard did not look as savage as Fenrir. He was wearing a proper long-pile formal suit, draped with a pitch-black magic robe on the outermost layer. His light blonde hair was combed neatly, and his face looked somewhat similar to the former Yaxley.
"Are you the leader of this deal? This isn't my first time working with the Silver Spears. I knew a guy among you called Nundu, but unfortunately, he died miserably in Romania. What is your codename? Maybe we know each other from before." Fenrir sneered, very rudely leaned close to Thunderbird, and joked with forced familiarity.
"Get away from me, you filthy animal." Thunderbird did not answer the other party directly; instead, he raised his chin quite arrogantly and reprimanded Fenrir contemptuously, as if he were shooing away a dirty mangy dog that had come up to his feet.
"You! You bastard, say that again if you dare!" Fenrir, who followed the creed of werewolf supremacy, hated nothing more than others equating them with ordinary wild beasts. Although he had long abandoned his humanity, this did not mean he could accept being slighted by others. Thunderbird's words undoubtedly completely enraged Fenrir.
A low growl emitted from Fenrir's mouth, just like the sound a wolf makes when ambushing. Subsequently, five people behind him suddenly stepped forward one after another, glaring fiercely at Thunderbird together with Fenrir, their eyes filled with aggression, as if they were scrutinizing prey.
After seeing this scene, the wizard who had come up together with him stepped aside. He didn't expect this Silver Spear to have such a big temper, provoking these werewolves the moment he arrived. He certainly didn't want to bring trouble upon himself because of this. However, he also took this opportunity to see how this suddenly appearing Silver Spear would handle the situation in front of him. These werewolves were not good-tempered characters; it would be troublesome if he couldn't extricate himself later.
"Heh, what I mean is..." Thunderbird still held his chin high arrogantly and chuckled, "Let you, this dirty and stupid animal, stay away from me. Don't get your disgusting saliva on me and infect me with incurable rabies. Are you deaf, you stupid dog? Didn't you hear clearly? Animal! Animal! Animal!"
"Awoo!"
Upon hearing Thunderbird speak to him so insolently, Fenrir roared in anger, his expression becoming extremely ferocious. He didn't even bother to draw his wand, instead raising his sharp claws high, leaping up, and pouncing directly toward Thunderbird. The gang of werewolf underlings behind him also showed ferocious expressions, roaring as they swarmed up.
Seeing this, Thunderbird snorted coldly, completely unconcerned by this group of baring-fanged werewolves. He did not choose to retreat, but instead took a step forward, simultaneously raising his right hand slightly.
"Bang!"
Fenrir, who was leaping forward, felt as if he had crashed into a hard iron wall, emitting a dull thud that left him dazed for a moment. After stepping forward, Thunderbird immediately raised his other leg and delivered a solid front kick, landing squarely on Fenrir's chest. Fenrir was then sent flying backward like a cannonball with a boom, slamming solidly into the stone wall at the far end.
At the same time, Thunderbird did not forget to point a finger at Fenrir. Then, giant hands made of stone extended from the stone wall that Fenrir had impacted, grabbing toward him. In just an instant, they bound him tightly, restricting him firmly against the wall.
Thunderbird did not stop his actions. Watching the other few werewolves pouncing over, he raised his hand and slapped them away. The moment he swung his hand, one of the werewolves charging in front felt a massive force strike his body in the direction Thunderbird swung his arm. He was then sent flying straight away by this mid-air slap, smashing several pieces of wooden furniture along the way, and finally rolling heavily against the wall with a loud crash.
Immediately after, Thunderbird followed suit and slapped four more times, sending the remaining few werewolves flying one after another. For a moment, the rest of the people in the room could only see these werewolves flying across the air. A few unlucky ones, because they didn't react in time, were hit by these flying werewolves and were then knocked away as well.
The barriers manifested by Thunderbird using the Impediment Jinx were very solid and possessed immense power. Every werewolf that was hit felt unbearable pain all over their body after landing, unable to get back up. Before long, the entire room had become a mess, and groans of pain could be heard from the floor and the walls. And in front of Thunderbird, it was now completely empty.
Seeing this astonishing scene, the wizard who had hidden to the side from the beginning felt his scalp tingle. What is up with this Silver Spear? He's simply a lunatic! Who attacks their employees the moment they meet? And this guy's strength is just too exaggerated! Can an ordinary shield charm have this kind of power? And this person is just too unscrupulous. He didn't consider at all that there were others watching. If he hadn't dodged quickly just now, he might have been caught in the crossfire and severely injured!
"Hmph, animals are animals; you can't even distinguish the most basic situation. Has no one taught you? Trash should have the self-awareness of trash. Rashly attacking the strong will only make you look even stupider. You truly don't know the immensity of heaven and earth."
After Thunderbird contemptuously mocked the group of werewolves in front of him, he turned his head to look at the wizard who had been watching the whole time. "You, name?"
"Me?" The wizard was stunned for a moment before he reacted, then hurriedly stepped forward and said, slightly reservedly, "Hello, I am Aotis Yaxley, the leader of these wizards. We are not in the same group as those werewolves!"