dmims Chapter 165, Section 164: The Mystery of the Werewolf and Gryffindor
Chapter 165, Section 164: The Mystery of the Werewolf and Gryffindor
Chapter 165, Section 164: The Mystery of the Werewolf and Gryffindor
All eyes turned to Ian.
Meanwhile, Ian pulled out several alchemical tools and used a tube to dab a few drops of the potion from the reagent for analysis. He looked up and saw the old man and a group of werewolves staring intently at him.
"what?"
Before the young wizard could even voice his opinion, Lupin pushed him back, blocking his way, and raised his wand as well.
"Can your true form escape?"
Lu Ping lowered his voice and asked.
"This is my true form."
Ian held up what he was holding, proving to Lupin that he was a physical being. However, Lupin didn't quite believe him; he'd seen similar situations before.
"If you can run, I really advise you to run. They might not hurt me, but they would certainly be very happy to hurt you." Lupin's selfless spirit deeply moved the young wizard.
Before the young wizard could even make his ultimate promise—"I promise I won't dig up your grave when you die"—Lupin had already turned his attention back to the menacing werewolves.
"This is just a child. You won't even spare a child?" Lu Ping's expression was unusually stern, and his eyes were filled with a mixture of tension and vigilance.
"We haven't fallen so low as to kill people indiscriminately..." the old man said with a hint of helplessness, then paused briefly before changing the subject with an extremely serious tone, "However, he's not a werewolf and can't know this secret. We either have to make him forget what he saw today or we have to make him one of us."
For these werewolves who didn't want to expose the [Awakening Potion], this might indeed be the best course of action, especially given the large number of people involved.
only.
Lupin obviously wouldn't allow the werewolves to cast a forgetting spell on Ian, or turn Ian into a werewolf like them. Even setting aside the fact that Ian was entrusted to Lupin's care by Albus Dumbledore, it's not something someone of Lupin's character would turn a blind eye to, watching a young wizard being harmed.
"I must solemnly remind you, Lucas, this child is a member of the Dumbledore family. Do you really want to provoke the most powerful wizard in the world because of this?"
Lupin knew he couldn't change the other side's mind on his own, so he chose to leverage their influence. In his view, what he said was the truth, and he was already 90% convinced of Ian's "bloodline" issue.
"A member of the Dumbledore family?"
Upon hearing this, the werewolf elder Lucas immediately frowned, and the werewolves beside him also looked somewhat panicked. Clearly, Lupin's decision to bring up Albus Dumbledore was very effective.
"Is he a descendant of the Dumbledore family?"
"That's impossible! I've never heard of such a thing!"
"That hypocrite must be lying! There are no descendants of the Dumbledore family in this generation! My cousin lived in Godric's Hollow for a time!"
"Not necessarily... He might be an illegitimate child. Similar situations have occurred in the Dumbledore family before... I heard that Grindelwald had a Dumbledore by his side back then."
"That man is over a hundred years old, how could he possibly have such a little kid as his illegitimate child?"
"Haven't you heard that things get messier as you get older...? My mom was seventy when she gave birth to me."
"A seventy-year-old still has periods??"
……
A group of werewolves who had been silent and simply standing next to the old werewolf named Lucas suddenly couldn't help but start chattering amongst themselves under Lupin's "threat".
"quiet!"
It was only after the old werewolf Lucas gave a reprimand that the werewolves, who were talking more and more outrageously and going further and further off-topic, finally calmed down a bit. However, some of the werewolves further back were still whispering among themselves.
no way.
Werewolves are also human.
Everyone has a gossipy side.
"How can I tell if you're not lying to us just from what you've said?" Lucas was clearly taken aback, but he wasn't as naive as the other werewolves.
Despite some concerns, he remained quite determined to keep the matter a secret.
"Um... Werewolves don't lie to other werewolves?" Lupin tried to gain the other party's trust by claiming to be one of his own kind, but his seemingly sincere words did not get the desired result.
"Oh."
The old werewolf, who had probably heard this kind of talk countless times in his life, just snorted softly.
He still had an extremely serious face, his eyes fixed on the two figures in front of him, one large and one small, his gaze constantly shifting back and forth between Lupin and Ian.
The old werewolf's gaze lingered on Ian the longest, his eyes deep and thoughtful, perhaps trying to connect Ian's face with Albus Dumbledore.
"I need evidence."
He spoke bluntly, "Don't blame me for being so cautious. You should know what this potion means to us werewolves. We don't want the news to leak out and our hopes to be dashed."
The so-called hope was not explicitly stated by the old werewolf Lucas, but judging from his solemn appearance, it was hard not to let one's imagination run wild.
"Hope? Meaning? You werewolves want to use your werewolf powers to find a place to establish a country?" Ian happened to be the kind of person who particularly liked to let his imagination run wild.
He put away what he was holding and abruptly asked a question.
"Don't make things worse! You troublemaking brat!" Lupin broke out in a cold sweat upon hearing this, his heart pounding in his chest. He turned to look at the little wizard beside him, his heart filled with resentment.
How incredibly oblivious can he be to not sense any danger?! Is Hogwarts protecting children so well these days? How come this little wizard shows absolutely no worry or fear?!
"We're not playing house now. We're not even sure if you'll make it out unscathed!" Lupin felt it necessary to remind the young wizard of his current predicament.
"oh."
Ian nodded.
Perhaps it was his somewhat nonchalant attitude that made the old werewolf Lucas feel slighted, and he immediately glared angrily at the little wizard.
"Your guardian is right. If he can't give me a satisfactory answer, I don't think today will be a good day for you in your life."
Old werewolf Lucas's tone was quite unfriendly.
Can I interpret this as you threatening me?
Ian looked up at the old werewolf who was staring at him with a fierce gaze.
"You think I'd be afraid of Albus Dumbledore's revenge? We're already penniless. Even if you really are from the Dumbledore family, so what?"
"What else can your family make us lose?" Old werewolf Lucas was clearly trying to put psychological pressure on Ian; his inner emotions were completely different from what he showed.
Ian had long felt a growing sense of apprehension, worry, and hesitation within the old werewolf. This was understandable; many werewolves among the pack were far more unsettling than this old man. After all, any wizard living in Britain knew that the most untouchable entity on this land wasn't the Ministry of Magic.
The Ministry of Magic needs legal provisions to deal with an individual, and pure-blood families need to find a reason to do so. But powerful wizards, free from all ties, can do whatever they want.
Who would want to mess with the greatest white wizard of this century?
"I don't quite agree with what you're saying." Ian ignored Lupin's warning as he frantically tugged at his clothes, and looked around at the werewolves in front of him, all of whom were taller than him.
"Oh?"
The old werewolf chuckled.
"Are all spoiled brats this arrogant?" He was starting to believe Lupin's assessment, since Ian's current attitude made him seem like a well-protected, clueless brat. Most of these kinds of people came from those self-proclaimed noble pure-blood families.
Therefore.
Even if this young wizard isn't a descendant of Dumbledore's family, he's probably from a decent background. Children from ordinary families wouldn't be unable to distinguish between a dangerous and a safe situation.
Unless there's something wrong with his brain...
"Let them see your phoenix!" Lupin felt the increasingly hostile gazes from many werewolves and panicked. He immediately hoped that Ian would produce strong evidence.
Do you think they'll believe that?
Ian responded softly, sounding helpless.
"..."
Lupin recalled Ian's black phoenix, whose color, cry, and appearance were all wrong, and for a moment fell into a silence, unsure how to respond.
"Besides, I'm really not a member of the Dumbledore family. The phoenix was just a gift from a friend..." Ian's attempt to defend his identity at this moment seemed rather foolish to Lupin.
and.
Those words, spoken without any attempt to conceal their volume, reached the ears of the werewolves.
The next moment, not only did the old werewolf Lucas's expression turn gloomy, but even the werewolves around Lucas's eyes changed completely, and the short-tempered werewolves immediately flew into a rage.
"I knew this hypocrite was deceiving us! Deceiving us again! He's not one of us!" shouted a werewolf with thin cheekbones.
Before the old werewolf, still harboring some reservations and wanting to understand the nature of his friend's gift, could restrain him, he had already raised his wand and cast a spell on Lupin and Ian.
"Torn apart!"
The young werewolf's voice was very loud, and his spells were enunciated very clearly, but the power of the magic was not great, and the beam of light shooting out from his wand was not fast.
"Armor for protection!"
Even Lupin was able to raise his wand in time and use the Ironclad Charm to block.
"Lucas! Are you sure you want to do this!?" Lupin quickly looked at the old werewolf who was the alpha wolf. At this moment, the old werewolf had already suppressed the magic wand of the irritable young werewolf.
"We have no intention of harming you or the child you are with, provided that you allow us to cast a forgetting spell on him, or you personally make him forget today's memories."
The old werewolf was definitely very strong. He only needed one look to make the young werewolf lower his head. After slowly turning back, his tone became irrefutable once again.
no way.
The young wizard admitted that he was not related to Albus Dumbledore by blood, so for him, a child who might come from a pure-blood family could at most make him give up the idea of infecting the other person.
"We can discuss other terms."
Lupin answered without hesitation.
"If you can find another option that can convince us, then of course we can, but you'll have to hand over your wand first. We all know you're quite skilled in magic." The old werewolf Lucas didn't directly refuse, but to Lupin, what he said was no different from a refusal.
As a wizard.
How could someone willingly give up their wand?
This is not much different from simply raising your hands in surrender. You need to have something that the other party fears to have the right to negotiate. Giving up your wand means being at their mercy.
"You know this is impossible. A wand is a wizard's life." Lupin didn't think he could afford to gamble, and the werewolves' reputation wasn't much better than that of pure-blood families.
"Then there's nothing to talk about. Well, I'm not good at negotiating either." The old werewolf Lucas also made his stance clear with his actions, pulling out his wand from his tattered robe.
"I will make both of you lose your memories of today, and you, my fellow countryman, will lose the help I gave you. I am taking back the [Awakening Potion] I just gave you."
talking.
With a simple tap of his wand, the old werewolf Lucas conjured a lizard of flames that appeared out of thin air, its surface ablaze with fire as it lunged at Lupin with its gaping maw.
"His strength is really impressive."
Ian still had time to reflect at this moment. Indeed, for a wandering werewolf, to be able to perform a polymorphing spell while casting a spell silently was truly remarkable.
This is something that many outstanding Hogwarts graduates cannot do—like Lupin.
"Thunderous explosion!"
Lupin could only fight back with the Explosion Spell, which was enhanced by a spell. The two fiery magics collided in the air, and the next moment, a violent explosion and roar rang out at the same time.
The surrounding walls, which were on the verge of collapse, were instantly reduced to a pile of rubble and ruins in the fierce magical battle, with stones and bricks being blasted into the sky one after another.
Then.
Then, like raindrops, they fell from the sky. Some werewolves who hadn't learned any magic immediately scattered in panic, and an area roughly the size of a basketball court fell into chaos.
"Roar~ Roar~"
Some werewolves, after being provoked, immediately transformed on the spot. Accompanied by howls, these werewolves suddenly turned bloodshot and grew patches of fur on their bodies.
Even their physiques had become much more robust—the enhanced physical strength allowed them to withstand the falling bricks, and the pain only intensified the anger in their eyes.
Although they are still mortal beings and their bodies can still be cut by sharp stones, their regenerative abilities are astonishing. The wounds begin to heal as soon as they form.
of course.
That kind of visible recovery speed is neither as fast as Deadpool nor Wolverine, but the latter two are non-existent, or at least not existing in this world.
Werewolves are a real species that exists in this world, and their population is quite large. The virus that infects them is not without merit in some respects.
"This resilience..."
Ian felt he had discovered a medical miracle.
If we could raise a few werewolves and solve the problem of their infectiousness, wouldn't the world have an endless supply of kidneys and blood?
really!
Old Werewolf Lucas is right! A good businessman will think of sustainable development strategies. A good drug is one that can effectively control disease but not cure it!
"I have also achieved intellectual growth."
Amidst the chaos.
Ian even had time for an epiphany.
It wasn't that no werewolves rushed towards him; in fact, there were werewolf wizards' spells also shot towards him, but he dodged them all with incredibly nimble, snake-like movements.
The young wizard, accustomed to all sorts of storms, handled this situation with ease. He didn't even take out his wand, because at this moment, the wand in his hand was more of an ornament.
of course.
It's not that you can't use any magic at all.
"Obstacles are numerous!"
For werewolves he couldn't avoid, he would use magic to create obstacles to stop them from capturing or infecting him.
"Don't kill anyone!"
The old werewolf Lucas's words were not heeded by many werewolves.
He had clearly lost control of the situation.
Although the [Awakening Potion] allows werewolves to remain rational after transforming, in reality, most werewolves harbor anger and dissatisfaction with the world that reason cannot suppress.
This might be a kind of "resentment towards the rich" in the wizarding world. At this moment, the dark side of many werewolves surfaced when faced with a young wizard who seemed to come from a privileged background. Their eyes gleamed with jealousy and hatred in the sunlight, as if some quality about Ian had touched a sensitive nerve deep within them.
"They're taking advantage of my weak magic right now!" Ian lamented, finding himself unable to cast the Killing Curse despite several attempts. Perhaps this was largely due to the pitifully small amount of magic he had been given.
Ok.
It's also possible that there's a "delay" in remotely controlling the body created by this "transformation"? In any case, when Ian tried to unleash Fiendfire, only a small flame shot out from the tip of his wand.
"This guy is a weakling!"
Seeing this, the werewolves roared even more fiercely, and they pounced on Ian with mocking cries, their sharp claws gleaming coldly in the moonlight.
"The only way to operate is through the simplest magic."
Faced with attacks from all sides, Ian erected a turtle shell that emitted a hazy white light, an inspiration he drew from a mage character in a game called "Legend".
Original magic!
Simple and easy to use, no lag or lag.
The only drawback is that the strength of the shield is determined by the strength of the magic.
The werewolves slammed into the seemingly fragile magical shield. Each impact caused the shield to tremble slightly, the precarious magical barrier appearing as if it might shatter at any moment.
"Damn it! Are you all insane?!"
the other side.
Lupin wanted to rescue the young wizard, but he was somewhat powerless. He was also facing a group of out-of-control werewolves, and even when the old werewolf Lucas stopped, he was still struggling to cope.
He collapsed to the ground, completely unconscious!
Faced with the sudden attack from the transformed werewolf, Lupin immediately cast a spell. However, the werewolf, struck by the magic, merely clutched its head and shook it violently.
immediately.
It regained its agility.
"roar!"
The werewolf, arms outstretched and roaring to the sky, drool dripping from its exposed fangs, lunged forward as if it hadn't been affected by any magic attack.
"What outstanding magic resistance!"
The young wizard, standing in the midst of the firefight, sighed sincerely. His magical shield looked like it was about to be torn apart at any moment, but his expression remained completely devoid of tension and fear.
Lupin believed this was because Ian's true form wasn't actually in this location.
His hunch was indeed correct.
"No matter where your true form is! Run! Don't doubt the werewolves' sense of smell!" Lupin was certain that the werewolves' sense of smell could, to some extent, counteract the Disillusionment Charm.
"After you run away, you'd better get Dumbledore to come and rescue me!"
He truly lived up to his reputation as an outstanding Gryffindor graduate; while reminding Ian, he was also able to cast a spell. With a gentle tap, he pointed his wand at the dilapidated house next to him.
next moment.
The vines clinging to the wall seemed to come alive, transforming into long, whirling whips that lashed out at the werewolves as they continued their attacks.
One werewolf after another was whipped away, while others were tripped up by the vines.
The scene looked quite chaotic.
Fortunately, there weren't many skilled magic users among these werewolves; otherwise, Lupin would have been in even greater trouble than he is now, as he always managed to narrowly parry the spells that occasionally flew towards him.
"Obstacles are numerous!"
"Torn apart!"
He collapsed to the ground, completely unconscious!
Lupin fought as a wizard the entire time, raising his wand, and even in such a dangerous situation, he did not easily kill the werewolf who attacked him.
"Senior, you're actually the Great Mother of Hogwarts!" Ian moved closer to Lupin, raising his wand to relieve some of the pressure on Lupin.
"They won't be grateful to you for that."
The little wizard's judgment was correct.
Although Lupin tried his best to restrain himself when casting his magic, the werewolves only looked at him with growing anger and hatred.
"You are fighting for people who don't belong to our kind! You... are a traitor!" Even the old werewolf Lucas roared, raising his wand once again to unleash magic.
Sensing the powerful magical fluctuations emanating from the other party, Lupin's eyelids twitched violently. He had no choice but to grab Ian, who was still rambling on beside him, as if he had no other option.
"We have to escape!"
Lupin immediately used Apparition—the next moment, he and Ian, whom he had captured, were freed from the chaos, and the chaotic scene around them changed into a somewhat empty room.
Wu Family Orphanage.
The room where senior Tom used to live.
"Whoosh whoosh~"
A flawless version after careful inspection!
Lupin collapsed to the ground, his wand rolling away. His clothes were soaked with sweat, and the surging magic within him made him grit his teeth.
The exhaustion from the fierce battle, coupled with the Apparition technique he performed while carrying others, was a considerable burden for a wizard like him, pushing him to his limit.
no way.
For most wizards, even those at Hogwarts, they are among the best, but their potential and magical power are still worlds apart from those of true geniuses.
"I've done my best. If this isn't your true form, then you can only pray that I notified Dumbledore quickly enough so that your body was still warm when he went to collect it."
Lupin finally caught his breath and struggled to his feet. However, when he looked around, he only saw a dry branch beside him.
"I knew it would be like this..." Lupin weakly raised his hand to cover his eyes, which was why he hadn't used Apparition to escape in the first place.
He truly had no idea where the little wizard's true form was hidden!
The only thing that's certain is that the little brat is still on that side.
……
Apparition.
It is an extremely profound form of magic.
Few wizards are able to access and learn it. This resulted in the werewolves, who were already "lowly educated," losing their target after Lupin Apparated away with the "little wizard." The ferocious werewolves were bewildered and helpless after missing their target.
The fervor and ferocity of the hunt still lingered in their eyes, but now they could only helplessly look around.
Where did they go?
One of the werewolves asked, looking rather bewildered.
"I don't know! It just vanished in a flash!"
"Damn it! It's Apparition! That damned traitor can Apparate!"
"They'll definitely leak our secret! We're doomed! We'll definitely be targeted! We'll be captured and studied! We'll become the targets those pure-blood wizards want to eliminate!"
The werewolves' low, confused howls echoed through the ruins as they ran about, trying to find Lupin in the chaos, but all in vain. Lupin had used his mysterious ability of Apparition to teleport himself to safety, far away from the werewolves driven by jealousy and hatred.
"We have to leave here! To Northern Europe! To America!" The werewolves finally stopped, looking at each other with resentment and helplessness in their eyes.
Just when these werewolves were filled with anxiety.
"Don't rush!"
Old werewolf Lucas stepped forward again, and seeing his fellow werewolves beginning to revert to human form, his expression became somewhat solemn and distressed.
"It's all your fault! You pushed them too far!" Old werewolf Lucas's tone was one of exasperation. He clearly knew that Lupin possessed extremely advanced escape skills.
This is why he kept trying to communicate with Lupin and persuade him to cast the Oblivion Charm on the little wizard. But his worst fears still came true.
"It's all Ryan's fault! Ryan started it!"
"Wasn't it him who played us first?"
"Can't you control your temper? There's a reason Jenny left you and came to me!"
"Damn it! So it was you who stole my girlfriend!"
……
The classic blame-shifting tactic after a failure is sometimes so unpredictable that it always exposes things that were originally well hidden when people are in the heat of the moment.
"You guys are really something! Is this the time to be discussing this? Right now, the [Awakening Potion] might be exposed, and our situation could be a major problem that gets us into serious trouble!"
Old werewolf Lucas's roar finally silenced the two who had started fighting.
"I know their scent, we can trace them..." one of the guys, still in werewolf form, suggested, holding up a strip of cloth.
"If they go directly to Albus Dumbledore, do you want to challenge that undefeated legend?" Old werewolf Lucas responded with a sneer.
The group of werewolves fell silent once again.
They're amazing when they're together.
Asking them to challenge insurmountable mountains is something they certainly wouldn't want to do. It's fine to strive for ideals, but it would be too foolish to die for them.
"Let me think, let me think... how can we save this?" Old werewolf Lucas clearly had no good ideas at this point, and he began to pace back and forth in the ruins.
The other werewolves, lacking any real strategy, could only watch helplessly as the "alpha wolf" rose. Their reason for following the old werewolf Lucas was certainly not solely because he was a powerful wizard.
Another reason is that the old werewolf Lucas is very intelligent.
"My only concern now is that your recklessness might really provoke Albus Dumbledore's wrath... I clearly hadn't fully confirmed the child's background information just now."
Old werewolf Lucas may be very smart, but he also shares the same traits as others, so while thinking of a solution, he couldn't help but complain about the impulsiveness of his fellow werewolves.
"It's all Ryan's fault!"
The werewolves all pointed at the werewolf who had launched the first attack.
"Damn it! When will you guys stop?!"
The short-tempered werewolf was furious.
And just then...
"I can testify too. It's all Ryan's fault, oh, that's his name, right? It's all Ryan's fault." A rather childish but firm voice came from not far away.
"who!?"
The werewolves all looked over warily.
Their group doesn't include many children.
"You actually came back again!?"
All the werewolves, including the old werewolf Lucas, stared in disbelief as the young wizard, carrying several large bags, walked through the collapsed street.
What's this called?
A lamb falling into the wolf's mouth?
Are you not comfortable unless you're about to die?
Where is your guardian?
The old werewolf snapped out of his daze immediately, looked around, but couldn't see Lupin anywhere. The little wizard who had flipped over a section of the collapsed wall was indeed just one person.
"What guardian? I just went to Diagon Alley to collect the gifts my tenants gave me, and he took me, the tool I left with him, on a grand adventure."
Ian put the bag he was carrying on the ground. You can't show off your popularity if you don't carry the gift in your hand. He put it on the ground temporarily just to get his wand.
"Of course, of course, I still know what just happened. After all, I was the one controlling the tool, which is why I feel a bit aggrieved right now."
"Let's start over, and I'll definitely give you a different... more respectable experience." Ian raised his elder wand, his gaze sweeping over all the werewolves present.
In the end, it fell to the old werewolf Lucas.
"If I remember correctly, you just said that you are a group that has nothing and nothing else to lose? I also remember that I refuted what you said, right?"
He asked with a smile.
"Are you planning to attack us?"
Old werewolf Lucas looked on incredulously. He glanced at the werewolf beside him who was beginning to transform again, and then at the young wizard in front of him who seemed completely oblivious to the world.
"Yes, child, we are people with nothing, so don't expect us to be like the people you usually meet, who lose courage as soon as they hear you mention your family name." Old werewolf Lucas found the scene before him too bizarre and absurd, and he could only attribute it to the fact that pure-blood families are prone to producing mentally unstable offspring through inbreeding.
"Why waste words with him! Arrest him! The escaped traitor will surely come to his rescue!" It was Ryan again. Indeed, he truly deserves to be called a warrior among these werewolves.
All I saw was...
After a roar.
Ryan the werewolf transformed into his werewolf form and rushed toward the little wizard at incredible speed—however, before he even got close, the ground shook violently, causing him to lose his footing and fall to the ground.
"What happened?"
"Was it an earthquake?"
"I feel like the earth is about to crack open!"
……
The shaking, comparable to an 8-magnitude earthquake, threw all the werewolves into a panic. Old werewolf Lucas gripped his wand, but his hands trembled uncontrollably.
"What kind of magic is this...?"
He looked at the young wizard with disbelief and utter terror. Above the shattered earth, Ian had already taken flight, his red cloak standing out vividly against his back.
"Lucas! Lucas! His magic... his magic..." One of the female werewolves, whose eyes seemed to have been magically altered, collapsed to the ground.
Unlike most werewolves who were unaware of what was happening, her modified eyes could clearly see the surging, overwhelming power in this space.
"Jenny! What happened to his magic?"
Old werewolf Lucas's pupils contracted sharply. He instinctively tried to cast a spell, but flames suddenly rose from the wand in his hand. He felt a chill run down his spine when he saw the color of the flames.
That's a mesmerizing blue!
"Damn it! Fiery Blaze!"
Without hesitation, the old werewolf Lucas threw away the wand that had been with him for many years. He watched as the wand turned to ashes on the ground, but no anger rose in his heart.
All that remained was terror, panic, and... a deep sense of fear.
Silent spellcasting!
All of it was done silently!
"What the hell are you?!"
The old werewolf suddenly looked at Ian, who was in mid-air.
And just then...
"I see an insurmountable mountain... Lucas... He... He can kill us all!" The werewolf's voice trembled with terror as she slumped to the ground.
"Yes, yes, that's right, just like I just argued, you still have things to lose..." The little wizard tilted his head, his smile incredibly kind.
"That is what you call hope, and...life."
As he finished speaking...
The shaking earth began to churn, as if a long-dormant giant was being awakened. With a deep and powerful rumble, the soil and rocks on the ground began to tumble and gradually form enormous figures. These figures, made of clay, were several meters tall, their bodies robust and resembling giants.
The werewolves wanted to scatter and flee.
however.
The clay giants moved. They swung their enormous arms, their mountain-like palms slamming down on the werewolves. Those once ferocious werewolves appeared so small and fragile before the clay giants. With a single slap, a werewolf was slammed to the ground, letting out a mournful howl.
Many werewolves were defeated one by one by the clay giants, falling to the ground like leaves swept away by a storm. Even the alpha werewolf, Lucas, was not spared.
Faced with the overwhelming power of the clay giants, even with their repeated transformations, the werewolves were utterly powerless. They could only watch helplessly as these colossal creatures defeated them one by one.
"Of course, I am not a bloodthirsty person. Just as you gave me two choices before, now I am giving you two choices as well: either choose to die with your hopes."
"Or..." Ian slowly landed on the ground, looked around, and whispered to the old werewolf Lucas, who was lying on the ground and being pressed down by the clay giant's big hand.
"Show your value."
His voice slowly echoed through the empty ruins.
Surrounded by countless clay giants.
The little wizard's small stature made him quite conspicuous.
……
Ten minutes later.
"Phew~"
The space shifted.
Lupin sent a message to Albus Dumbledore, but after waiting for a while without receiving a response, he couldn't rest easy. Once his magic had regained some activity, he returned fully armed.
however.
Lupin, who had already prepared for the worst, was still holding his wand with high alert when he saw a scene that made his brain gradually shut down and he couldn't understand what was happening at all.
In the dim, mysterious light, a group of werewolves stood silently in formation, their figures appearing both massive and wretched. These werewolves, once renowned for their strength and ferocity, now bore obvious scars—some missing an arm, some a leg—though their eyes still gleamed with humiliation.
But more than anything, it's a kind of helpless submission.
"What happened?"
Lupin wondered if he had missed the moment when Albus Dumbledore arrived on the battlefield.
however.
Just as he was looking at the figure of the elder headmaster, he was truly shocked to discover that in front of the group of werewolves standing in a line was a small, thin wizard.
"Your Silver Scissor."
"You need to pay me for ten vials of blood."
"Your Silver Scissor."
"You're going to pay me twelve vials of blood. What can I do? You have an extra arm."
……
All I saw was...
Ian is making some kind of deal with the werewolves, holding a syringe.
He seemed to sense Lupin's arrival.
"Look, dear senior, I told you before, Galleons are really useful. Even if there are setbacks sometimes, I can always find a way to use them."
The young wizard held up the money bag in his hand.
It's like showing off.
"..."
Lupin, however, felt even more unable to understand it.
"Where is Headmaster Dumbledore?"
He looked around but couldn't find the figure he was looking for. He only caught a glimpse of Lucas, the old werewolf, sitting in the corner, his face pale and clearly having had a lot of blood drawn.
"Who forced you to donate blood?"
In Lupin's view, buying werewolf blood with silver shico was even more ruthless than the dark wizards of Knockturn Alley, almost equivalent to making werewolves donate blood for free.
He had been very worried about the young wizard's safety.
but.
He now felt some sympathy for the werewolves' plight.
"Who is that boy? He's definitely not from the Dumbledore family!"
Old werewolf Lucas did not answer Lupin's question. Instead, he propped up his head, which was somewhat dizzy from lack of blood, and looked at Lupin with a complex expression that Lupin could not understand.
"Um?"
Lu Ping's confusion and uncertainty became even more pronounced.
"It seems you don't know either."
Old werewolf Lucas read the message on Lupin's face. He sighed and lowered his head, recalling the words of the young man who called himself a Gryffindor.
"This potion will lead you to your... Promised Land."
At this moment.
Old werewolf Lucas felt he was about to have an epiphany.
But I haven't fully grasped it yet.
He was clearly not as smart as the other werewolves imagined.
(End of this chapter)