Chapter 567: Chapter 164: The Mystery of the Werewolf and Gryffindor (Part 3)
"If you can find another choice that convinces us, that’s fine, but first you must hand over your magic wand. We all know that your magic power is indeed quite strong," Old Werewolf Lucas didn’t directly refuse, but his words to Lupin were essentially the sa as a refusal.
As a wizard.
How could he voluntarily give up his magic wand?
It’s just like surrendering outright; you need sothing in your hand that the other party fears to have negotiating power. Giving up the wand ans you are at their rcy.
"You know that’s impossible. The wand is a wizard’s lifeline." Lupin didn’t think he could gamble on this. The reputation of werewolves wasn’t much better than that of the Pure-blood Clan.
"Then there’s nothing to talk about. Well, lucky for , I’m not good at negotiating either." Old Werewolf Lucas also showed his attitude through actions, pulling his magic wand out of his ragged robe.
"I will make you both lose your mories of today, and you, my compatriot, will lose the help I gave you. I will take back the Spirit Awakening Potion I just gave you."
Speaking.
Old Werewolf Lucas’s wand gently touched the air, and in the next mont, a lizard made of fire appeared out of nowhere, its surface burning with roaring flas as it opened its bloody mouth and lunged at Lupin.
"That’s quite so skill."
Ian still had ti to marvel at this mont. Indeed, for a wandering werewolf, accomplishing a transformation of the Fire-Making Spell without vocalizing was truly rare.
That’s sothing many excellent Hogwarts graduates can’t do—like Lupin.
"Thunderous Explosion!"
Lupin could only use the spell-enhanced Explosive Curse to counter, and the two flas of magic collided in the air, resulting in a violent explosion and a simultaneous roar the next instant.
The precarious walls around, amidst the fierce magical confrontation, instantly turned into a ruin of rubble, with stones and bricks blasted into the sky one after another.
Subsequently.
They fell from the sky like raindrops. So werewolves who hadn’t learned much magic imdiately panicked and dodged, causing a basketball court-sized area to fall into chaos.
"Roar~ Roar~"
So werewolves, stimulated, chose to transform on the spot, accompanied by roaring; these werewolves suddenly had blood-red eyes, and patches of fur grew all over them.
Even their bodies beca much more burly—the enhanced physique allowed them to withstand the falling bricks, and the pain intensified the anger in their eyes.
Even though they remained mortal, their bodies were still cut by sharp debris, yet their recovery ability was astonishing, with wounds starting to heal as soon as they ford.
Of course.
The visible recovery speed couldn’t match Deadpool or Wolverine, but the latter two don’t exist, at least not as individuals in this world.
While werewolves are real and abundant creatures in this world, the virus infecting them has its rits in certain aspects.
"This recovery power..."
Ian thought he had discovered a dical miracle.
If so werewolves could be kept, and the infection problem resolved, wouldn’t this world have endless kidneys and blood?
Indeed!
Old Werewolf Lucas was right! A good businessman would strategize for sustainable developnt; drugs that can’t cure diseases but effectively control them are good drugs!
"I have grown ntally again."
In the chaos.
Ian surprisingly had ti for enlightennt.
So werewolves did rush in his direction, and so werewolf wizards’ magic shot at him, but he dodged with agile serpentine maneuvers.
Being used to seeing storms and waves, the little wizard handled the situation skillfully. He didn’t even pull out his magic wand, as it was more of a decorative item in his hand at the mont.
Of course.
Not that he couldn’t use any magic.
"Obstacles everywhere!"
As for so werewolves he couldn’t dodge, he would use magic to create obstacles to block those trying to catch or infect him.
"Don’t kill anyone!"
Old Werewolf Lucas’s words barely reached any werewolf’s ears.
He clearly couldn’t control the situation anymore.
Though the Spirit Awakening Potion allows werewolves to maintain reason after transformation, most werewolves have an anger in their hearts that reason can’t suppress, and dissatisfaction with the world.
This might be a kind of ’hate-the-rich’ ntality in the Wizarding World; for the seemingly well-off little wizard, many werewolves’ dark sides surfaced at this mont. Their eyes, under the sunlight, glowed with jealousy and hatred, as if so trait in Ian touched sensitive nerves deep within them.
"They’re bullying
because my magic power is weak at the mont!" Ian helplessly realized, after shaking the Killing Curse multiple tis, he couldn’t cast it out, perhaps because he was granted pitifully little magic power.
Hmm.
It might also be the ’delay’ in remotely controlling this transford body? Either way, Ian tried to unleash Fiery Fire, but only a small spark flickered from his wand’s tip.
"This guy is a weakling!"
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