Hogwarts: Bloodline Legend-Chapter 567 - 164: The Mystery of the Werewolf and Gryffindor (Part 3)

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 same as a refusal.

As a wizard.

How could he voluntarily give up his magic wand?

It’s just like surrendering outright; you need something in your hand that the other party fears to have negotiating power. Giving up the wand means you are at their mercy.

"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 me, 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 memories 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 moment, a lizard made of fire appeared out of nowhere, its surface burning with roaring flames as it opened its bloody mouth and lunged at Lupin.

"That’s quite some skill."

Ian still had time to marvel at this moment. Indeed, for a wandering werewolf, accomplishing a transformation of the Fire-Making Spell without vocalizing was truly rare.

That’s something 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 flames 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. Some werewolves who hadn’t learned much magic immediately panicked and dodged, causing a basketball court-sized area to fall into chaos.

"Roar~ Roar~"

Some 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 became 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 formed.

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 merits in certain aspects.

"This recovery power..."

Ian thought he had discovered a medical miracle.

If some 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 development; drugs that can’t cure diseases but effectively control them are good drugs!

"I have grown mentally again."

In the chaos.

Ian surprisingly had time for enlightenment.

Some werewolves did rush in his direction, and some 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 moment.

Of course.

Not that he couldn’t use any magic. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

"Obstacles everywhere!"

As for some 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’ mentality in the Wizarding World; for the seemingly well-off little wizard, many werewolves’ dark sides surfaced at this moment. Their eyes, under the sunlight, glowed with jealousy and hatred, as if some trait in Ian touched sensitive nerves deep within them.

"They’re bullying me because my magic power is weak at the moment!" Ian helplessly realized, after shaking the Killing Curse multiple times, 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 transformed 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!"