The Wolf is Coming Ch. 3

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It was getting dark, and the November wind was howling outside the window. The unclosed window made it sound like an angry beast.

The fire in the middle of the cabin was burning brightly, and the flames rose and fell, licking the cast iron teapot on the stove. A bony hand took a copper pipe and knocked it against the edge of the stove a few times. The sparks fell into the stove and soon merged with the flames.

"You want to go to Hogwarts?" Old Field took a puff of his pipe, then looked at the two young people sitting opposite with turbid eyes, "The Cromwell boy and the little girl from the Maisel... oh, the courage of young people nowadays is really amazing. Since I became a werewolf, I never thought that one day I could go to Hogwarts openly— after all, the access control there is a bit strict."

Old Field was not a native resident of Wilvo Village. Going back 20 years, he was not even a werewolf. Like most wizards in this world, he rejected werewolves. It was just fate that Old Field was bitten by a werewolf in an accident and became a werewolf since then.

Fortunately, he was not a pure-blooded werewolf and had no prejudice against Abraham, so Abraham and Daisy were able to come to his house for help.

"Please, Mr. Field, the Triwizard Tournament is not on a full moon, so they can't find out our identities." Daisy's blue eyes were full of expectations. "Hogwarts is rarely open to the public during the tournament. We just need you to take us into Hogwarts. You were a wizard before, weren't you?"

"But I'm a werewolf now." Old Field took a deep puff of his pipe and then slowly exhaled a cloud of smoke.

"Although I don't know if any wizards know about you, I think that after twenty years, you shouldn't attract their attention." Abraham said.

"Yes, yes." Daisy immediately replied, "There are so many wizards watching the game, how can it be so easy to be discovered? At worst... even if we are discovered, we can run away!"

A little girl who knew nothing about the world. Old Field couldn't help shaking his head in his heart.

"If you are worried that we will cause you trouble, then we can swear." Abraham thought for a while and said seriously, "After leaving Wilvo, we will follow your arrangements. If we get into trouble, we will definitely not drag you down."

Old Field took a deep puff of cigarette, neither agreeing nor refusing immediately, just listening to the two people's persuasion and assurance, and he actually laughed while listening.

After all, they were young people, so energetic.

"Forget it, if you want to go, then go. It just so happens that I haven't been outside the village for many years."

The full moon day came earlier than the Triwizard Tournament.

Although the full moon had not risen yet, the entire Wilvo was already in a state of restlessness; for werewolves, their carnival was about to come. It might be a bit exaggerated to say that it was the entire of Wilvo. After all, those who were still conscious after turning into wolves were pure-blooded werewolves. As for those who were transformed into werewolves because of being bitten, they probably didn't know what they were doing on the full moon night.

Most of the werewolves celebrated in a simple and rough way; moonlight, alcohol, strength, that's all. So when the night was about to fall, the tavern in Wilvo was crowded with people.

The raised glasses collided with each other, and the yellow beer splashed on the ground, the bar, and even on the clothes of the werewolves. But no one cared about these. They drank, played finger-guessing games, and showed off their muscles. Both men and women did so. They screamed and laughed loudly, just waiting for the moment when the full moon rose from the horizon.

"A glass of butterbeer!" A burly man squeezed to the front of the bar and casually slapped a few silver Sickles on the table.

Daisy collected the money and gave the change skillfully, and then pushed a large glass of butter beer with thick white foam in front of the big man.

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