The Wolf is Coming Ch. 8
Abraham opened his mouth, but before he could think of how to explain, he heard the warning from Old Field in a low voice, "Cromwell boy, don't cause trouble when you come to Hogwarts, you promised me before."
"Sorry, Mr. Field." Abraham pulled the hood of his cloak down a little bit, trying to cover his eye-catching silver hair, and looked back at the brown-haired girl who was at a loss in the stands, and then followed old Field and the others to leave.
On the way back, Abraham was still thinking about the game just now.
When Krum rescued a girl from the Black Lake, he subconsciously focused all his attention on her, and then dug out the girl's name from his messy memory— Hermione Granger.
For some reason, Hermione's reaction after being rescued seemed to be a little different from what he remembered, but Abraham couldn't tell exactly where it was different.
While thinking, Abraham and his party had already reached the end of a narrow alley in Hogsmeade.
Old Field took out a wand and tapped a few times on a dilapidated iron trash can in the corner. The trash can immediately trembled, almost shaking off its rusty lid, and then moved to the side little by little, revealing a red brick wall behind it.
"Let's go, hurry up, I don't want to expose my last Portkey." Old Field muttered as he walked forward, and "swish" passed through the seemingly solid but actually non-existent brick wall, and Daisy hurriedly followed.
Watching the two figures disappear behind the wall one after another, Abraham looked back at Hogsmeade in the twilight and followed through.
The orange sunset illuminated the alley with a dim color. The old metal trash can opened and closed its shaky lid as if yawning, and then moved back to its original place little by little.
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After a dizzying moment, Abraham and his party, holding the Portkey, finally returned to Old Field's cabin.
It was definitely not a comfortable thing to be instantly transferred from Hogwarts to Wilvo, a place on the edge of the wizarding world. Daisy and Old Field were fine, but Abraham fell on the wool carpet in the house as soon as he came back, and it took him a long time to get out of the dizziness.
"Hey, Cromwell boy," Old Field poured himself a cup of tea that had already cooled, and glanced at Abraham who was sitting on the ground, "your existence really refreshed my understanding of werewolves. You know, before this, all the pure-blooded werewolves in my impression were strong and fierce characters, just like the one who bit me that year."
Abraham smiled indifferently, but Daisy seemed a little emotional, "Mr. Field!"
"Tsk tsk tsk, it seems that I can't say bad things about you, otherwise someone may fight me to death." Old Field teased.
Hearing this, Daisy blushed, stamped her feet and ran away.
"It turns out that werewolves can also show shyness," Old Field waved his wand to rekindle the fire in the hut, "Actually, this also surprised me."
Abraham didn't say anything. He silently got up from the ground, and his champagne-colored eyes looked at Old Field with burning eyes-to be precise, he was looking at the wand in Old Field's hand.
In Wilvo, there are actually very few werewolves who could own a wand and used it to cast spells. Because from a certain perspective, werewolves were actually a kind of large-scale lethal weapon. Their fangs, claws, and agility make many wizards feel afraid. If they want to attack someone, most werewolves' first reaction was definitely to pounce on the other party and bite them, rather than raising their wands. Therefore, the wands that were very common in the wizarding world were definitely rare in Wilvo.
Affected by the environment of Wilvo, Abraham originally held an indifferent attitude towards wands. But with the revival of his memories of his previous life, he saw the war-torn future of the wizarding world.
He needed a power that could allow him to escape from the war.
Thinking of this, Abraham also asked Old Field to learn magic, but Old Field refused without thinking.
"Oh, Merlin, what did I hear? A werewolf actually wants to learn magic! I have already done my best by agreeing to take you to Hogwarts. I don't think I have the obligation to teach a werewolf magic!" Old Field said irritably, and then directly drove Abraham out.
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