The Wolf is Coming Ch. 12
"Not to mention you. I haven't met him many times." Abraham drank the last bit of coffee in the cup as if he didn't notice Lupin's little move. "The chief left the village almost a few days before you moved in. Well... actually, he doesn't seem to have lived in Wilvo for a long time recently. I guess the chief is going to do something big."
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After the invitation for that cup of coffee, Lupin and Abraham gradually became familiar with each other.
Abraham often invited Lupin to taste his cooking skills together. Although it was still meat, after seeing the special dish of medium-rare steak with blood plasma full of Wilvo flavor, the golden grilled fish with crispy bones was simply a delicacy.
Lupin would also generously share his subscription to the Daily Prophet with Abraham, letting him know what was happening outside of Wilvo— this thin young man had no interest in the military competition in Wilvo, on the contrary, he was full of yearning and expectation for the outside world. From the few words he accidentally revealed, Lupin could always detect such emotions.
Just like now, Abraham was holding the latest issue of the Daily Prophet, sitting on the ground under the old beech tree in front of the door. He was just flipping through it quietly, but his eyes seemed to be shining.
It was spring, and the bright sunshine passed through the branches, casting a layer of shiny halo on the young man's silver hair. Several tits chirped happily on the treetops, and suddenly one of them flapped its wings and landed on the grass under the tree, and then the rest of them followed and flew down the treetops.
They chirped at Abraham's feet, and one brave one even jumped onto the young man's shoulder, but he didn't care.
The years were peaceful.
Lupin saw this scene as soon as he stepped out of the house.
However, the next second, all the tits flew away as if they were frightened.
"Uh... maybe it's because my footsteps were a bit loud?" Lupin explained dryly when he met Abraham's gaze.
"It's nothing. They are very timid animals."
So Lupin also walked under the beech tree and sat on the ground like Abraham, "Did anything big happen today?"
"If it's a big event, does the Triwizard Tournament count? Many people are guessing who will be the champion in the end, and the stakes have even been increased to a full 3,000 gold galleons." Abraham flipped through the newspaper and found the part about the Triwizard Tournament. "Several champions are very popular. Some people have written a long story of tens of thousands of words to tell their love, hatred and vengeance."
In the middle of the newspaper was a photo of the Christmas ball. The four champions danced in the middle of the dancefloor with their respective partners. It looked like an old black-and-white silent film.
"The pictures in the newspaper can move. Is there a spell on the newspaper? Or is it because the photo was taken with a magic tool?" The look Abraham gave Lupin made those curious little wizards in Hogwarts.
"All of them." Lupin took the newspaper from Abraham and stroked the rolled corner habitually. "You actually know the daily magic of wizards. I thought that the werewolves of Wilvo only knew offensive magic at most."
"You are right. Everyone is very aggressive. I heard that—" Abraham lowered his voice slightly, pretending to be mysterious, "The leader's wand has only shot three kinds of spells. The wizards outside usually call them the three unforgivable curses."
Hearing this, a look of astonishment flashed across Lupin's face. He couldn't help but tighten the wand in his sleeve. After a long while, he said vaguely, "Oh, this is really..."
"You really don't know how to enjoy life, right?" Abraham casually added, "Magic can obviously make many things in daily life much more convenient, why not use it? If I know magic, I will immediately shrink my luggage and put it in my pocket, and then travel around the world."
Abraham's thoughts jumped too fast, and Lupin didn't know how to take over the topic for a while. However, before he could figure out how to phrase it, Abraham had already set his sights on him.
"Hey, Remus, didn't you live with human wizards before? You should be good at magic, right?" Abraham looked around quietly and asked in a low voice, "If I want to ask you about spells, will you agree?"
The warm spring breeze blew across his face, passing through the green leaves on the branches and the feathers of the tit birds, and the mottled shadows on the ground also swayed. The thin young man in front of him looked expectant, and his champagne-colored eyes seemed to be filled with stars.
Perhaps it was because Abraham gave people a too harmless feeling, and somehow, Lupin agreed.
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