The Wolf is Coming Ch. 31
A blood moon flickered in the clouds.
An ancient-looking village appeared in front of her, with no lights and no people.
Emma didn't know why she was here. She only knew that the dense forest behind her looked more gloomy and terrifying, so she instinctively walked towards the village.
Suddenly, a shrill wolf howl came from the depths of the village, scaring Emma so much that her hair stood on end and she was sweating profusely.
Before she left the village, a small pack of wolves rushed out from the side. The leading wolf was strong and looked three meters long, and the pack of wolves following it didn't look much smaller than it.
Emma was so scared that she almost screamed. She hurriedly tried to take out the wand from her pocket, but found that she had turned into a wolf without knowing when.
Great, at least now she was the same kind as them. Emma comforted herself.
But the next second, she despairingly found that the wolf pack in front of her didn't think so. They surrounded her silently, pairs of green and yellow eyes gradually approached in the darkness, and she could even feel their fishy breath...
"Aahhhh—"
Emma suddenly opened her eyes and found a big cat face right in front of her, "Crookshanks?"
Seeing that she was awake, Crookshanks, who looked like a big orange fur ball, meowed obediently.
Crookshanks had gained a lot of weight recently, and Emma had difficulty breathing with him squatting on her chest. So she moved the fat cat aside, then sat up from the bed and scratched her messy hair.
*plop*
With Emma's movements, a hardcover book slid from the bed to the carpet. It was Gilderoy Lockhart's "Wanderings with Werewolves".
In fact, when Emma first found this book yesterday, she wanted to throw it aside. But then she suddenly remembered that although Lockhart was just a fool, his works were all written by taking over other people's experiences through the Forgetfulness Charm; except for the protagonist, everything written in his book was true.
With this thought in mind, Emma read the book until very late.
She didn't expect that such a real record of werewolves' lived was written by a fool, and she didn't expect that the living environment of werewolves was so cruel. Did the werewolf named Abraham Cromwell also experience these things?
Suddenly, the window glass of Emma's room was knocked. She turned her head and saw Harry's snowy owl, Hedwig, holding a letter and flapping it on the glass with her wings and claws.
Oh, Harry sent a letter.
Emma jumped out of bed and ran barefoot to open the window for Hedwig.
Hedwig dropped a letter, pecked at Emma's hand, then picked up a piece of dried fish from Crookshanks and flew away quickly, making the fat cat so angry that he kept yelling on the windowsill for a long time.
"Stop yelling, Hedwig has already flown far away." Emma rubbed Crookshanks' big head with one hand and opened the envelope with the other hand, "Just eat a few less bites, just think of it as losing weight."
Crookshanks frowned and ruthlessly rejected Emma's stroking, then turned his butt towards her to express his dissatisfaction.
As for Emma... Emma certainly didn't care about it, she was reading Harry's letter.
In the letter, Harry wrote about his unfortunate experience of encountering Dementors in Muggle society, and how he was almost expelled for using an "Expelliarmus" to protect himself, and that the Daily Prophet didn't believe that Voldemort had returned, and many other things. After complaining a lot, Harry said that he missed Hermione and Ron very much and looked forward to meeting them.
Emma had just folded the letter when another owl came with the letter in its mouth.
The letter was from the Weasley family. There were four or five kinds of handwriting mixed on a long piece of parchment. There was Ron's awkward greeting and the taunt that "it turns out that Hermione would also be warned by the Ministry of Magic", Mr. Weasley's serious reminder not to contact Harry casually, and Mrs. Weasley's invitation to visit...
It seemed that the summer vacation would end early.
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*clatter*
A bunch of keys fell into Abraham's hands.
"Young man, treat my house well. I will check it when the rent is due." The middle-aged female landlord, who was slightly fat, nagging a lot of things, walked away slowly holding the handrail of the stairs.
As soon as he got his salary this month, Abraham decisively changed himself to a better place to live. Although the rent of this apartment almost made him a pauper again, he was still in a good mood.
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