The Wolf is Coming Ch. 37

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Emma made an appointment with Ginny to go to Diagon Alley to buy textbooks for the new semester.

Ginny finally had a chance to buy new textbooks because she had chosen a course that her brothers had never chosen, so she kept chattering with Emma along the way, and her happiness was beyond words. Influenced by Ginny, Emma was in a very good mood.

It was at this time that the big black eagle or the big black eagle suddenly "made trouble".

Before Emma could figure out why the witch behind her screamed, her scalp suddenly hurt, as if someone had pulled out several strands of her hair, so she also cried out in pain. When she looked up, she saw the figure of the black bird flying low, with something familiar and shiny hanging on its claws.

Emma subconsciously touched her messy hair, and finally confirmed that the thing hanging on the bird's claws was actually her hairpin.

Being bullied by a bird in public, it was impossible not to be angry. So Emma almost immediately drew out her wand and wanted to teach this "troublemaker" a lesson.

Unfortunately, the culprit always flew low over everyone's heads, and Emma was really not sure if she would hurt others by mistake. After aiming several times without success, her temper also came up, and she stuffed the book in her arms into Ginny's hands and chased after it directly.

However, when Emma finally realized where she had chased, the passion that had just been ignited quickly cooled down; she accidentally broke into Knockturn Alley.

From a certain perspective, Knockturn Alley in the wizarding society was equivalent to the black street in the Muggle society. Although rushing in rashly did not necessarily get hurt, the risk factor still existed.

She shouldn't have chased the bird directly just now. It's just a small hairpin. It's really not worth putting herself in danger for such a thing. Emma was annoyed in her heart.

Compared to the bustling Diagon Alley, Knockturn Alley could be described as deserted. If the alley hadn't turned a corner in front, Emma felt that she would be able to see the end of the alley at a glance.

Of course, the desertedness of Knockturn Alley was only on the surface. Emma could fully feel that there were many pairs of eyes looking at her unscrupulously from every corner, either with inquiry or with ill intentions. This realization made Emma feel creepy.

There seemed to be someone following her not far away, and she didn't know whether it was an enemy or a friend. She stopped, and the subtle movement behind her also stopped. So she quietly tightened the wand in her sleeve, while observing the surrounding environment quietly, thinking about what spells she could use to protect herself.

The Dark Arts shop only a few steps away from her was open at the moment. The owner hung an old skull as a decoration at the door of the store. The empty holes in the eyes were facing Emma, reminding her of the horror movies she had watched before.

The more she thought about it, the more nervous and scared Emma became.

But at this moment, two people came towards them from the other end of the alley, talking in low voices. Their dark robes wrapped from head to toe, rustling as they strode forward.

Abraham didn't know why he had chased her out. It seemed too ungentlemanly to leave Daisy in the café. But when he finally realized this, he was already standing at the entrance of Knockturn Alley.

But since he had already chased her out, Abraham didn't plan to go back immediately.

Through the recent contacts, he felt that the Hermione Granger he saw was much more vivid than the one in the film and television works; at least compared with the image of "Miss Know-it-all" in his impression, she was less nerdy and more lively, willful and steady.

Abraham walked slowly towards the depths of Knockturn Alley, and saw the little girl not far ahead seemed to have finally discovered where this place was. She began to be alert, like a cat whose fur stood up because of the danger. Then, he also noticed the people coming from the other end of the alley. To be more precise, he noticed the eyes of one of them.

Those were a pair of green eyes, narrow and deep, hidden under the black hood and faintly glowing.

Abraham was very familiar with such eyes. In countless full moon nights in the past, he was surrounded by many such eyes, and gradually realized the cruelty of this society— these were the eyes of werewolves.

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