Hogwarts on the Tip of the Tongue

　　Armenia, deep in the forest, the werewolf colony.

　　 The undercurrent of the outside world did not affect this quiet forest glade in the slightest.

　　Gidro Lockhart sat on the steps of the wooden house, with a relaxed expression, patiently cleaning the dirt on his robes.

　　 Behind him, in the woodlands on both sides, and even in the path in front of him, dozens of werewolves looked at the young wizard with different expressions.

　　 There are at most ten minutes, and the night of the full moon is coming.

　　 When the moon rises to the highest point, the beast hidden in their bodies will rush out, swallowing the sanity of all of them, and temporarily turning them into a bloodthirsty, aggressive, and eager to attack human beasts.

　　 "Do you really want to die? Get away, the werewolf is not the knife you use to kill yourself!"

　　 Antilicia McIntosh frowned heavily, and looked at the guy who was sticking to the steps like gum.

　　 "Or...you want to threaten us? Do you think we really dare not directly kill you bastard?!"

Before proposing the "kidnapping plan", they had envisaged various emergencies, prepared a large number of manpower and equipment for this, and specially listened to the recent predicament of the Aurors of the surrounding Ministry of Magic, but they did not expect it to happen. Today this kind of "hostage" is dependent on not leaving.

　　 Aghashiyan must have a memory of "restoring the humanoid curse" in his mind-McIntosh and others are quite convinced of this now.

　　 Otherwise, Guidro Lockhart would not want to monopolize the market, and openly in front of a bunch of werewolves to directly erase the memory of the old wizard.

　　 Maybe Romulus and others didn't understand magic, but they could repeat everything they heard.

　　 Although it sounds a bit vague when retelling "One Forgotten", it is enough to make Mackintosh and other werewolf wizards make a judgment:

　　Gidro Lockhart, this **** bastard!

　　 Just like a few years ago, he once again cast the Forgetting Curse on Agha Hasyan!

　　 In the eyes of Antilicia McIntosh and others, Guidro Lockhart is obviously planning to raise the price.

　　 This guy insisted that they would not give up the hope of restoring the werewolves, so after several rounds of torture and torture, it was now his turn to "torture" and "threat" them.

　　 The most shocking and admirable thing is that he is now using his own life as a bargaining chip.

　　 When the heart-drilling curse and death threats all lost their effect, time became the line of fire that forced the werewolves to give in.

　　 Regardless of whether what this guy said is true or false, if he died here tonight, then everything would be gone.

　　 Time went by little by little, Antilicia McIntosh and others exchanged a helpless look.

　　 "Damn! You won! Lockhart!"

　　 Antilicia McIntosh took a deep breath and said in a deep voice.

"Let’s say, what do you want us to do—how do you want to disappear from our eyes completely before the **** moon rises?! If you want to cast a heart-piercing spell on me, just come, don’t delay Time! But gold or something, we really don’t have it now!"

　　 Maybe Guidro Lockhart doesn't have the memory of that "magic magic" in his mind, but these are not important at the moment.

　　 Since becoming werewolves, they have been looking for a way to return to humans for too long, too long. Disappointment has long become a habit.

　　 But I think so. Before hope is completely shattered, no one dares to bet that one in ten thousand "lucky" missed it.

　　At this terrible juncture, Guidro Lockhart stepped on their death hole.

　　All hope and negotiation must wait until dawn tomorrow.

　　 As for confession, even if he accepts ten times a hundred times of revenge, Antilicia McIntosh doesn't care.

　　 Werewolves have no dignity, they just want to live again...as human beings.

　　Gidro Lockhart stood up. He looked around the werewolves around him, his voice was steady and clear, without the slightest timidity or anger.

　　 "I know, you haven't completely believed me until now. This is just an unproven legend."

　　 "Frankly speaking, when I first discovered that there were more than 20 werewolves, I thought about defeating you. When I found out that you had so many werewolf wizards, I wanted to send out a signal for help and try to get out of here alive."

　　 "But when I found out that nearly a hundred werewolves might have gathered here, I suddenly didn't plan to leave like this—"

　　 His words sound a bit illogical, and full of a certain arrogant confidence.

　　 However, the werewolves around did not interrupt him, because Lockhart took his wand seriously for the first time tonight.

　　 Antilicia McIntosh exchanged a confused look, and the werewolves around were also confused, looking at Lockhart quietly.

　　 Lockhart raised his hand, fumbled a few times in his arms, took out a shiny silver metal piece, and solemnly pinned it to his chest.

　　 Under the not-so-bright lights in the forest hut, people can barely see what it looks like.

　　 That is a very strange emblem.

　　No one in the room has seen such a weird and special pattern.

　　 [Three arrows pointing inward through the ring, and an outer ring that wraps them. Just below the emblem, there are three letters branded]

Lockhart continued: "Humans have reproduced for more than 250,000 years, but only the last 4,000 years are meaningful. So, what are we doing for nearly 250,000 years? We are hiding in caves, sitting in small By the campfire, we fear, worship, and hate things we don’t understand--those about how the sun rises, those monsters with human heads and birds, those living stones..."

"Later, magic appeared. The number of things that humans didn't understand was decreasing, and our number was increasing. When we fear fewer and fewer things, we begin to look at the world more rationally. However, there is no unsolvable confusion. Disappear, for example—werewolf."

　　 "Humans can never become exactly the same individual-no two people are exactly the same."

　　 "Muggles, wizards, men, women, these are more obvious classifications."

　　 "And the werewolves are just a special group of sick patients."

"If human civilization abandons exploration and salvation and chooses to treat you as'monsters', then the same estrangement and conflict will sooner or later occur in other classifications of human society. Muggles and wizards may be first, then men and women... …"

　　 "A few centuries ago, a terrible war broke out between the non-magical world and the magical world, which almost turned the whole of Europe into death."

　　 "In order to prevent the tragedy from happening again, someone must guard the most basic hope in the shadows and fight for it."

　　 "Since you haven't given up your hope yet, and still regard yourself as human beings, then--"

　　 Guidro Lockhart raised his finger, tapped the Foundation emblem on his chest lightly, and said softly.

"I, Guidro Lockhart, the head of the black wizard, one of the O5 members of the Foundation. I have an obligation and responsibility to save you all. I said, I didn’t come here to seek death, I am To save you."

　　 His words sounded inexplicably passionate, but at this moment, some voices rang abruptly.

　　 Someone made a cold, mocking laugh.

　　 "Oh, the author's fantasy..."

　　 Among the werewolf wizards standing in the hut, several people sneered disdainfully.

　　 "What's wrong, listening to you, it seems that someone will come to rescue you? Where is it? Are you lost?"

Even Antilicia Mackintosh flashed disappointment in her heart, because she suddenly felt that this young man who wrote the book might really have an abnormal brain, and he might not be a liar—he is a confuse between reality and fiction. It's just a lunatic of fantasy boundaries.

　　What foundation, what black wizard...

　　 For decades, she has never heard of such an organization.

　　 "Of course you fantasize something, but what you said is not all wrong—"

　　 But ~www.readwn.com~ Surprisingly, Guidro Lockhart did not refute their ridicule, but laughed instead.

　　 Lockhart raised his hand and exploded a bunch of pure white magic fireworks into the sky.

　　 He suddenly remembered something, if the "rescuer" was the "Miss Fool".

　　Probably, maybe if you really get lost. I hope this signal is too late...

　　 Of course there is another possibility...

　　 After launching magical fireworks into the sky, Lockhart shrugged and sat down again.

"If no one comes over after tonight, then... the stories I just told may indeed be just a beautiful fantasy story—or, Gilderro Lockhart shouldn’t have lived tonight, after all, magic And miracles, you also have to pay—"

　　 "By the way, there are still a few hours, it is my twenty-ninth birthday."

　　 Lockhart turned his head, looked at the werewolf wizards behind, and grinned.

　　 "If you really want to compensate me, then help me sing a few birthday songs in advance?"

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