#140 - Chapter 140 Come on Fudge, shake hands with the werewolf

At this moment, the hall had undergone a complete transformation. Through some unknown magic, the ceiling gradually disappeared, revealing the night sky outside.

At the very center of the stage stood a massive alchemical iron cage, reinforced with alchemical chains as a secondary safeguard.

Old Pete approached the iron cage, first removing his work clothes from the Woof Herb Garden, carefully folding them and placing them neatly on the ground.

Wearing only a vest, he stepped into the iron cage and expertly used the alchemical chains to securely lock his legs and waist.

Then, through the bars of the cage, he took the Wolfsbane Potion from Damocles and, tilting his head back, drank it in one gulp.

The Aurors responsible for security gripped their wands tightly, surrounding the stage.

They warily watched Old Pete inside the iron cage, afraid he might break free and attack someone.

After all, the wizards present today were all wealthy and influential, and they couldn't afford even the slightest mishap.

Seeing the Aurors acting as if facing a great enemy, Old Pete smiled and calmly sat down on the ground.

Only when he looked at Damocles and Sebastian did his eyes reveal a hint of gratitude.

"Hey, this werewolf has some guts. He's not intimidated at all being watched by so many people, acting as calm as if he were in his own living room."

"I think so too. Sitting in that cage, he looks more comfortable than I do."

"That shows he trusts Damocles, trusts the Wolfsbane Potion."

"Quiet, quiet, the moon is about to rise. Watch closely, werewolf transformations aren't a common sight."

Amidst the murmurs of the crowd, time flew by.

The instant the moon rose, Old Pete's body began to tremble violently, as if enduring intense pain.

His bones creaked and groaned, and his body rapidly elongated, gradually becoming taller.

Along with the lengthening of his body, his skin began to change. Black fur surged forth like a tide, quickly covering his entire body.

His nails became sharp and slender, as sharp as blades, and his hands and feet also began to transform, becoming powerful claws.

Under the gazes of the crowd, some surprised, some disgusted, his face twisted and deformed, his nose and mouth gradually lengthening into a ferocious wolf's head.

Sharp teeth protruded from his mouth, gleaming with a cold light, appearing exceptionally terrifying.

After the complete transformation, Old Pete felt somewhat overwhelmed by the gazes of the crowd. He was reluctant to let others see his ugly appearance.

However, after only a slight hesitation, he straightened his chest again and generously displayed himself to the audience.

The reporters' flashes went off non-stop, frantically recording Old Pete's transformation process.

Some curious reporters tried to step onto the stage to photograph the werewolf up close, but they were all stopped by the Aurors.

Not only were the reporters curious, but the wizards present also craned their necks, widened their eyes, and tried to observe every detail of the werewolf's transformation.

Many wizards even took out magical cameras, filming everything before them like reporters.

Looking at Old Pete's calm appearance, many wizards were extremely disappointed. This performance was far from the ferocious werewolf they had imagined.

"Is this a werewolf? Looks ordinary, doesn't seem like a big deal."

"Yeah, other than looking like a wolf, there's nothing special about it."

"Doesn't look that scary. I don't know why there are werewolf attacks every year. Looking like that, I feel like I could take on ten of them!"

"Wasn't it said that there would be a signature howl after the transformation? Why isn't he howling?"

"Enough, these are wizards, not wolves. Show some respect!"

The wizards present started arguing, expressing their opinions.

Listening to the noise of the crowd, Snape curled his lip in disdain.

Are these guys' brains filled with gillyweed!

Ordinary, nothing special…

The wizards who said such things probably have brains inferior to trolls.

Snape glanced at the Ministry of Magic official who was clamoring about taking on ten, his contempt overflowing.

Take on ten?

Why not just go to heaven!

Does he even know the weight of a XXXXX-level magical creature?

Creatures of this level, whether in speed, strength, or magical resistance, are all top-notch.

Ordinary spells would be directly deflected, having no effect whatsoever.

Once a werewolf gets close, the wizards' fragile bodies simply can't withstand the violent werewolf.

Didn't you see the Aurors acting as if facing a great enemy!

The werewolf is able to maintain reason and remain quiet now entirely thanks to the Wolfsbane Potion.

Really want to see this idiot face a transformed werewolf alone, one-on-one.

By then, if he can even survive, it's only because the werewolf doesn't want to bite him and lower his own intelligence.

Speaking of which, how did this idiot even graduate?

For allowing such an idiot to graduate, the professors of Hogwarts, every single one of them, are all to blame.

It seems that I still need to be stricter with the students, so as not to teach such idiots who will embarrass me in society.

Unlike Snape's contempt, Old Pete, transformed into a werewolf, sat in the cage with a calm and collected appearance.

So what if there's criticism? I've long been used to it.

However, thinking of his task tonight, Old Pete decided to say a few words to prove that he was currently no threat.

"Hello, everyone," Old Pete said neither haughtily nor humbly, "I am Old Pete, an employee of the Woof Herb Garden."

"I want to prove that after drinking Wolfsbane Potion, werewolves can maintain their sanity and will not threaten the safety of those around them."

Hearing Old Pete's words, the wizards present immediately clamored.

"Merlin, the werewolf is talking, did you hear that, he's talking!"

"This is really rare. According to records, werewolves only howl meaninglessly after transforming. I've never heard of any werewolf talking."

"Wolfsbane Potion is something else. It seems that tonight's press conference is a success."

Amidst the uproar of the crowd, Headmaster Boton, sitting in the first row, stood up directly and came to the iron cage.

Ignoring the Aurors' obstruction, he cordially chatted with Old Pete, inquiring about his various conditions.

After obtaining Old Pete's consent, he also took out his wand and kept tapping the werewolf's body, verifying some things with magic.

The reporters could no longer hold back, breaking through the Aurors' obstruction and coming to the iron cage, carefully filming.

Big news!

This is really big news!

Must record it well.

Dumbledore carefully examined Old Pete's condition, listening attentively to his conversation with Headmaster Boton.

After a long while, he showed a satisfied smile: "It seems that Damocles' Wolfsbane Potion is very perfect."

"The werewolf's sanity has been very well preserved. Not only is his speech clear, but his thinking logic is also very clear."

"Congratulations, Fudge," Dumbledore looked at Fudge beside him, "Today's press conference is a great success."

"Yes, I think so too!" Fudge nodded with satisfaction, smiling like a flower.

This is all his achievement. From today onwards, his resume will have another significant mark.

Moreover, that werewolf is extremely honest, as docile as a dog.

This is great!

From now on, the threat of werewolves will be much smaller!

This is all thanks to his leadership as Minister of Magic!

Just as Fudge was complacent, he saw Dumbledore stand up and smile invitingly at him.

"Fudge, come on stage together."

"Shake hands with the werewolf..."

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