Chapter 115 I am a werewolf

When Harry arrived at the farm, he was immediately surrounded by everyone, and Steven also enthusiastically prepared a sumptuous dinner.

"So, what happened?"

After dinner, Theo asked.

Holding a glass of pumpkin juice, Harry told what happened to him - at the beginning of the summer vacation, the Dursleys took away all his magic-related things.

But at that time, he could at least move freely until he met a house elf who called himself "Dobby".

"He said that something terrible would happen at Hogwarts and he wouldn't let me go back."

Harry said in surprise, and he still felt that day was absurd until now.

"He said he wanted to protect me, and for this he not only intercepted the letters you sent to me, but also used the Levitation Charm to overturn the dinner prepared by Aunt Petunia for the guests and messed up Uncle Vernon's business."

Under the concerned and nervous eyes of Hermione and others, Harry tried to express this matter in a relaxed tone.

"Then I received a warning from the Ministry of Magic and was locked up... well, until Wade and Mr. Lupin came to rescue me."

"That's weird." Theo frowned: "Without the master's order, house elves should not act on their own and cannot use magic."

"Who could have done this?" Hermione looked around and asked.

"It must be Malfoy!" Harry said: "He hates me."

The few people discussed the various evil deeds of Malfoy and his son for a while, and Michael noticed that Wade had not expressed his opinion.

When everyone started yawning, Wade said: "Go to bed. The farm has been set up with a spell, and house elves cannot enter without permission."

Harry nodded, and he gradually began to agree with everyone's statement-Dobby was sent by Malfoy to tease him, and it would be stupid to take his words seriously.

Everyone went back to their bedrooms, and Michael stayed behind.

"Wade." He asked: "Are you still thinking about the warning from the house elf?"

"What do you think?" Wade asked.

Michael thought for a while before saying, "I don't have a house elf at home, but I've heard from my father that... According to the nature of this creature, all actions should be driven by the owner."

"But..." Michael changed the subject and said, "I think that nothing is absolute for anything that has its own thoughts."

"Although it is rare for a house elf to betray or even murder its owner, it is not unheard of."

"But there is nothing to worry about." Michael said naturally, "There is still Dumbledore!"

At this time, Michael's admiration for Dumbledore can be said to have reached its peak.

Although he didn't say it, he was worried for most of the last year, worried that the mysterious man would kill students at some point.

But later results proved that the demon king who once created a terrifying cloud for the British Isles was just a chess piece on Dumbledore's chessboard.

What could be more terrifying than the mysterious man?

"Yes." Wade nodded: "I hope Hogwarts will be safe this year."

Michael went to bed, and before going upstairs, he looked back.

Wade sat by the window flipping through a newspaper, with a flickering candlelight beside him. The silvery moonlight sprinkled on his body, as if he was wearing a coat.

An owl flew across the night sky.

Wade's eyes were fixed on an advertisement in the newspaper -

[Gilderoy Lockhart will sign and sell his autobiography - "The Magic Me" in Diagon Alley]

...

In the bedroom, although Harry was already very sleepy, he still opened the long-lost friend's book.

This one connected him, Ron and Hermione.

Harry didn't receive any blessings on his birthday, and he thought he had been forgotten by his friends, and he was extremely depressed.

But after Dobby appeared, Harry knew that they had actually sent him gifts, but they were intercepted by the hateful house elves, and he naturally regained his confidence.

Hermione was at Graling Farm, and Harry felt that he should also report safety to Ron, letting him know that it was not that he didn't want to contact them, but that he had no choice.

He just said hello in the friend's book, and Ron's messages popped up one after another.

[Ron: Thank you Merlin, you're still alive! ]

[Ron: Why haven't you replied to my messages? I invited you twelve times, and Dad said you used magic in front of Muggles and received a warning from the Ministry of Magic...]

[Ron: Are you okay? I'm going to steal my dad's car to pick you up, and Fred and George will come with you. ]

His handwriting was sloppy and he wrote very quickly. Every time Harry wanted to reply, Ron's next sentence would appear on the parchment.

He was startled when he saw the last sentence, and hurriedly replied:

[Harry: No need. ]

[Harry: I've left the Dursleys. ]

[Ron: What happened? ]

Harry then had time to explain to him slowly, and told Ron everyone's guesses.

Suddenly, he heard a few "bangs" on the bedroom window, and when he looked up, Hedwig was outside the window, staring at him seriously.

Harry opened the window, and Hedwig walked in, then put a fresh dead mouse on the table and pushed it towards the owner with her paw.

"For me?"

Harry didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Thank you, good girl... But I don't eat mice, you can eat it yourself..."

...

Life at Graling Farm is very interesting.

Everyone followed Steven and learned to take care of the cruppies, rescue the fairies entangled by vines, and go to the lake to watch the sea monster with a horse head and a fish tail leisurely playing in the water with its foal.

They stepped on the dew in the early morning to collect the feces of the moon beast, exchanged food with the juice of the tentacles of the Mortra mice, and put chicken and fresh fish near the cave of the cat in the evening.

"It usually hunts by itself, but now it is lactating." Steven explained to them: "If there is not enough food, it may abandon one or two skinny cubs."

The little wizards can occasionally pick up some feathers dropped by the soundless bird from the grass, which is the raw material for making truth serum and memory potion, and can be sold for a lot of money. Steven generously said that they can take away anything they picked up.

In the afternoon, when they had nothing to do, they did their homework and practiced spells in the living room, and sometimes flew a circle over the farm on a broom.

A few days passed in a flash, and the little wizards went home through the Floo Network. Lupin also prepared a new house and took Harry away.

Before that, he confessed one thing: "Harry, Wade, I... I am a werewolf."

He didn't want to tell anyone about this, but after thinking about it, he still felt that he shouldn't hide it.

"Werewolf?" Harry was at a loss.

It's not that he didn't know about werewolves, but he didn't have a real feeling about the danger of werewolves.

Wade nodded: "I know."

"You... know?"

Lupin was surprised at first, then smiled bitterly: "No wonder you never contacted me on the night of the full moon. I never thought of it..."

He looked at Harry and explained: "I was bitten by a werewolf when I was a child, so I became a werewolf."

"But I promise that you are safe. I will leave the house before the full moon every month. And I will always take wolfsbane potion..."

After getting the job given by Wade, he finally had enough money to buy wolfsbane potion. This is a potion that allows werewolves to remain rational after transformation.

"Of course." Lupin was worried that Harry would mind, so he quickly said, "You can actually live at Graling Farm. I asked Mr. Murray, and he welcomes you to live here until school starts."

"I'll go with you." Harry held his hand and said firmly, "I believe you won't hurt me!"

He had been looking forward to having a place of his own for too long. Even a werewolf couldn't make him afraid or retreat.

...

"Get ready, Wade." After a quiet day on the farm, Steven said happily, "We'll visit Mr. Scamander tomorrow. I've made an appointment with him."