Chapter 2 I remember we exterminated the werewolves?

Les was sitting by the campfire, holding a rather strange drink in his hand, which Muggles called "black tea".

This is a drink obtained by boiling dry leaves in boiling water. The color is a bit like wine, but the taste is different from all the drinks he has drunk before. Its taste is rich and unique, with a sweet fruity and deep taste. Woody aroma. Every time you take a sip, you can feel its rich layers and delicate taste, like a silky ribbon dancing gently on the tip of your tongue.

After just one small glass, Les fell in love with this magical drink.

Mrs. Granger on the other side gradually came back to her senses after a brief panic. She was keenly aware of the loopholes in Rice's words: How did he come to the Forest of Dean alone without his parents? Therefore, there is a high probability that he failed to gain the child's trust, so that he refused to disclose his family background.

It's not Mrs. Granger's fault. Even if she tried hard, she couldn't imagine that the boy in front of her was actually an old antique who had been sleeping for a thousand years, and his parents were indeed dead. This forest is, in a sense, his graveyard.

After a brief exchange of glances with her husband, the couple reached a consensus: Let Les stay in their own camp for now, and maybe his parents would come over after a while. If the parents don't show up by the end of the camp, they contact the police and have professionals contact the child's parents.

After thinking about it, the couple started preparing dinner, and Les and Hermione also walked to the edge of the camp, chatting while collecting firewood.

"Who is the lord of this land?"

After hearing this question, Hermione was stunned for a moment. After thinking for a moment, she answered hesitantly: "Elizabeth II?"

"Which family does she belong to? What title does she hold?"

Hermione:? ? ?

After some communication, Hermione was shocked to find that Les didn't even know about the Normandy dynasty, let alone the Plantagenet and Lancastrian dynasties that followed. He seemed to be someone who lived a thousand years ago!

Les was even more shocked than she was: Someone could really unify the British Isles? The Roman Empire in the east actually perished? ? And most importantly, the wizarding world disappears? ? ?

He tentatively asked Hermione about her attitude towards wizards. As a result, Hermione actually believed that magic did not exist at all. The so-called magicians in the world were actually clever magicians or liars. This answer shocked Les.

He could tell that the girl in front of him was not lying. She had never seen a wizard or been exposed to magic. This even gave Les a little fear, and he worried that he would become the last wizard in the world.

But then I thought about it, this possibility is very slim. Wizards can be born from the Muggle community with a very small probability. In other words, as long as humans are not extinct, wizards will not become extinct. So why has this child never seen a wizard? It’s worth pondering.

Is it possible that the wizards are hiding themselves?

Les had a bold guess in his mind.

He originally wanted to continue chatting with Hermione for a while to collect more information, but the Grangers had already prepared dinner, so the conversation between the two could only be interrupted.

Although it was a camping trip, the food prepared by the Granger family was extremely rich: sweet and sour apple pie, pudding with jam, potatoes cooked in the ashes, skewers of grilled meat and soft and delicious food that reflected the attractive luster. of white bread, and Mrs. Granger even prepared a pot of vegetable soup. This is more abundant than what they eat at home.

Les was completely attracted by these tempting foods. In his opinion, Mrs. Granger's cooking skills had reached an extraordinary level, not inferior to Helga Hufflepuff, and even better than Helga Hufflepuff in some aspects. She needs to be excellent.

"You must be an excellent cook, right?" After enjoying the food, Les couldn't help but ask Mrs. Granger.

Mrs. Granger smiled very happily. This was the first time someone had praised her cooking skills so highly, which made her have a good impression of Les.

"No, I'm a dentist."

Les raised his eyebrows: The food is so delicious, is he just a dentist?

After eating and drinking, the Grangers and Les chatted around the campfire for a while. Mr. Granger took out his camera and took a few photos of the full moon. The four of them went into the tent to sleep and rest contentedly.

Drowsiness hit like a tide, and the people in the tent gradually fell into sleep.

The bonfire outside the tent dimmed little by little, and finally turned into a pile of glowing red embers. Suddenly, a strange-looking giant wolf broke into the camp.

It is as long as a person, and its whole body is covered with thick dark brown hair. Compared with common wolves, its snout is slightly shorter. If you look carefully, you can actually find a bit of human charm. Saliva dripped from its lower jaw like threads, and its deep green eyes were full of murderous intent and madness.

The giant wolf twitched its nose a few times, and the human scent from the tent not far away filled its nasal cavity, making it salivate. Driven by desire, it rushed towards the tent.

In just one second, it can rip a hole in the tent like a bag of potato chips and rush in for a feast.

It could already imagine the sound of chewing and breaking bones, and the taste of steaming blood seemed to have filled its mouth, but the giant wolf found that the soil under its feet seemed to come alive, binding it firmly in place, even after a while. I can't even take a small step.

The greed in the giant wolf's mind was suppressed by this sudden change, and was replaced by fear from the heart. It no longer cared about the delicious fat meat in the tent, and now it just wanted to escape. But the more it struggled, the stronger the suction force of the soil became. At first, only the soles of the feet were stuck, and soon the entire paws, and then the calves...

When the tent door curtain was opened, the four legs of the giant wolf were almost completely submerged into the ground.

Les walked out of the tent, stared at the giant wolf expressionlessly for a while, and then muttered in a low voice: "I remember that we exterminated the werewolves, did we not clean them up?"

Yes, tonight's uninvited guest is a werewolf.

When the werewolf saw someone approaching, he couldn't help but open his mouth wide, exposing his dagger-like teeth as a threat, and made a grunting sound in his throat.

It was a horrifying scene, but given its circumstances, it was undoubtedly a bluff.

Les waved his hand, and the werewolf's mouth closed instantly. He could no longer make any sound and could only sink quietly to the ground. After easily dealing with the uninvited guest, Les wanted to go back to the tent and continue sleeping, but the moment he lifted the tent curtain, he suddenly changed his mind.

He slapped his thigh fiercely: Before dinner, he was still worried about the disappearance of the magic world. Now, didn't clues about the magic world come to his door?

I almost wasted this precious opportunity due to my negligence.

He immediately turned around and terminated his earth trap spell.

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