Journey to the Wizarding World of Hogwarts

Moving may be the best option for the White family.

Especially moving to another country.

Although it may be a little uncomfortable at first, it's better than living in a rotten country anyway, right?

Once the werewolf's identity is exposed, it will really be a disaster.

He also had to quickly learn how to prepare wolfsbane potion, otherwise who knew what would happen on a full moon night.

Robert rubbed his temples. That was something that only a potion master could make. How could he have that kind of formula and strength?

Cliff sat on the armchair, held his chin and thought for a while, then clapped his hands suddenly, "Oh, I only know what you are talking about."

"Huh?" Robert looked at him doubtfully, "I'm talking about moving, Cliff, what are you talking about?"

Unexpectedly, Cliff burst out laughing, even a little fanatical, "This is really great! This is the blessing of the Wolf God!"

Robert, who knew little about Indian civilization, was confused.

What are these and what? He is a born werewolf! Are all Apaches so tough? Dances with Wolves looks cool, but is dangerous, okay?

Angrily interrupting his adoptive father's dance, Robert said forcefully, "Cliff, if you don't explain clearly, I'm really going to beat you up! Moreover, for the healthy growth of little Red, we must immediately go around London." Find a more secluded house.”

Cliff grinned, "I am your father!"

Silently pulling out a dart, Robert said in a cheating manner, "I heard that the Indian tradition is that if the chief is knocked down, you will be the new chief?"

Cliff stared. Although he knew his adopted son was joking, he really wanted to hit him!

Sighing, Robert put away his playful thoughts and explained seriously, "Cliff, you are not a wizard, so you may not realize the seriousness of the problem. That is a werewolf, which is synonymous with ferocity. We must do it for the little one." Rhett thought of a way to hide his identity, otherwise he would be hostile to the wizards, and now the adult wizards in the Ministry of Magic are a bit neurotic."

This is the disadvantage of emotional magic. Every wizard is like having an emotional amplifier installed. The slightest move that disturbs the mood can cause hair loss.

Cliff looked at his adopted son with some relief, and seemed not to care about the abnormality in little Red.

"I'm glad, Robert," said Cliff. "To be honest, Elsa and I never thought about having a baby out of fear of what you might think - that we wanted to abandon you, or something. , but this may be a gift from the Wolf God. When Red came to us, we were all a little worried that you would not be able to accept it, so we never dared to tell you."

As he said this, he felt a little guilty, "We should have sent you a letter as soon as possible."

Robert rolled his eyes, raised his head, and put on a arrogant face, "Come on, Cliff, even if you have 100 children, I will still be their leader, but I will bring my own younger brother and BGM as soon as I appear. Big shot, do you think I will give up such a stylish way of appearing?"

"Robert, you are still so funny!" Cliff shook his head helplessly, "Well, actually you are really overthinking."

Robert pretended to be listening.

"In fact, in our legend, the Wolf God is the god in charge of harvest and hunting." Cliff raised his head with an expression of admiration, "After we moved to the Apache, because the climate there was not suitable for crop growth, Many people starved to death, and at this moment, the Wolf God appeared and gave us a good harvest."

Blinking, Robert automatically translated Cliff's words. In short, this is the story of a kind wizard who saved a group of poor Indians.

only……

"What the hell is holding a life-size cane? He also planted a grain of grain and harvested a large field of wheat. This is actually a Druid who is proficient in wolf transformation and plant magic, right?" Robert couldn't help complaining, "But Why are you descendants of the Wolf God?"

"Because the Wolf God settled in our tribe and left behind descendants!" Cliff said matter-of-factly, "How many people have there been in our Apache tribe over the past many years? Naturally, everyone has the blood of the Wolf God! "

"..." Robert didn't even know what to say, this was really a magical operation.

As a wizard...

Instead of studying magic, he went to plant trees. It was simply not magic!

No, wait, planting trees seems to be a Druid belief, so there doesn’t seem to be any problem with it!

Cliff continued to instill their culture into Robert, "And it's not just our tribe. In fact, there is also a tribe in La Push who are descendants of the wolf god, the Quileute tribe. The relationship between our two tribes is quite good. . Of course, this is not the point. What I want to say is another thing."

"...No, wait a minute, the name La Push sounds familiar...Washington State...could it be...Forks Town?" Robert looked confused, "Why do I feel like something is wrong? Could there be a nest there? vampire?"

"Really? Wizards are always hard to resist these mysterious things. Robert, are you also interested in the Cullen family?" Cliff looked excited, "They are famous vegetarians and have very good relations with many mysterious figures. , Fox Town is their carefully chosen destination.”

Robert's eyes twitched, "Shut up, I don't want to know about you now!"

I finally understand why Cliff said he was overthinking. He was simply deceived by the panel.

What a born werewolf!

That's the druid's form of transformation, wolf transformation.

The only difference is that this transformation technique may be constant or blessed. If the so-called wolf god is not mistaken, he may be a wizard from France, Germany or the Slavic people. There are legends of corn spirits in these areas. Corn spirits will transform into animals such as wolves, rabbits, goats and even ganders, hide in the grain, and be caught or killed when people harvest the last sheaf of grain. There are even rumors that this last handful of grain can be brought to people. Come good luck.

Of course, this is a slightly more normal version.

Ridicius's version of the story is a bit horrifying. People would regard strangers passing by the crop fields as the incarnation of corn spirits, beat them, capture them, wrap them in sheaves, chop off their heads, and finally throw them into the In the water, it is said that this is a witchcraft to pray for rain.

Well, yes, it’s witchcraft for rain.

Quite barbaric, but it is indeed a portrayal of that era.

The only strange thing is why the wizard went to America and left two descendants.

Or the descendant of his own constant wolf transformation.