The White Lord Professor at Hogwarts

"What's the matter with you? Fen..."

"Call me Wolfman, that's what I'll be called from now on."

After Ricardo left, a werewolf walked up to Wolfman and wanted to question him, but was interrupted harshly.

"Okay, Wolfman," the inquiring werewolf changed his words in a bad tone, "Why are you so groveling! We are werewolves! We are the largest group of werewolves in France!"

"Did it work?" Wolfman asked disdainfully. "We attacked it in groups last Christmas. What was the result?"

"Total annihilation! Fenrir's death! In front of people of this level, we have no qualifications to negotiate!"

"He wants something from us..."

"Don't take me with you if you want to die!" Wolfman gave the inquirer a vicious slap. "You want us? Don't think too highly of yourself! Let me tell you, this is what we participated in the siege last year. compensation!"

"We didn't take any action, so he attacked..." A werewolf muttered unwillingly.

"Ha, you said this in Silent Alley? The biggest mistake is to be murderous towards the strong! Let me tell you, those purebloods just want to test the strength of Lord Silva on us, and they have already prepared for us to annihilate them all. It’s ready!”

"Now you are so courageous, but you don't know which guys were so scared last Christmas, for fear that Mr. Silva would come to eradicate the roots! I don't know which guys are planning to surrender to you! I don't know which guys are also planning to join you after you leave. He didn’t dare to assume the position of leader and pushed me to lead!”

Wolfman finished speaking in one breath, and the surrounding area was quiet. Many werewolves lowered their heads in shame.

After drinking water, he wiped his mouth and paced among the werewolves: "I think we must treat that adult with respect, and we must complete all the things he asked us to do. I am fully responsible for this matter, and I will give it to you." I remember that I will defend Miss Delacour to the death so that werewolves will not be exterminated in France!"

"Is that so? Haha..."

Suddenly, a pleasant laughter came from the distance, and the werewolves suddenly became alert, and many people raised their wands.

"Who? Come out!"

"Don't point your wand at me like that, gentlemen werewolves," the girl who made compensation before came out with a beautiful smile, "you will regret it."

"Regret? Do you think you have any background?"

"Do you know where this place is? Silent Alley!"

"A skinny girl actually dares to eavesdrop on our speech?"

"I guess she's not skinny, man."

"Yeah, look at her in front of her... I think we can vent our anger before silence..."

"I think it's okay. At least, I didn't find this girl among those pure-blood families..."

"Are you sure you dare to do evil to me?" The girl smiled and tilted her head, "Oh, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Fleur Delacour. Maybe, I am the person on the piece of paper in your leader's hand."

The sound disappeared all of a sudden, and all the werewolves seemed to be choked by something.

"Madam..." After a while, Wolfman found his voice.

"Huh?" Fleur protracted her tone and darkened her face.

In the West, madam is generally called an older married woman.

Wolfman looked at Fleur and was startled - he was too surprised and panicked just now, which caused him to call her by the wrong name, but he suddenly remembered something, his mind was startled again, he stood at attention with his legs together, and said loudly:

"I mean, Mrs. Silva!"

"..."

This can't be done with Furong.

"It's still early," Fleur adjusted herself and continued, "So, your next mission seems to be... to protect me?"

"Of course, Mrs. Silva," Wolfman said respectfully, "we will keep you safe until the last moment of your life."

"...Don't call me Mrs. Silva!"

"Okay Mrs. Silva, got it Mrs. Silva."

"..."

There was a low laugh from the werewolves, but Fleur did not continue to blush, but looked at them with a haughty expression until the low laughter subsided.

"Have you laughed enough?" Her voice became cold, "Wolfman, are you bullying me for being young by playing tricks like this?"

Wolfman's heart tightened, but his expression remained unchanged: "I don't understand, Miss Delacour."

"Continue?" Fleur sneered and said, "Why, through ridicule, you are invisibly taking the right to speak into your own hands?"

"But you have forgotten that power is the only authority in this world. I can always control the topic in the palm of my hand."

That cold and ruthless gesture reminded Wolfman of the look in Ricardo's eyes just now.

Inexplicably similar.Inexplicably coincident.

He did have this plan. This girl was asked by Silva himself for protection. He could not hit her or scold her. Now that she came to her door, she could only use this method to deal with her.

Maybe he could take this opportunity to control this young girl.

But I didn't expect that this guy and Silva were cut out of the same mold, and they were both so difficult to deal with.

It's a bit of a misstep.

At this time, the werewolf crowd was a little commotion, and they looked at Fleur with a hint of dissatisfaction.

"Are you not convinced?" The smile returned to Fleur's face, but there seemed to be no emotion in it. "If you are not convinced, why don't you go find Ricardo? Do you still want to duel with a weak woman like me? Anyway, as long as I get hurt, you will No good fruit to eat."

The sullen tone made the werewolves feel like they were holding their breath in their throats, feeling unspeakably depressed.

This is simply a wanton provocation, and you don’t hesitate to call your parents!

"All I have to say is that you are bullying me, and you are finished," Fleur stated this fact, "but I can give you a chance to deal with me."

She walked to the center of the werewolves, and her momentum made them involuntarily move out of the way.

"Every Saturday and Sunday at five o'clock in the evening," she said, "come five werewolves to the wilderness near the Secret Witch Trail to duel with me. There is no limit to the spells. It is best not to use the death spell, otherwise... you know of."

"We generally don't have the habit of using killing curses in battle," Wolfman said, "But why? Is it a feeding move?"

"Yes and no," Fleur said, "You can use black magic, use the Cruciatus Curse, and use all the spells you can think of. As long as you don't die, I can fight you."

"……why?"

Fleur said nothing and looked into the distance. At this time, her smile became warmer.

Wolfman understood immediately, but remained speechless.

Are you all so curly?A third grader comes to Silent Alley to catch dark wizards, and a fourth grader comes to challenge werewolves every weekend?

Is this the following among top wizards?

"That's all I want to say."

Fleur twirled her wand, walked out of the encirclement, and came to a corner, but then she thought of something and turned around.

"In addition, don't you think about changing your master? What can you get by following the pure blood? You should be able to see that Ricardo, who can beat you, has endless potential. If you are willing to surrender earlier, maybe I can get more. I can accept you on his behalf, and in this way, we can welcome his era."

As she spoke, she recited a spell and disappeared.

Wolfman looked at the wall and remained silent for a long time.