days at Hogwarts

Chapter 5 The Past of Werewolf Bates

The night is getting darker, and the round white moon hangs in the night sky.The silver-white moonlight shines on the white snow, the mountains, trees, the earth, the moonlight and the snow, beautiful and quiet.

The white fur blanket was warm, and Loren was a little bored in the shelter of the branches.

The quiet world was broken by a roar.

"Ugh..."

"what!"

Bates's forbearable and painful voice came from the cave, with some low-pitched sounds, as if someone couldn't help rolling on the ground in pain.

"what!"

The cry of pain became louder and hoarse, and it seemed to bring some kind of relief.

Quiet for a while.

"Ow~"

The sharp howling of wolves penetrated the rocks and spread to the wilderness, echoing from mountain to mountain.

Loren's complexion suddenly turned pale.

creak~

There was the sound of sharp claws slicing across the rocks, and the transformed werewolf inside was scratching.Then there was a dull collision sound, the werewolf was hitting the rock wall with his body, trying to find a way out.

Loren took a deep breath, controlled his trembling body, and planned to leave first.No one knows whether Grandpa Bates, who has lost his mind, will be able to come out.

After packing up his luggage, he took advantage of the bright moonlight to quickly return to the wooden house.

The footsteps are getting faster and faster, gradually running between the mountains and fields.When he got home, he found that the windproof tarpaulin had a big hole.

Loren opened the door, put a handful of snow into the stove, lit a fire and melted it.The room was getting warmer, and he took a sip of water to moisten his throat, and he began to organize his thoughts.

Grandpa Bates is a werewolf, and he will transform uncontrollably when the moon is full. Every month, he will go to the mountains to spend the night of the full moon, and then there will be a period of weakness.

This would explain Bates' strange habits.

The strange rumors in the town are intended to keep the townspeople away from Bates, which may be spread by someone in the know, or Bates himself.

When one doubt is solved, more doubts emerge.

Why would such a Bates be willing to raise a drag bottle?He is obviously more comfortable when he is alone.

Is there any real relationship between the two of them?If not, what purpose did the church and the government have in sending him here?

Is this world really the England of the 80s that he knew before?

Will there be vampires if there are werewolves? What are the roles of the Holy See and the government?

Question after question, doubt after doubt.

And more recently, the occult knowledge in those two books, is alchemy really just a story?What is the purpose of that eccentric bookseller?

Most importantly, is he going to run away from Bates?

The complicated thoughts have no results, and what is certain is that it is impossible for an underage child to travel far.

Grandpa Bates's wrinkled face came to Loren's mind, the smiling face when he said he would have great achievements, the scolding when he saw him playing in the snow in his single clothes, and the weakness after returning from the mountains every month.

It turned out that so long had passed without knowing it.He decided to wait. Grandpa Bates deserved the trust.

Loren fell into a deep sleep on the crib.

The next day.

It was broad daylight when Loren awoke.Go to the sheep pen to squeeze out fresh goat milk, boil it and let it cool, and you will feel refreshed after one sip.

All the disturbing thoughts of last night were also put aside, Loren decided to leave it at that, no matter how complicated things were, he couldn't handle them now.

Grandpa Bates is still his grandpa Bates, no matter what, Bates has always treated him as a family member during the past few years on the ranch.

After thinking about this clearly, Loren will no longer be troubled.

The sky emits a clear light, which is reflected on the white snow, illuminating people's hearts.

It's an interesting world!Maybe he will come into contact with extraordinary people and things in the future, and he will become an extraordinary person himself.

The plot in Loren's mind transitioned from vampire hunter to DC Marvel, and his mood became more and more cheerful.

In the afternoon, Bates dragged his tired body down from the mountain.

"Grandpa, you're back!" Loren saw him from afar.

"Ah."

Bates looked at the man in front of him who was already regarded as an older child, sighed and sighed, all kinds of strange emotions came up all of a sudden, and he blocked his mouth.

Bates recalled that the child was like a kitten when he first arrived, but now he is ten years old and can go up the mountain by himself.

When he walked out of the cave, he saw the traces left by Loren. The shelter was well built, but there was no fire.

Bates was a little relieved, but also a little worried. He didn't know how many people had been discovered.

There were some things Bates wanted to keep in the coffin, but he still underestimated the wisdom of the child. He was wondering how and where to start.

"I cooked mutton, stewed potatoes, and macaroni." Loren didn't care about Bates' unusual look.

Bates sighed in relief: "What a diligent young man."

He planned to enjoy this meal first, after all, he was still very weak now.

……

After swallowing the last piece of lamb chops, Bates sighed contentedly, "Even if it's the same dish, your skills are always much better than mine."

Loren raised his eyebrows: "This is a talent."

The two talked and laughed, packed the tableware, and sat on the steps of the door.Watching the moonlight pouring down from the mountains, covering the white snow clothes of the mountains with a layer of silver gauze.

"Are you interested in listening to an old man tell a story?" There was relief in the old man's voice.

"Experience is wisdom." Loren replied.

"40 years ago, when I was a young lad..."

Bates participated in World War II when he was young. Although it was not a frontal battlefield, it was equally dangerous.

On the return journey of escorting supplies, a small group of enemy elites encountered in the mountains.

A squadron drove them around, and eventually Betts's squad became separated from the main force.They walked deeper and deeper into the mountains along the general direction of the return journey, and the pace of the pursuers became tighter and tighter.

"We broke into a mountain wooden house, which is a bit similar to ours, but much larger than ours." Bates looked back to his house, and for a moment seemed to see the recruit team 40 years ago.

In addition to the normal living items in the wooden house, there is a room built like a cage.Inside the cage lay a middle-aged woman, the door was closed tightly, and three or four iron locks the size of footballs were hung, as if the woman was some kind of extremely terrifying beast.

The key was on the ground not far from the cell door, which they opened and woke the woman up.

The woman told them that she was a werewolf in legend, she would turn into a werewolf every full moon night, lose her mind and live in the mountains all the time.

It's a full moon again tonight, so lock yourself up early.After saying this, the woman ordered several people to leave as soon as possible.

The young recruits are full of novel ideas: if they become werewolves, won't they be able to break out of the encirclement?

Three of the group agreed with the idea, and the others didn't want to betray their beliefs and fall into the arms of darkness.

With the Holy Light in his heart, the young Bates left the cabin with a few people with firm beliefs.

The other three wanted to gamble. They sprinkled the woman's saliva on the wound and waited in the house for the enemy and the night.

"Next, why did you also become a werewolf?" Loren asked.

"Fate is like this. He never develops in the direction preset by others." Bates sighed.

The three recruits turned into werewolves and quickly killed all the chasing enemy troops, and also caught up with their compatriots along the scent.

"I watched the beast tear my comrades into pieces, and the moonlight that night was like blood." Bates covered his face, his voice a little sobbing.

The moon finally set, and Bates was slightly injured but survived.

The three werewolf comrades came to their senses, unable to accept their behavior, and committed suicide by drinking a bullet.

Bates later noticed the bite mark on his own arm while tending to the wound.

"I came back to the UK with their suicide note and with a lot of panic and what they wanted for their family."

Bates wanted to go back to his hometown after dealing with his comrades' affairs and spend the rest of his life in peace.

Passing through this town, he will spend the first full moon night since being bitten.Regardless of the persuasion of the residents, Bates went up the mountain alone, walked for several hours, and walked into the depths of the mountain...

"When I woke up in the morning, I was near the address of this wooden house. The forest was messed up by me, and some animals were torn to pieces by me, and blood was everywhere." Bates said the cruel scene slowly in an old voice. .

Loren knew that this was the origin of the rumors under the mountain.

Bates settled down here, not daring to marry a wife, not daring to go home, and his family thought he died on the battlefield.