Hogwarts: I am the White Lord

The hall had changed drastically at this time. Under an unknown magic, the ceiling gradually disappeared, revealing the night sky outside.

In the center of the rostrum stood a huge alchemical iron cage, with alchemical chains inside as secondary insurance.

Old Pete came out of the iron cage, first took off his work clothes from Wolf Herb Garden, folded them carefully, and placed them neatly on the ground.

Wearing a vest, he walked into the iron cage and skillfully locked his legs and waist tightly with alchemical chains.

Then he took the wolfsbane potion from Damocles across the iron cage, raised his head, and drank it all in one gulp.

The Aurors in charge of security clenched their wands and surrounded the podium.

They stared at Old Pete in the iron cage vigilantly, fearing that he would break the cage and attack someone.

After all, the wizards who came today were either rich or noble, and they couldn't afford even the slightest mistake.

Looking at the Aurors who were facing a formidable enemy, Old Pete smiled and sat down on the ground calmly.

Only when he looked at Damocles and Sebastian did his eyes reveal gratitude.

"Hey, this werewolf is quite courageous. He is not at all nervous with so many people watching him. He looks calm as if this is his living room."

"I thought so too. He looked more comfortable sitting in the cage than I did."

"This shows that he trusts Damocles and the wolfsbane potion."

"Don't talk, don't talk, the moon will rise soon, look carefully, it's rare to see a werewolf transform."

Time passed quickly amid the whispers of the crowd.

The moment the moon rose, Old Pete's body began to tremble violently, as if he was in severe pain.

His bones made a creaking sound and his body quickly stretched and gradually became taller.

As his body lengthened, his skin began to change. Black hair emerged like a tide, quickly covering his entire body.

His nails became pointed and long, as sharp as blades, and his palms and soles began to deform, turning into strong and powerful claws.

Under the surprised or disgusted gazes of the crowd, his face twisted and deformed, his nose and mouth gradually lengthened, turning into a ferocious wolf head.

The sharp teeth were exposed from the mouth, flashing a cold light, looking extremely terrifying.

After the complete transformation, Old Pete was a little overwhelmed by everyone's gazes. He didn't want others to see his ugly appearance.

However, after just a slight hesitation, he straightened his chest again and showed it to the audience.

Reporters’ flashbulbs kept flashing, feverishly recording old Pitt’s transformation.

Some curious reporters tried to walk up to the podium to take close-up photos of the werewolves, but they were all stopped by the Aurors.

Not only the reporters were curious, but the wizards present also stretched their necks, opened their eyes wide, and tried hard to observe every detail of the werewolf's transformation.

Many wizards even took out magic cameras and filmed everything in front of them like reporters.

Seeing Old Pete's calm appearance, many wizards were extremely disappointed. This performance was far from their impression of the ferocious werewolf.

"Is this a werewolf? It looks ordinary and doesn't seem like a big deal."

"Yeah, except for the wolf-like appearance, there's nothing special about him."

"It doesn't look that scary. I don't know why there are werewolves injuring people every year. This looks like this. I feel like I can beat ten of them!"

"Didn't they say that there would be a signature wolf howl after the transformation? Why isn't it howling?"

"That's enough, this is a wizard, not a wolf, show some respect!"

The wizards present started arguing and expressed their opinions one after another.

Listening to the noise of the crowd, Snape curled his lips in disdain.

These guys, are their minds full of Stipa sphenanthera?

It's just mediocre, nothing big...

Wizards who say such things are probably even less intelligent than trolls.

Snape glanced at the Ministry official who was shouting that he wanted to beat ten people, and his contempt was evident in his words.

Still want to hit ten?

Why don’t you go to heaven!

Do you know the weight of XXXXX-level magical creatures?

Magical animals of this level are all top-notch in terms of speed, strength and magic resistance.

Normally, spells cast upon them would simply bounce back without any effect.

Once the werewolves get close to them, the wizards' fragile bodies are simply unable to resist the violence of the werewolves.

Don’t you see that the Aurors are all facing a serious enemy?

The werewolf can now remain sane and quiet, all thanks to the wolfsbane potion.

I really want to see this idiot fight alone against the transformed werewolf in a one-on-one duel.

By then, if he could survive, it would be because the werewolf felt that biting him would affect his IQ.

By the way, how did this idiot graduate?

Every professor at Hogwarts is to blame for allowing such an idiot to graduate.

It seems that I need to be stricter with my students, so as not to teach such idiots who will embarrass me in society.

Unlike Snape's contempt, old Pete, who had transformed into a werewolf, sat in the cage with a calm and composed look.

It's just criticism. I've gotten used to hearing it.

However, thinking about his mission tonight, Old Pete decided to say a few words to prove that he was no threat now.

"Hello, everyone," Old Pete said calmly, "I'm Old Pete, an employee of Wolfe Herb Garden."

"I want to prove that after drinking the wolfsbane potion, a werewolf can remain sane and will not threaten the safety of those around him."

Hearing Old Pete's words, the wizards present suddenly became noisy.

"Merlin, the werewolf spoke. Did you hear him? He spoke!"

"This is really rare. According to records, after a werewolf transforms, it can only howl meaninglessly. I have never heard of a werewolf speaking."

"There's something about the wolfsbane potion. It looks like tonight's press conference was a success."

Amid the clamor of the crowd, Dean Bolton, who was sitting in the first row, stood up and walked to the iron cage.

He ignored the Aurors' attempts to stop him and chatted cordially with Old Pete, asking about his various conditions.

After obtaining Old Pete's consent, he took out his wand and kept tapping the werewolf's body, verifying some things with magic.

The reporters could no longer bear it and broke through the Aurors' obstruction, came to the iron cage and started filming carefully.

Big news!

This is really big news!

Be sure to record it well.

Dumbledore carefully observed Old Peter's condition and listened attentively to his conversation with Dean Bolton.

After a long moment, he smiled with satisfaction: "It seems that Damocles' wolfsbane potion is perfect."

"The werewolf's sanity has been well preserved. Not only is his speech clear, but his thinking logic is also clear."

"Congratulations, Fudge," Dumbledore looked at Fudge beside him, "Today's press conference was very successful."

"Yeah, I think so too!" Fudge nodded with satisfaction and smiled like a flower.

These are all his achievements. From today on, there will be another highlight on his resume.

Moreover, the werewolf was very honest and docile like a dog.

it's great!

From now on, the threat posed by werewolves will be much smaller!

This is all thanks to the good leadership of the Minister of Magic!

Just when Fudge was feeling proud, he saw Dumbledore stand up and invite him with a smile.

"Fudge, come on stage together."

"Shake hands with the werewolf..."

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