Hogwarts Bloodline Chapter 137: We've Already Said We Have No Mal Intentions, Why Don't You Believe Us? - Novel Cool

Chapter 137: We've Already Said We Have No Mal Intentions, Why Don't You Believe Us?

Chapter 137: We’ve Already Said We Have No Mal Intentions, Why Don’t You Believe Us?

Ivan, who was caught red-handed for damaging a cabinet, reluctantly accepted a full hour of ideological education. Only after repeatedly promising to be more careful next time did he manage to escape further punishment.

Two days later, the well-prepared Ivan finally waited for the long-overdue arrival of Douglas.

During these two days, Ivan did not idle.

Considering that they might encounter more than one Werewolf this time, Ivan took the time to repair his nearly broken Magic Ring. He also sought out Aisia, using House Points to quickly learn an offensive Spell, so that he wouldn’t have to rely solely on blood magic in every battle.

Upon learning that Ivan was planning to research a Potion that would allow Werewolves to maintain their sanity, Douglas quickly became interested.

If a young Wizard who hadn’t graduated had said this, he would have dismissed it with a sneer.

However, due to the successful brewing of those enhancing Potions, and Ivan’s mention that he was inspired by Snape’s Classroom, Douglas gained more confidence in the project.

"If you succeed, you might become the youngest recipient of the Order of Merlin", Douglas couldn’t help but admire. He then enthusiastically suggested that he wanted to join the research on the Wolfsbane Potion.

Ivan, of course, readily agreed. He had been thinking about how to involve Douglas to provide cover for himself, and he hadn’t even suggested it when the other party took the bait on his own.

After chatting for a while, Ivan quickly realized that he might have underestimated Douglas.

To become an Associate Dean by his early thirties, Douglas must have genuine talent. Although he usually didn’t treat Werewolves kindly, he still proposed some feasible solutions from a pharmacological perspective.

Ivan benefited greatly from this. If he had only been blindly following the recipe before, now he had a deeper understanding of the composition of the Wolfsbane Potion.

After walking for about half an hour, the path became increasingly remote. The eastern side of Knockturn Alley was almost a forgotten place, with dilapidated houses and broken stone pillars everywhere, and the surroundings were overgrown with weeds and shrubs.

Ivan looked around. Although he had been mentally prepared, he hadn’t expected the Werewolves to live in such a place.

This place didn’t even seem fit for human habitation.

Was it to avoid causing harm during the full moon?

Or simply because they were poor?

While Ivan was pondering, a red light struck the ground not far ahead, sending stones flying. Ivan instinctively activated the Protective Ring on his right hand, and a magical barrier rose to block some of the flying debris.

On Douglas’s side, he lightly waved his Wand, clearing away the stones.

Being suddenly targeted like this, although there was no intent to attack directly, still made Ivan frown. This was not a good sign.

Ivan gripped his Wand but had no intention of retaliating. Instead, he spoke up.

"Come out and talk. We have no mal intentions."

A moment later, a somewhat gaunt young male Wizard emerged, looking about seventeen or eighteen years old, barely older than George and Fred. He wore an ill-fitting, old wizard’s robe that had been washed so many times it had turned almost white.

He said with a mix of self-mockery and sarcasm,

"This run-down place doesn’t see many Wizards. Why don’t you tell me what you’re doing here first?"

Seeing his appearance, Ivan vaguely recalled the small Werewolf he had seen from the second-floor window. However, this wasn’t the time to dwell on that. Ivan quickly composed his thoughts and pointed at Douglas, saying,

"This is Douglas, former Deputy Head of St. Mungo’s Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries. He has been dedicating himself to research on the emotional instability of Werewolves after their transformations in Knockturn Alley for many years.

There has been a breakthrough in the research, so I need to find a few Werewolf Wizards to inquire about it."

Considering that he was just a second-year student, Ivan had little persuasiveness, so he attributed the research to Douglas, the deputy headmaster.

To avoid any misunderstandings, he did not directly mention the matter of taking blood.

Douglas listened to Ivan's explanation, his expression somewhat odd. He had no idea when he had started diligently researching Werewolves in Knockturn Alley.

However, Douglas did not contradict anything but went along with Ivan's words, turning to the young male wizard.

"That's right. Do you know any of the Werewolves here?"

"Douglas? You were the one who treated Fenrir last time?" The young male wizard did not answer Douglas's question but frowned instead.

"Fenrir?" Douglas paused, then continued.

"A while ago, I did treat a Werewolf. If you're referring to him, then yes, that's correct."

"Since you know him, you should understand how skilled I am." Douglas sounded rather smug, thinking that this connection would make things easier.

After all, he was the one who had saved that Werewolf's life.

Ivan, however, was not so optimistic and became more vigilant. He noticed that the other wizard's expression was growing increasingly angry.

Whoosh!

A blinding red light shot out from the young male wizard's Wand, soaring into the sky.

Seeing the other wizard's actions, even Ivan, who was usually quite dim, realized that the other party had no intention of talking. He turned angrily to Douglas, demanding to know what was going on. If he had known, he would have come alone.

Douglas looked innocent. He usually ignored Werewolves and had only interacted with one to treat his injuries.

Unless the Werewolf he had treated had died, Douglas mused, rubbing his chin. But that shouldn't be the case.

According to his judgment, the Werewolf should have only been in pain for a few days due to the black mist and would have recovered.

The young male wizard felt insulted by their indifferent attitude and, with a wave of his hand, cast a Diffindo, aiming directly at Douglas.

"Diffindo!"

Ivan did not make a move,

and Douglas did not seem to care. A Protego spell had already been cast on him, and the spell's light bounced back.

Not only that, but Douglas was not one to take a beating passively. With a flick of his Wand, he cast spell after spell.

The young male Werewolf wizard, though not particularly large, was surprisingly agile. Most importantly, he did not care about his appearance, rolling on the ground to dodge several spells.

But that was as far as it went.

Seeing that Douglas had not immediately dealt with the opponent, Ivan frowned, worried that the red light might attract more enemies. He waved his Wand, and the Vines on the wall came to life, lashing out like a whip at the opponent. The young male Werewolf wizard, already struggling from Douglas's spells, could not dodge in time and was hit on the right arm.

In the next second, the Vine coiled around his arm and pulled him down. Another Vine from the ground wrapped around his right leg and yanked, causing him to lose balance and fall to the ground.

Douglas took the opportunity to cast a black light, and the young male Werewolf wizard's struggles gradually weakened.

"Let's take him and leave. Staying here any longer could be troublesome. You only need a few vials of blood, right?" Douglas said, looking at the fallen young male Werewolf wizard, curious as to why the other had attacked upon hearing his name.

Thinking about it, Douglas felt annoyed. When had his reputation become so bad?

(End of Chapter)

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