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Chapter 140: Three Galleons for a Bottle of Blood?
Chapter 140: Three Galleons for a Bottle of Blood?
After saying that, Fenrir carried the already transformed Walker and walked past Ivan and Douglas, heading towards the end of the street.
Ivan exchanged a glance with Douglas, secretly becoming more vigilant, and then followed Fenrir.
At the end of the dilapidated street was a large house that looked relatively intact from the outside. Once inside, Ivan realized that the place was quite empty, with hardly anything left intact.
Considering that these Werewolves had been driven away from other places, Ivan understood why they lived here.
What made Ivan feel a bit more at ease was that the place was relatively tidy, not as chaotic as he had imagined.
Since it was nearly evening, a large pot in the corner was bubbling, emitting white steam.
"You can go eat first. I'll just talk with them", Fenrir said, placing the unconscious Walker to one side and addressing the other Werewolf wizards.
After dismissing the others, Fenrir walked to a relatively clean spot and gestured for them to sit down.
Without the surrounding Werewolf wizards, Ivan relaxed his tense nerves a bit.
"Do you usually treat guests like this?" Ivan sat down and said with a teasing tone.
Compared to Fenrir, who had remained calm throughout, Ivan could clearly feel that the other Werewolf wizards had been on guard against them. Upon entering the house, they had formed a subtle encirclement, almost making Ivan think they were about to attack.
"Probably because you're putting too much pressure on them", Fenrir said lightly.
Ivan raised an eyebrow, not denying it. If these Werewolf wizards hadn't attacked them first, he wouldn't have had to use some magical items to pretend.
"Fenrir", while the two were chatting, an elderly Werewolf Witch approached, carrying a large bowl and handed it to him.
Fenrir took the bowl and turned to Ivan and the others, saying, "Bread Porridge. Would you like some?"
Ivan glanced at the large bowl in Fenrir's hand. The light broth had a few pieces of bread floating on top, with no trace of meat, and some unidentified vegetable leaves. It looked more like water with a few things added rather than porridge.
"You eat this?" Douglas raised an eyebrow, puzzled.
"No, it's only been tough for the past couple of months", Fenrir said, completely unfazed by their gazes, and began sipping the Bread Porridge.
"Cough, cough", at that moment, Walker, who had been lying on the side, suddenly opened his eyes and struggled to sit up, with some bruises still visible on his face.
After a few light coughs, Walker looked at Douglas angrily and said, "If you hadn't taken our hard-earned savings, we wouldn't be eating this every day!"
Savings? Ivan recalled how Fenrir had come to treat his injuries, and Douglas had extorted and deducted over fifty Galleons from him.
So that was why, Ivan's expression turned odd as he turned to look at Douglas, finally understanding why Walker had looked so resentful when they were introduced.
Douglas showed no signs of guilt. He looked at Walker and sneered, "Extorted? You'd better understand that it was the cost for treatment. If you think it's too expensive, you can choose not to be treated!"
"You!" Walker's face turned red with anger, his fists clenched tightly.
“Walker!” Fenrir interrupted in a stern voice, then looked at the still somewhat unwilling young Werewolf, scolding him. "If it weren't for you sneaking out and losing control, breaking into someone's house, I wouldn't have been injured trying to save you. I thought the last experience should have been enough of a lesson for you."
Under Fenrir's rebuke, Walker lost his temper, his face hanging guiltily and with a hint of shame. He opened his mouth to explain but ultimately said nothing.
Seeing his demeanor, Fenrir didn't say anything more and instead turned to the two of them. "I apologize; this boy can be a bit impulsive. Please don't take it to heart."
Ivan waved his hand to show he wouldn't hold a grudge, and Douglas had no interest in arguing with a young Werewolf.
"Let's get to the main point then. Why are you here?" Fenrir asked, puzzled.
"I've been working on a special Potion that can solve the problem of losing control when you transform into Werewolves." Ivan thought for a moment and decided not to hide behind Douglas. The Werewolf wizards had a poor impression of Douglas, so he decided to be straightforward.
Ivan had expected the Werewolf wizards to be overjoyed, but instead, there was a moment of silence.
The other Werewolf wizards nearby had been paying attention to the situation.
When they heard this young wizard claim he could solve the Werewolf problem, they were initially ready to dismiss his idea as fanciful.
However, the impact of Ivan's previous actions still lingered in their minds, and for some reason, they felt he might actually be capable of it.
This strange contrast made them uncomfortable.
"So you want us to cooperate with your research and be your test subjects?" Fenrir frowned.
Fenrir knew that developing a Potion formula was no easy task. It required time and effort, and more importantly, someone had to drink the experimental Potions to confirm their effectiveness.
Drinking an unknown Potion was extremely risky, and anything could happen.
"No, I've almost completed the formula. I just need a bit of blood as a key ingredient—Werewolf blood!" Ivan shook his head and said seriously.
This was why he was here. The other ingredients for the Wolfsbane Potion could be bought at the Potion shops in Diagon Alley, but Werewolf blood was impossible to obtain.
In Ivan's view, he needed to first create the Wolfsbane Potion and show the results to Douglas, earning his complete trust. Only then could he have Douglas vouch for him to gain the trust of the Ministry of Magic and the Order of Merlin.
Otherwise, as a young wizard still studying at Hogwarts, even if he had the formula, the Ministry of Magic and the Order of Merlin would ignore him.
"You want our blood?" Fenrir narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing Ivan. Walker immediately refused.
"That's impossible! Who knows if you're telling the truth? I've heard that many Dark wizards can use a person's blood to cast curse magic."
Ivan wasn't disappointed. He stood up and looked around, his gaze lingering on the Werewolf wizards' food and worn clothing. He deliberately raised his voice so the others could hear.
"I'm not asking for your help for free. How about this: three Galleons per bottle of blood?"
(End of Chapter)
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