Hogwarts magic is justice

Chapter 135 What kind of things are in Hogwarts?

There are very clear rules and regulations for guarding the teaching materials. The time for using the teaching materials, the way to travel from the cell to the classroom, how to return from the classroom to the dungeon after class, and the feeding of the teaching materials are all all governed by a schedule.

Owen never left safety to chance, so he developed a series of spells for the textbooks. One of them was a marked textbook. If it didn't enter the castle, it could only be used for location tracking. But once it entered the castle, it became a kind of imprisoning curse. If it tried to leave the castle, it would be petrified.

Of course, there are anti-curses, but they are still under development. Right now, what's missing is a brave and rebellious role model, and this werewolf is the target Irving has chosen.

But unexpectedly, this little dog became so famous.

Hermione thought for a moment and said, "If all else fails, we can hold a public trial at Hogwarts. After the trial, we can sentence this werewolf to serve his entire life at Hogwarts."

"Yes, the public trial can be held in the auditorium, so that students can also observe."

At this point, Irving's tone became serious: "The entire student body should come."

Although there are still many years before the lower grades, the necessary social practice is still necessary. In previous years, we would take advantage of the holidays to visit the industries that cooperate with the school. However, there has never been a public trial, mainly because the Ministry of Magic's courtroom cannot accommodate so many people.

If the students are to go in batches, the Ministry of Magic doesn't have that many prisoners. You can't just publicly try a prisoner a dozen times over, can you?

Hearing that Owen agreed to her proposal, Hermione was overjoyed and turned to leave with her entourage. The public trial was the work of the Department of Justice, and she needed to go back to coordinate.

Owen then entered the dungeon. After a snap of his fingers, Fenrir, who had been sleeping, woke up. Before it had even fully opened its eyes, it surveyed its surroundings. When it discovered that it was just an ordinary cell, it was secretly pleased, but it did not show it on its face.

"Little puppy, are you thinking that this dilapidated cell can't hold a werewolf with your immense strength? Are you planning to break down the door and escape after I leave?"

Fenrir's heart skipped a beat, but it didn't make a sound. Owen, on the other hand, smiled and said, "You can try it. Some things, you won't feel the despair until you experience them."

After saying that, Owen left, and Fenrir did not act immediately. Although it was in the dungeon and could not see what time it was outside, its powerful biological clock told it that it was daytime and not the best time to escape.

So it endured it and remained motionless, its strength gradually returning.

All these years, from its initial reckless actions to its current survival, it has been able to live thanks to the werewolf's unique regenerative ability. Even without food or water, as long as it can still breathe, the werewolf's body can recover.

finally----

As night fell over Hogwarts, a pair of green wolf eyes lit up in the dungeon. The cell door was silently torn down, and Fenrir's wolf face wore a cruel sneer.

Leaving like this is clearly not in line with his personality, and it's not safe either. He still hasn't forgotten those cries of "little puppy."

So—in a few swift movements, it opened all the dungeon doors and declared with unparalleled arrogance, "You're free! If you want to run, run now! If you want to cause trouble, then take this opportunity to make a scene here!"

However—the dungeon was completely silent. The textbooks didn't respond to it at all. Some of them even rolled their eyes at it as they went out, then picked up their door panels and put them back in.

Fenrir was so angry that his entire wolf fur was trembling: "What do you mean by this?"

There was absolutely no response, so it shouted again, and then there was a reply: "You idiot, what are you yelling about? You think you can just run away and make a scene whenever you want? Do you really think we're stupid? If you want to run, run away yourself; if you want to make a scene, make a scene yourself. Don't drag us down with you."

Got it!

Fenrir ran away in a fit of anger. As soon as it left the dungeon, the once quiet environment became lively. Many of the textbooks came out and started exchanging ideas with each other.

"This newcomer is certainly bold, but I bet it'll be back soon."

"Not necessarily. When I saw it taking the door apart, I noticed it was quite robust. It should be able to hold out until dawn, right?"

The vampire family also came out, looking at the dismantled door with disgust: "With its brain, it's better if it can't come back. Look at the mess it made of this door, we'll have to go through the trouble of fixing it. It has absolutely no skill!"

The textbooks did consider running away, and some even tried more than once, but now, aren't they all still here?

Fenrir only opened the door; he didn't peek inside. If he had, he would have discovered that the cells inside were completely different from his own. Each one had been enlarged using an expansion charm, and the interiors were varied, arranged according to each textbook's favorite setting.

Because it's new, the cell hasn't been furnished yet.

As for why the other creatures didn't escape, Fenrir understood a little after leaving the dungeon. Looking at the little creature that had fully grown into a mature body, with a waist thicker than its own, it didn't even have the courage to look it in the eye.

Werewolves are long-lived, but they are not invincible. There is a huge gap between level 5 creatures. A mature basilisk can eat a level 5 werewolf like meat.

Just like this one in front of us, it eats itself without even needing to remove its jaw.

When Little Stick saw this werewolf, it was a bit dumbfounded. It wasn't there to block the door; it was just passing by. It had been bothered by the students all day and was planning to take advantage of the beautiful moonlight tonight to go out and clear its head.

So—the little cop left; it only glanced at the werewolf before leaving.

Fenrir breathed a sigh of relief and continued walking outside. Then it saw a group of ghosts emerge from the wall. When they saw it, they froze for a moment, then screamed and scattered. Fenrir was also frightened and shuddered, then quickened its pace to run outside.

Halfway through the run, a large cat suddenly jumped out. Although Fenrir had never been to school, he recognized the cat.

Cat Leopard!

In terms of speed, it can crush werewolves!

Fenrir froze again, and Molly, upon seeing it, also paused for a moment, looked it up and down, then gracefully turned and walked away.

At night, Hogwarts is the territory of the big cat. It will wander around its own territory before going to the Forbidden Forest to fight that big fat bird!

From childhood to adulthood, the big cat has never won. Its strong sense of pride will never allow a score of 0:376 to happen to it. Compared to this, a little werewolf is nothing!

Looking at the exit not far away, Fenrir walked with a pounding heart, fearing that something else might appear—hiss!!

As I watch that walk past me, isn't that a fire dragon? It must be a fire dragon, right?

Fortunately, the other party didn't notice him at all, because compared to the fire dragon, this strong and tall werewolf was not even as tall as the other party's calf.

What else is inside Hogwarts?!

It took Fenrir three minutes to walk that mere ten meters. Just as it was about to step out of the castle, a voice suddenly rang in its ear: "Little puppy, have you thought it through?"

Fenrir didn't even need to turn his head to know who he had met, but now his heartbeat was relatively calm: "If I locked you up for the rest of your life, would you be willing?"

"That's impossible, but I didn't do what you did, influencing so many people and changing their lives for my own selfish reasons. So, you're guilty of being locked up."

Fenrir sneered: "Wizards, don't try to impose your morals on me!"

After saying that, Fenrir stepped out of the castle. Just as it was about to accelerate, it felt its body become unresponsive. The wolf froze on the spot, and its consciousness slowly began to drift into darkness.

With a flick of his wrist, Owen created a brand-new werewolf statue that floated up and then walked into the castle. The experiment was finally about to begin.

The public trial began, and the students all experienced a public trial conducted by the Ministry of Magic, gaining valuable insights from the experience.

Fenrir also began to live in Hogwarts for a long time. Of course, they did not give up and ran away several more times. The most successful time was when it ran out of the castle and reached the castle gate, where it was petrified again and then taken back by Owen for experiments.

"The werewolf's blood, flesh, hair, and saliva are all here. I discovered that the real reason it can infect people is the mutation that occurs after its saliva enters the human bloodstream. The so-called transformation on the night of the full moon is due to this mutation, which changes once it comes into contact with moonlight."

Snape listened to Owen's narration while flipping through his notes, but he didn't say anything.

Owen had long been able to concoct the werewolf potion himself, and he also knew its principles. However, what they were discussing now was how to use the potion to prevent werewolves from transforming, rather than keeping the transformed werewolves conscious.

"In Muggle medicine terms, to change this gene mutation, you have to break the gene again, but that's deadly. If it's not done properly, the person might not be cured, but could even die."

Snape nodded, then suddenly spoke up: "I remember, don't vampires also have the ability to transform people, similar to werewolves?"

"Yes."

Irving nodded: "Moreover, this transformation is even more domineering than that of werewolves, so my next step is to try to fuse the two viruses and see what the consequences will be."

"Then you need to be careful. I will try various drugs to treat this virus and see if there is one that can effectively kill the virus without producing harmful substances."

Snape now exudes the aura of a researcher, completely shedding the gloom of a few years ago. With Voldemort's death and his revenge fulfilled, he is now focused on Potions, and whether he can break through to Legendary status is no longer so important.

It was precisely because of this mindset that his strength steadily increased, and now Snape can be considered one of the strongest professors.

Dumbledore's resignation has been approved by the Board of Trustees. After this term ends, he will no longer serve as the Headmaster of Hogwarts, and Professor McGonagall will take over. The position of Vice-Headmaster will fall to Owen.

Just as Fudge had once thought, Irving's path had long been planned. He simply hadn't anticipated that Irving's path would unfold even faster than he'd imagined—not becoming principal at thirty, but rather…

Twenty years old!

The position of vice principal was just a small step for Irving to become principal.

Even the textbooks in schools are well aware of this, but Fenrir, a newcomer, is naturally unaware of it. Instead of accepting its fate, it pretends to cooperate while secretly looking for ways to break the curse on its body, and even tried to seduce the young wizard.

It's a pity that the young wizards these days are all incredibly shrewd. Fenrir, who couldn't offer any real benefits, couldn't fool anyone at all and was reported by the young wizards many times.

"Brother, take my advice and just give up on this idea!"

As the most senior members of the textbook, the vampire family, arguably the biggest bosses in the curriculum, held a position far beyond their usual authority. They spoke to Fenrir in the tone of someone with experience: "Do you think we don't want to run away? Do you think we'd even suddenly attack during class, grab the young wizard, and threaten Owen into releasing us?"

At this point, the vampire sighed deeply: "Alas—we've tried, more than once, but we've all failed. Not only have we failed, but we've also been used as a teaching tool. These days, the professors even encourage us to try it, but! Just that little wand, with just a gentle wave, can completely immobilize our bodies. After a while, we gave up and came to terms with it. Outside, although we're free, it's not entirely safe. Witchers can come knocking at any time. But here, although we're not free, we're safe. Nobody will come here to kill us, right?"

Fenrir, still retaining his wild nature, twitched at the corner of his mouth as he listened.

But when it thought of the basilisk, cat-leopard, and even the fire dragon it had encountered on its first night, all the strength it had just mustered vanished.

Hogwarts has everything imaginable, and what's even more infuriating is that all of these things are related to Owen, his enemy. Even the basilisk, the cat-leopard, and the dragon were all brought by Owen, with the former two being his pets.

When did such a monster appear in the wizarding world?

Voldemort truly deserved to die. What methods are needed to deal with such a monster?

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