Hogwarts: Dumbledore reigned over the wizarding world.

Chapter 208 The Strong Should Enjoy Everything

Isabella was somewhat puzzled by this choice, as werewolves had the greatest advantage in small and complex environments, especially when facing wizards from the Magic Council who each possessed a flying broom.

The impoverished werewolves lost air superiority from the very beginning. Without air superiority, the werewolves were nothing more than easy targets for the wizards of the Magic Council who rode broomsticks at high speed.

"What are they doing? Suicide?"

The question had barely surfaced in Isabella's not-so-bright mind after her transformation when she realized that the werewolves weren't insane.

They gave up their only advantage because they needed to cover for someone!

Pandora Lovegood!

She emerged from the forest, as if casting a spell on herself, gliding swiftly and lightly across the hillside and plunging downhill.

Near and far, many werewolves surrounded her, including Peters, who had confronted her earlier—his tall stature and jet-black fur, as striking as his skin, made him stand out.

Rumble!

Amidst the thunderclap in the clear sky, several bolts of lightning struck the peculiar group descending the mountain, only to be blocked by an ultimate armor spell cast by the werewolves.

As wizards from the Magic Council swooped down, intercepted, and chased after them, the werewolves never stopped. As some pursued them, others would automatically break away from the group and entangle themselves with the pursuers.

Even if someone gets injured by accident, they will stay behind automatically so as not to slow down the team.

Peters' howls became increasingly varied, as he used the werewolf's "language" to issue commands.

Through the horrific sacrifice, Isabella saw that Pandora had finally returned to the valley, to the camp that had been shattered by the previous "meteorite shower".

The Magic Congress also seemed to have noticed the unusual behavior of this group.

A few horns sounded in the air, and more and more wizards, like a dense swarm of bees, rushed towards the camp one after another. Led by Peters, the werewolves who had escorted Pandora into the camp turned around and, like small rocks standing on the beach, met the wizards who outnumbered them several times over!

The magical light flickered a few times and then went out.

Pandora ignored everything and rushed to the ruins of the training ground without looking back. As she wildly waved her wand, the broken walls and rubble floated up and were left far behind.

"Clearing rubble? What is she looking for?"

A question arose in Isabella's mind.

At the same time, in the flying vehicle in mid-air, Josiah Parker, who had also been watching her and the werewolves' movements, looked at Donald with a puzzled expression: "Has that witch gone mad?"

Donald pursed his lips tightly, his eyes also showing confusion.

But after a few breaths, his eyes suddenly widened, and on the gentle slope to the southwest of the valley below, Isabella's deformed squirrel also suddenly opened its mouth wide—

The last few logs were hurled into the air, and the ground, softened by the bombing, collapsed completely, sending powdery stone fragments and soil flying as Pandora blew them away with the gusts of wind from her wand.

Amidst the billowing smoke and dust, a faint glimmer of light suddenly appeared.

Even from a distance, Isabella recognized it at a glance—it was an envelope from Kingsley and Umbridge.

Amid Donald's astonishment, Josiah Parker's furrowed brow and ominous premonition, and Isabella's sudden realization.

Pandora, her long dress billowing, raised her wand and gently tapped it on the envelope.

Silently.

Without any dazzling light effects or sounds, the envelope burst into flames!

"——"

Gripping his wand tightly, he stared intently at Josiah Parker below. After waiting a while, finding nothing happening, he turned to Donald and asked, "What's wrong with her?"

The words had barely left his mouth.

A strange, tingling sensation swept across the ground, the sky, and over everyone—

"Remus, get up!"

Hahahaha

Faint calls and laughter drifted over. Lu Ping groggily opened his eyes, his brain, still immersed in a frenzied dream, paused for a while before starting to function again.

Then came a tidal wave of pain, as if my head was about to split open!

"Hmm"

He groaned and covered his head, breathing heavily so hard that his trachea seemed to be tearing apart. Along with the air rushing in, there was also an enticing sweet smell.

Lupin sniffed a few times and followed the scent. About 20 feet away from his bedroom, in the suite's living room, a girl was sitting with her back to him, watching a variety show on TV.

The laughter I vaguely heard earlier was coming from the television.

The fragrance emanated from the girl.

So hot, so intense, so tempting!

Lupin twitched his erect dog ears, and could even hear the sound of liquid being pumped and flowing, like the tides, and the aroma of meat—

My throat bobbed involuntarily!

I want to tear it apart, gnaw on it, and devour it.

Damn!

Lupin quickly suppressed his thoughts. He knew it was the eve of the full moon, and the side effects of being half-wolf were something that even the wolf poison couldn't completely eliminate for the time being; it was a kind of animalistic instinct.

He looked down and saw his hands, which had transformed into wolf claws.

Lu Ping shook hands with a mixture of familiarity and awkwardness, then got up and walked toward the living room. But when he reached the door, he glanced at his hands again, stopped, and stood in the shadows.

His lips moved a few times, as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't get the words out.

At that moment, Tonks, sitting on the living room sofa, turned around and saw him in the shadows: "You're awake? I heard from others that you were busy until very late yesterday. Seriously, Remus, you shouldn't have let me leave last night. I could have helped you—uh, why didn't you come out?"

"————" Lupin didn't answer her question, changing the subject: "I think I heard you call me, is there something you need?"

The carefree Tonks didn't notice his odd behavior: "Vaughn is gathering everyone, including our Auror squad, the WAC, and the wizarding families. It seems to be related to the mission Kingsley carried out yesterday."

Lupin looked around. The doors to the other bedrooms in the suite were all closed. Last night, someone like him had been living inside, enduring the transformation of a werewolf, but now the room was empty.

"Has everyone else set off?"

Tonks blew a bubble coolly, flipped his wrist as if to check the time, then was dismayed to find his watch malfunctioning: "Damn magic field—yes, they've already headed to the rendezvous point. You still have a little time to freshen up."

"oh----"

Tonks, who was intently watching TV, turned around when he heard no movement and found Lupin still hiding in the shadows: "Bro, what's wrong?"

"—Could you wait for me outside?"

Why?

Tonks blinked curiously, and then a voice came from outside the door: "Miss Tonks, could you please take me to the meeting point?"

The two looked over and saw a huge wolf's head peeking in from the half-open front door of the suite.

It's Matthew!

His half-wolf fur was grayish-white, as conspicuous as the scars on Lupin's face, making him easily recognizable even though he was now unrecognizable.

Tonks glanced at Matthew outside the door, then at Lupin hiding in the shadows, understood something, and pouted as she walked out of the suite.

As soon as the door closed, she said angrily, "You deliberately took me away, didn't you? What are you hiding from me?"

"It's nothing, you're overthinking it."

Just over ten seconds ago, Matthew had asked Tonks to take him to the rendezvous point. Now, he showed no signs of being lost and led the grumbling Tonks to the elevator lobby, pressing the button for the top floor.

"Don't try to fool me. I, Tonks, am not stupid. Remus is afraid to see me, isn't he? You're covering for him."

"Hmm!" Matthew gave a perfunctory hum.

Tonks was very dissatisfied: "I told him yesterday that no matter what he becomes, we will still be friends, and I will not look down on him. Why is he still so sensitive and fragile? I thought that a middle-aged man like him would be very strong and would take many things lightly —"

Matthew shrugged as he listened to Tonks's incessant chatter.

The vulnerability of middle-aged people often strikes unexpectedly.

Middle-aged people can indeed take many things less seriously, but they can also be exceptionally serious in front of people they care about.

Matthew, being middle-aged himself, understands this mentality all too well.

So when he passed by outside the door just now, he helped Lupin out of the blue. The poor guy, I don't know what possessed him, but he just happened to fall for such a carefree witch as Nymphadora Tonks.

These past few days, everyone at the hotel, including those from the Federation, knew that Remus Lupin was interested in Tonks; his gaze towards her was practically smitten. Only Tonks herself remained oblivious.

Of course, Matthew's help was limited to this. Compared to the sticky, entangled love between a werewolf and a witch, his attention was more focused on today's mission.

Unlike Tonks's limited understanding, Matthew, who is gradually replacing Lupin as Vaughn's right-hand man, knew about today's mission long ago—they were probably going to fight the most powerful force in North America, the Magic Congress!

Some time ago, after the battle caused by Jack Graves' betrayal, Mr. Weasley began preparing a plan to lead the werewolves out of North America.

However, according to Mr. Weasley, the time was not right at that time.

"Mr. Weasley needs a strong, temporarily united Magical Congress to force the werewolves to make a choice—"

Matthew couldn't quite describe his feelings.

The reason he was willing to join Vaughn's ranks was because Vaughn had promised that one day, werewolves would be able to live with dignity in the sunlight.

That's why he, who had long since given up on the world, was able to pull himself together, determined to say goodbye to his past self, and follow Vaughn Weasley to see if the other could really do it.

"Forced—dignity, living in the sunlight, it shouldn't be like this—"

Although Matthew understood that DeSantis's presence made North America dangerous and unpredictable, rationally speaking, temporarily taking a group of werewolves away from North America and returning after the situation stabilized was a prudent choice.

But how many people can truly think about problems from a rational perspective?

Moreover, facing the Magical Congress head-on, this behemoth that rules over all wizards in America, is inherently a very dangerous thing.

But Matthew understood even better that Mr. Vaughn Weasley was actually quite dissatisfied with the frequent unexpected events that had occurred with the plan.

They were dissatisfied with the greed of the 12 purebloods, the infighting within the Magic Council, and also with the mastermind behind the scenes, a man named DeSantis, who was suspected to be a legendary wizard.

As the elevator ascended to the top floor amidst his chaotic thoughts, the car doors opened, and he walked up the fire escape to the rooftop.

The once empty rooftop was now filled with people.

There were werewolf committee members from the visiting delegation who had become half-wolf, normal wizard committee members and Aurors, and young members from several wizarding families in England who had been recruited by Mr. Weasley.

Everyone waited quietly; no one spoke.

At the far end of the silent crowd, near the edge of the rooftop, Vaughn stood with his back to everyone.

The ocean wind was moist and fierce, whipping his velvet robes, which fluttered wildly in the wind, and his red hair swayed like flames.

Just like the gleam in Mr. Weasley's eyes that Matthew occasionally glimpsed—fiery and intense.

He knew that Mr. Weasley had actually been holding back for a long time, ever since the first day he entered North American territorial waters and was captured and restrained by the DreamNet.

From the moment he arrived in Boston, realizing that the Magical Congress was brazenly using the Dreamcatcher to monitor him, Mr. Weasley was forced to retreat into his suitcase.

As each individual, each conspiracy, and each insatiable greed revolved around him and the WAC, Mr. Weasley consistently suppressed his temper.

Matthew wasn't the only one to notice this; almost everyone who had come into contact with Mr. Weasley could vaguely sense it.

I sensed his growing impatience!

Whether intentionally or unintentionally, the wizards on the rooftop naturally formed several small groups based on their respective origins.

The WAC members gathered in one place.

Wizard families stick together.

The Aurors, on the other hand, were another group.

Humans seem to always be enthusiastic about forming cliques, and it's ingrained in their bones. Even a carefree guy like Tonks subconsciously waved goodbye to Matthew and walked towards the Aurors.

Of course, Matthew doesn't have the problem of which team he belongs to.

He wasn't close to either the WAC or the wizarding families, let alone the Aurors who had been his enemies in the past.

Pushing through the crowd, Matthew stood behind Vaughn.

Seemingly noticing his arrival, she tilted her head slightly, looking down at Vaughn against the wind, and asked, "Is everyone here?"

"Mr. Lupin hasn't arrived yet. He stayed up late last night looking after the werewolf committee members to ensure their half-werewolf transformation went smoothly. However, he'll be here soon."

Vaughn nodded, not mentioning Lupin, but glancing at the expression on his face: "You have something to say to me?"

"————"

Matthew always felt that Mr. Weasley's personality and experience were nothing like those of a 12-year-old wizard; it was as if a middle-aged soul was housed in that young body.

Throughout this period of contact, no matter how he tried to hide it, Mr. Weasley was always able to detect the changes in his emotions immediately.

Just like now.

Now that his thoughts had been seen through, Matthew decided to break his silence and voice his initial doubts and considerations, subtly reminding him: "—I think you seem to have fallen into an emotional trap, behaving too willfully and—arrogantly!"

Matthew paused and considered his words carefully before finally uttering the word "arrogant."

He was not a smooth or tactful person. He admired the promises Vaughn had made to him and respected Vaughn's research on wolfsbane and his formation of the WAC.

Therefore, he especially didn't want to see Vaughn fail, which is why he said those words.

But to Matthew's surprise, Vaughn didn't seem to mind his sharp criticism, only giving him a half-smile and saying, "Those people in the Magic Council probably think the same way you do."

"————?" Matthew asked, puzzled.

"Arrogant—an interesting assessment, but Matthew, when those 12 purebloods coveted WAC, would you consider them arrogant?"

When asked by Vaughn, Matthew was about to speak, but suddenly stopped.

Vaughn shrugged. "See, your reaction proves you never even had that thought. So, dear Matthew, can you tell me why you don't think the 12 purebloods are arrogant?"

The answer is actually quite simple.

"Because the 12 purebloods are very strong, you'll subconsciously place them in a superior position, and then their greed and domineering behavior become reasonable—the strong deserve to enjoy everything!"

"By the same token, you think I'm arrogant because you subconsciously place me below them. In your mindset, or rather, in the minds of most people, it's only natural for the weak to be bullied by the strong. If the strong want something from you, and you refuse to give it to them and even try to resist, then you're just overestimating yourself!"

"I----"

Matthew's face, covered by short gray hair, made it impossible to discern his expression, but despite his lips moving a few times, he ultimately uttered no words of rebuttal.

This made Vaughn shake his head slightly: "That idea isn't wrong, it's just that you've misjudged my and the Magic Council's position—actually, that's partly my fault!"

He chuckled and sighed, "Actually, I only recently came to my senses. Before, I was too fixated on bringing WAC to North America. The plan itself wasn't the problem; the problem was that I was too impatient, to the point of being overly cautious."

"If I'm arrogant, then my arrogance lies in actually attempting to complete the North American WAC formation plan in just over a month—now that I think about it, perhaps things went too smoothly for me in England. I was a member of Wizengamot myself, and I had the support of Dumbledore, Amelia, and others behind me. With their help, the WAC progressed smoothly, which made me overlook the fact that the essence of the world is the law of the jungle, a cruel and naked social Darwinism!"

"I arrogantly thought that as long as I chose the right allies and then formed alliances and divided others, they would be of one mind with me. I completely failed to notice that I had not demonstrated any strength worthy of respect and equal treatment in the jungle of North America."

"It wasn't until the Pureblood Alliance contacted me last time that I realized that in their eyes, I was never a collaborator, but a piece of fat meat, a delicious cake."

As they were talking, the door to the rooftop in the distance opened and closed, and Lu Ping hurriedly walked in.

He covered his head completely and didn't even go near Vaughn, instead walking into the WAC team, which was far away from the Auror team.

Neither of them noticed the middle-aged werewolf's "shyness".

Vaughn continued, "Ultimately, wizards who believe in the power of their own magic value a wizard's magical abilities most. And it is precisely this point that I haven't addressed since arriving in North America—studying and researching WAC."

My desire for expansion made me overlook its importance.

"However, it's not too late!"

Gazing at the sunlit city, Vaughn's eyes were deep as he led the Magic Council to the werewolves' hiding place, using external threats to force them to make a choice.

At the same time, it was also the stage that Vaughn had prepared for himself.

Hyenas dare to steal food from lions because lions are protecting their cubs and are hesitant to harm them.

Similarly, whether it's the 12 Purebloods or the Pureblood Alliance, they believe they have him under control because he wants to create the North American WAC, which requires the participation and support of local forces.

For some time now, he has been hesitant and full of concerns.

Until DeSantis reappeared, he not only completely gave up his illusions, but also shed his shackles!

"Since you both want to overpower me, let's see who's stronger!"

Facing the wind, a magical glimmer flickered in his slightly narrowed eyes.

At a certain moment, the envelope to which he had cast the spell was finally activated.

A message traveled across a vast distance and projected into Vaughn's mind. He closed his eyes and "watched" the message, enveloped in magic, shimmering in his mind and meandering across the map of his memories.

Then it stopped in a mountain range!

A strange feeling welled up inside me.

That information is a location, a parameter.

Unlike the traditional Apparition of the magical world, the "Dimensional Gate," based on Muggle science, allows for precise insertion of parameters and quietly connects to a new spatial node!

Vaughn opened his eyes.

The next second, a spherical surface unfolded in front of him.

He stepped inside, and his vision suddenly changed, as if a painting had been abruptly flipped over. The steel jungle suddenly folded over, and a primeval jungle unfolded before his eyes.

Along with the river, one can also see the rushing water, the sunken valley, the mudflats covered with smoke, and the dense array of wizards hanging in the air.

The instant everything came into view, Vaughn had already cast a spell: "Multispectral Vision Charm!"

A flash of magical light appeared, and everything danced before his eyes like ripples and musical notes!

"The stage is ready, the music is about to start—"

Vaughn smiled, raised his wand, and with a gentle shake, a ripple emanated from it—a trace of light waves, and also a sign of the combined effect of sound and light.

The panel flickered, and the name of a newly created spell, only a few hours old, popped up:

【Infrasound Mantra LV1 (1/6)】

Vaughn could not hear the sound.

No one in the world can see it.

Because it is not matter, but a wave, a phenomenon in which energy emitted by the vibration of matter propagates through a medium.

Therefore, it is different from light, which also exhibits wave properties. Light has particle properties and can be both energy and matter.

Sound has no particle nature!

The lack of particle nature means that it can never be directly observed like light or other similar matter.

We can only observe it indirectly.

At this moment, Vaughn used the Multispectral Vision Charm, utilizing the acousto-optic effect, to determine the direction and frequency of sound waves by altering the refraction of light waves in a medium (air).

That feeling is like observing the ripples on the surface of a pond to indirectly determine the objects swimming in the water!

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