Hogwarts: Dumbledore reigned over the wizarding world.

Chapter 250 The Little Wizard Was Eaten by a Giant Wolf

Whether it was his imagination or not, he felt that the forest surrounding the meadow seemed to grow darker, with the branches and leaves of the trees piled up in strange, dark shapes.

It seemed to sway in the wind, or perhaps it was wriggling.

Layer upon layer, heavy and dense, they pressed into the grassland from all directions!

Harry was certain it wasn't a hallucination, because all the sounds vanished in that instant—the sounds of Daphne and Pansy fighting, Lavender and Parvati arguing—

It was as if the pause button had been pressed.

The heavy, deathly shadows of the jungle surrounding the grassland suddenly began to shake violently, and pairs of green eyes, like will-o'-the-wisps, emerged in the darkness!

Along with this came the loud howls of wolves!

"Awooo!"

Even having experienced Vaughn's seemingly ruthless and perverse sense of humor before, I was already mentally prepared, knowing that something personally designed by him couldn't be as simple as playing house.

But when countless giant wolves suddenly burst out of the jungle...

Harry was still shocked by Vaughn's audacity!

Those giant wolves were such elegant yet powerful creatures. They were so huge that even while running, Harry could roughly estimate that they were at least 6 feet tall at the shoulder—much taller than him!

Its thick, silvery fur billowed and danced wildly as it ran, gleaming like a blazing moonlit fire against the bright moonlight.

Even a complete novice in the wizarding world like Harry could tell that these giant wolves were definitely not the ordinary animals found in Muggle society.

They are magical creatures!

Damn!

In the very first practical lesson, Vaughn actually sent magical creatures to attack them!

Harry felt a chill run down his spine as he watched the giant wolves surge towards him, their agile and wild figures exuding a magical mystery and a primal, brutal aura.

He stood there dumbfounded, as if he had been struck by lightning.

To be precise, almost everyone was stunned.

No one could have imagined it would start like this!

Only Hermione reacted.

"Incendio!"

She shouted the incantation, and blazing flames shot out from the tip of her wand. Crimson, concentrated streams of high-temperature plasma ripped through the darkness in an instant, and the lawns along the way withered, dried, and burned at a visible speed.

The flames did not linger.

Under Hermione's control, the spellcaster, they swiftly pounced on the oncoming giant wolves.

If they were ordinary wild beasts, the flames created by the spell could easily scare them away or even kill them, but these are magical creatures.

The giant wolves moved with surprising agility for their enormous size, changing positions as they ran. Flames from the Fire Spell flowed behind them, expanding and howling.

But apart from the hot air from the explosion, the giant wolves were not harmed at all.

Fortunately, Hermione's goal wasn't to kill them. Taking advantage of the moment when the giant wolves were dodging the spell, she waved her wand again and called out, "Harry! Ron!"

Startled, Harry and Ron finally came to their senses and hurriedly drew their wands.

Meanwhile, the young wizards, also startled by Hermione's scream, finally reacted. In an instant, screams, shouts, cries, and the sounds of running around and chanting spells as wands were drawn echoed across the grass below.

From mid-air, Isabella and Vaughn looked down at everything.

"Now I understand why you like Miss Granger. She's calm, composed, and rational. If this were a test, I would definitely give her a perfect score."

Isabella looked down with admiration at Ron, who was casting a spell to block the giant wolf, while Ron frantically drew his wand but failed to cast the spell. She said, "Looks incredibly reliable, doesn't she?"

Vaughn rolled his eyes at her: "Those are indeed her strengths, but I like her not because of those. She's my lover, not a business partner. If a lover is judged by these qualities, then why don't I just find Pandora?"

Isabella feigned surprise, covering her mouth with one hand: "My God, you actually have your eye on Pandora? Her child is only a year younger than you!"

"----Shut up!"

In mid-air, people were joking and chatting, while on the ground, the situation had completely descended into chaos.

Although Hermione's timely warning prevented everyone from standing still like foolish quails and being overwhelmed by the giant wolf, the sudden turn of events—from watching the spectacle one second to being suddenly thrown into battle the next—was still quite shocking.

unexpected.

Almost no one can rationally and decisively come up with the right solution.

Some people, like the Iron Triangle, drew their wands to deal with the situation, such as Draco Malfoy and his henchmen, as well as Seamus and Neville.

But most of the young wizards instinctively wanted to escape back to the castle.

However, when they turned around, they discovered that the strange "sphere" they had come from had disappeared at some point, leaving only an empty lawn behind them and a gloomy jungle in the distance.

However, in their panic, the terrified young wizards didn't have time to dwell on the disappearance of the "sphere." Seeing that there were no giant wolves behind them, they hurriedly fled in that direction.

All of this was observed by Hermione, who was fighting off the giant wolf alongside Harry and Ron in the distance.

A flash of understanding crossed Miss Know-It-All's brown eyes.

She glanced back at Harry and Ron, who were struggling to hold off the giant wolf, and then looked in the distance. In the swaying tall grass, she saw the shadows of Malfoy, Goyle, and Crabbe, who were roaring and casting spells as they fought the giant wolf.

Further away, the screams of the young wizards, pounced on by the giant wolves, gradually faded into the distance.

Hermione suddenly grabbed Harry's sleeve: "Stop, Harry!"

"What?" Harry, interrupted from casting a spell, turned around in surprise, wondering if he had misheard or if Hermione had gone mad.

"Stop! These giant wolves aren't attacking us to kill us, they're trying to force us to run!" Hermione said hastily, casting a glowing spell into the sky.

A huge, bright ball of light, like a signal flare, slowly rose into the air, illuminating the dark grassland as if it were daytime.

Harry was about to say something when he suddenly saw a scene that shocked him—

On the undulating lawn, the once chaotic battlefield now appears clearly divided, with giant wolves emerging from the jungle in small squads, charging towards squads of wizards.

However, their offensive formation left huge gaps.

Harry even witnessed seven panicked Gryffindor and Slytherin wizards huddled together being deliberately separated by two squads of giant wolves, who drove them away in different directions.

"this----"

Ron saw it too, and he exclaimed excitedly, "Ha, I knew it! Vaughn wouldn't have the guts. Looks like we can still play with these wolf cubs for a while—"

He eagerly raised his wand and pointed it at the squad of giant wolves that the three of them had surrounded.

The three giant wolves blocked their path from three directions, further confirming Hermione's guess. Without the sense of crisis that he might die, Ron completely forgot the embarrassment of his spell failing due to fright not long ago, and felt that he was in good shape again.

"Come on! Hit me, you stupid wolf cub!"

He roared excitedly at the three giant wolves and brandished his magic wand menacingly.

The giant wolf slowly came to a stop, its emerald green eyes gleaming in the darkness.

"Ha!" Ron became even more excited. "I knew it, I knew it! It's just a bunch of scare tactics! See, Harry? They won't hurt us, it—"

Before he could finish speaking, the grass beside him rustled, and a huge silver figure rushed past in a flash.

One second later.

"ah"

The drawn-out scream, like the whistle of a passing train, echoed through Ron, Harry, and Hermione's ears along with the violently shaking grass.

"Well----"

Looking at the swaying grass, Ron opened his mouth, then looked at Harry and Hermione, "That was just over there—"

"Giant wolf!"

Hermione said confidently.

"That scream—?"

"It sounds like Neville to me. He was dragged away by a giant wolf!" Hermione continued earnestly.

Ron looked bewildered, as did Harry, but they quickly realized what was happening and their faces turned pale.

"Oh my God!"

"Merlin—!" Ron cried out in horror, clutching his head. "Neville, Neville is dead?"

Hermione rolled her eyes at him: "He was yelling so loudly, he's probably not dead yet, but he might be injured. I smelled blood."

.

Her eyes lit up with a spiritual light, a sign of the Extrasensory Charm.

"What is Vaughn doing!" Ron yelled. "He's committing murder! And you, didn't you say the giant wolves wouldn't kill us? Why is Neville—"

"You need to understand, Ronald, this is a practical lesson. Professor Rozier stated beforehand that he would try to simulate real-world wilderness conditions as closely as possible, and he also mentioned that there would be dangers. Furthermore, while it's true the giant wolf's attack was to drive us away, I didn't say the process would be like child's play; injuries and near-death experiences are both possible!"

Upon hearing this, Ron, who had previously appeared fearless, was so frightened that his freckles became transparent.

He stared in horror at the three pairs of green eyes, barely visible as they swayed with the grass, more than ten feet away, his teeth chattering.

Harry was also scared.

He felt his hand holding the wand trembling; after all, who would want to be dragged away by a giant wolf like a frisbee?

But unlike Ron, he had Occlumency to control his fear: "What do we do next, Hermione?"

The glow of the glow spell in the sky dimmed again, and the gloomy night once more took over the world. As the last faint ray of the glow spell went out, Hermione looked at the three giant wolves, then looked back at the direction behind her, only able to vaguely make out the dark forest at the edge.

She sighed, "Let's follow the rules!"

Although she knew that these giant wolves would likely be the "weakest" and "friendlyest" monsters they would encounter later, "they were already in position."

From mid-air, Isabella, who was looking down at the situation below, saw the last Gryffindor team being dragged into the jungle by giant wolves and turned back to confirm with Vaughn.

"Um!"

Vaughn responded, a glint of inspiration flashing in his eyes.

Isabella then sensed a subtle change in this "world," a change that was neither magic nor any kind of mystical power she was familiar with.

Just like nature.

Just like the ebb and flow of tides and the movement of the earth's crust in reality, these are natural changes, which are the power of this "world" itself.

It responded to Vaughn's call and made "adjustments" according to his request.

Isabella saw the trees in the forest below, their branches stretching out as if painted, and the earth and rocks rising and falling as if painted by a brush.

Even though she had been involved in the transformation of "the world" and had witnessed it many times during this period, she was still amazed by the immense power it contained upon seeing it again: "You're practically like a god from Muggle legend, Vaughn!"

"Thank you for the compliment, but this is the power of magic," Vaughn said calmly as he continued to communicate with "the world."

"Perhaps when magic reaches a certain level, it becomes indistinguishable from that of a god."

"That depends on your definition of 'high.' I probably don't need to remind you again, this is an alchemical artifact created by Dumbledore. As its creator, Dumbledore's level determined its upper limit."

Isabella was somewhat speechless: "Isn't Dumbledore's level the limit you're aiming for?"

Vaughn did not answer, but instead asked, "Do you think Dumbledore has the truth?"

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"—Of course not!"

Vaughn shrugged, no need for further replies, and focused on continuing to communicate with the world.

Isabella, however, seemed somewhat lost in thought.

Previously, although she had always supported Vaughn, in essence, her actions at that time were more like a rebellion against her family and the rigid system of the current wizarding world. You say that Vaughn Weasley's theories are nonsense, heretical potions.

I'll support him anyway and help him smash the stubborn monopoly of discourse power held by the vested interests.

Even later, when she actually began to communicate with Vaughn and was impressed by his magic extraction methods and properties theory, she never had high expectations of him in her heart.

"At most, it will only open up a new school of potion-making. At a higher level, it may lead to the reform of the entire potion-making system, just like the modern spell system reshaped magic or the Golden Soul theory reshaped alchemy."

Although such expectations are already quite high.

But that's all.

She never really understood what Vaughn's true ambitions were.

Until this trip to Hogwarts, until those conversations Dumbledore had with her a couple of days ago while Vaughn was away—

Isabella shook off her chaotic thoughts; now was not the time to think about those things.

Silently watching the terrain below gradually slow down, the contours of the woodlands and mountains slowly became like a maze, separating the teams of young wizards and assigning them to different areas according to the "preset".

She spoke again: "No wonder you're so determined to push for practical classes. These young wizards are indeed incredibly undisciplined; they're just giant wolves bred from werewolves. Apart from Granger and Harry Potter's team, most of them don't seem to have any ability to resist. However—"

Isabella looked up at the full moon in the sky above this "world," then looked down at the giant wolf roaming through the forest.

Suddenly feeling a bit timid: "Wasn't your opening a bit too extreme? — If those parents knew we were treating their kids like this, I'm afraid they'd tear me apart!"

Are you scared?

"What nonsense! I, Isabella Rozier, will never be afraid of anyone in my life!"

"What's the point of saying anything then?" Vaughn scoffed.

Isabella, who claimed she wasn't afraid, said sheepishly, "I'm just worried that the giant wolves might hurt the little wizard and cause him to get wolf-like symptoms."

"Don't worry," Vaughn said, "These giant wolves bred by werewolves don't suffer from feralism!"

The giant wolves that "hunt" the young wizard below are, of course, werewolf descendants that Vaughn later found out, who were taken in by Dumbledore.

They are different from ordinary werewolves.

Ordinary werewolves are born from wolfification, while these giant wolves are natural "werewolfs" born from the conception of werewolf couples on a full moon night when they have transformed!

Of course, although they are called werewolves, they actually only have the appearance of giant wolves throughout their lives and no longer possess human characteristics.

Therefore, in a sense, giant wolves have escaped the scope of the man-made curse of "wolfification" and have become a new species belonging to the laws of nature.

In theory, they should no longer be troubled by wolfification.

Vaughn later found them and confirmed this through experiments on the magical moon in the small world—the werewolf virus still remained in the giant wolves' bodies, but it was much less "toxic," and they were no longer affected by the full moon.

Vaughn is not yet sure how this change came about. He can only speculate based on the conditions under which the giant wolf was born. It may be due to the mystery bestowed by the full moon ritual and natural evolution, which ultimately led to the creation of the giant wolf.

"The wizard who created the werewolf virus probably never imagined that, a thousand years later, his creation would eventually evolve into this species."

Looking down at the swaying grass below, at the giant wolves charging and fighting against the magic of the young wizards, Vaughn murmured.

Isabella had read Vaughn's series of papers on the werewolf virus and knew that the werewolf virus was not naturally occurring, but a curse developed by an ancient wizard.

Through his research on the werewolf virus, Vaughn also speculated that the wizard may have been trying to use the spread and modification of the werewolf virus to create some kind of shell.

So she immediately asked, "How can you be sure the giant wolves aren't the species the wizard wants? They look very strong, look."

She pointed down to the edge of a woodland where the terrain had changed.

It seems that Draco Malfoy, Goyle, and Crabbe, the "iron triangle" of Slytherin, are still unaware of the purpose behind the giant wolf's appearance.

Under Malfoy's command, the squad is fighting desperately against the three giant wolves that are driving them away.

The spells they used were very powerful.

All three were pure-bloods, and although their performance in their first year was terrible, their knowledge of magic was far inferior to that of Muggle-borns like Hermione, who had exceptional learning abilities.

But that was only because they were not yet 11 years old, and their magical burst had not yet ended, so it was not suitable for them to receive magical education too early, so as not to cause unknown mistakes.

After receiving a year of education at Hogwarts, the magical burst ended, and he officially entered puberty, such concerns naturally disappeared.

Pure-blood families are clearly not lacking in powerful magic; the three of them probably learned a lot at home during the summer vacation.

Isabella saw that Malfoy used a dark magic called "Oolong Emerges from the Cave".

Although the effect of Malfoy's spell almost made her laugh out loud, the poor little snake was "squeezed" out of the tip of Malfoy's wand like a toothpaste tube.

However, although it looks funny, as a form of black magic, the snake summoned by the dragon emerging from its cave is highly venomous.

Then there were Goyle and Crabbe, who used the Illegal Growth Curse and the Guts-Removing Curse, two extremely vicious curses and spells whose names don't reflect their true nature.

A body structure that causes the growth of tissues that defy the laws of nature, using physical deformities to impair a person's athletic ability and physical health.

One of them can directly rip out the target's intestines.

Although the latter was developed into surgical magic by St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Arts, it cannot erase the ruthless and vicious nature of its creator when it was developed, which involved ripping out other people's intestines.

However, these dark spells had no effect on the giant wolf.

The light emitted from the tips of Gore and Crabbe's staffs disintegrated the moment it touched the giant wolf's fur, and the two agile figures leaping and pouncing forward did not even pause for a moment.

The snake Malfoy released was somewhat threatening; it sprang up and bit the paw of the giant wolf that was leading the charge against Malfoy.

Unfortunately, it was too small, so its fangs might not have broken the skin or bit into the toenail.

In short, the giant wolf stopped, ripped the small snake off, and stomped it to death—the whole thing took about a second. Then the giant wolf continued its attack, pinning Malfoy down and taking him into its mouth.

The Slytherin trio screamed in terror as they sped away, the branches of the trees swaying.

Watching their small, helpless figures disappear into the dense forest as they were carried away by the giant wolf, Isabella shrugged at Vaughn: "Amazing resistance to magic—I know you might say that the Malfoys are too weak to unleash the power of dark magic, but no matter how weak they are, the spells themselves are still quite profound. At least I wouldn't dare stand there and take a Guts-Splitting Curse."

She spoke with great enthusiasm, completely oblivious to what the young wizards would encounter after being dragged away by the giant wolf. Compared to that, she seemed more interested in understanding Vaughn's progress in his research on werewolves.

Vaughn glanced at her, his expression calm, and asked in return, "What do you see as the difference between humans and magical creatures?"

"Huh?" Isabella paused, seemingly not understanding why she was asked that, but still blurted out, "Wisdom?"

"Do you think giant wolves possess intelligence?"

"Yes!" In the past few days, while modifying the small world, Isabella had contact with the magical creatures she recruited and learned a lot about them.

Giant wolves are naturally intelligent; in fact, it could be said that these giant wolves whose parents are werewolves are almost indistinguishable from real humans in terms of intelligence, emotions, social cognition, and so on, except for their wolf appearance.

After all, they were originally created by humans.

Vaughn continued, "So, do invisible beasts have intelligence? Do unicorns have intelligence? And centaurs? Fishmen?"

this----

Isabella was speechless in the face of that barrage of questions.

The magical creatures that Vaughn mentioned all have intelligence similar to that of humans. Clearly, her conclusion that the difference between humans and magical creatures lies in intelligence is untenable.

Without waiting for her answer, Vaughn continued, "Muggles might think intelligence is unique to humans, but that's clearly not the case in the wizarding world. In my opinion, while intelligence is certainly one of the differences between humans and beasts, what's more important is that humans have freed hands!"