RNP Chapter 141 Werewolf Catching
Chapter 141 Werewolf Catching
Chapter 141 Werewolf Catching
"Don't worry, miss, the matter is already being handled," Larvin said with a smile.
The werewolf in the distance seemed to be facing some kind of natural enemy, and was about to exhale.
He was then struck unconscious by red light emitted from several suddenly appearing figures.
Then, the group of people carrying the werewolf who had fallen to the ground suddenly disappeared.
"How do you say the Oblivion Spell?" Larvin was unsure.
"We still need to use the Oblivion Charm. But has no one from the French Ministry of Magic come? We don't know anything about this werewolf—" Since becoming an apprentice of Nicolas Flamel, Ryan has been considered half a member of the French magical world, and a very important figure in it, as well as the future head of Beauxbatons School.
He certainly understood that Larvin, as an outsider, was indeed in a difficult position to make a decision at this time, because whether he did a lot or a little, did it well or badly, it could become a topic of gossip and buck-passing.
"Actually, using the Oblivion Spell this time might not be very effective." Ryan emitted a dazzling light, and the ball of light rapidly rose above the crowd's heads before exploding violently.
"Why do you say that?" Julia asked softly. She didn't understand why the boy would say that. The Oblivion Charm was clearly an invincible magic weapon in the wizarding world, so why didn't it work this time?
"They have a network, and the Oblivion Spell can't be used on electronic data," Ryan said, shrugging. Electronic data is immune to magical attacks; it only takes physical ones.
As the two spoke, countless points of light fell like raindrops, and both the injured and the uninjured felt relaxed and at ease as they were bathed in the light rain.
Moreover, the injured person's wounds were healing rapidly, and the torn limbs were flying up on their own, reattaching to the broken ends, and healing under the rain of light.
But as the light faded, they gradually became somewhat intoxicated, increasingly unconscious, as if in a dream. But when they woke up, they found that they remembered nothing.
At the same time, the scattered light spots on the ground also cleaned up the bloodstains, more effectively than the most efficient bloodstain removers, and even masked the metallic smell.
If you master magic, you won't even need hydrogen peroxide.
As the tourists finally came to their senses, they wondered, "What happened to us?"
"I don't know."
"I came here with friends, where are my friends?"
"Why are we standing on the outer edge? What's that empty space in the middle for?" Someone pointed to the empty space in the center of the circle of people, which was completely deserted.
Many people followed his gaze and felt a chill run down their spines. It was the most eerie place. Why would such an empty space appear in a bustling tourist destination? It seemed that everyone was avoiding this space like the plague.
"Let's go, let's go, there's something wrong with this place."
These kinds of views spread like a plague among the people, one to ten, ten to a hundred, until gradually everyone left the place in an orderly fashion.
But the photos they kept on their phones and those they uploaded to the internet are still generating buzz.
Nava felt a sudden dizziness and found herself in a luxurious private room.
There were still many plates on the table in the private room, steaming hot, and the cutlery and bowls looked like they were being used, as if the people here had just gone out.
In the corner of the room, the rampaging werewolf was bound, its body covered by illusory, transparent, colorful chains.
The chains looked like soft graffiti, yet they were so strong and indestructible that they bound this brute force monster firmly to the spot, preventing it from moving.
The two men who brought them in were standing by the window, looking outside.
There were other men in the room, some in suits, some in loose, comical robes, and others in bizarre, outlandish costumes.
These people were looking at the two of them with scrutinizing eyes, their attention especially on them, as if they were all puzzled that this person did not seem to be a witch.
Nava's heart was burning with passion.
That passion stems from the unveiling of the truth and the exploration of knowledge deep within the world.
Larvin looked out the window, frowning. "Ryan, aren't you doing a bit sloppy work?"
Based on his understanding of Ryan, the normal procedure would be to induce a prolonged coma and guide these people to disperse and return home.
Instead of what we have now, where people simply lose a small part of their memory at the scene and then leave with questions.
"I told the principal before I came here, and the teachers all know. Who knows where they might be spying on us? They haven't said anything. I don't need to go to such lengths to settle things, since I can't control what's online." Ryan stood by the window, trying to see where he could spot a few members of the old wizarding group.
"No wonder you were so slow to react back then."
Larvin gripped his sleeve: "Could it be—the headmaster and the others?"
also.."
"Don't ask me, I don't know, don't talk nonsense." Ryan shook his head and denied it three times in a row. He really didn't know what Dumbledore was thinking.
"Excuse me, Mr. Ryan, my name is Julia Wilkinson, and I am an Auror from the Magical Congress."
Julia felt reassured that she had found a wizarding organization, especially after hearing the words "Hogwarts".
Because the one who wounded them the most was only defeated after Dumbledore stepped in.
This is why the members of the Magical Congress have a natural filter for Dumbledore, but only in terms of his personality and affability, not in terms of his perceived strength.
"I have always admired your school's Headmaster, Dumbledore. Mr. Dumbledore is the greatest wizard of this century, and a great figure in the entire history of magic!"
"Miss Julia, on behalf of the headmaster, I accept your praise." Ryan turned around. "Please take a seat, and let's talk in detail."
"Okay, okay, by the way, this is Ms. Nava Morgan, my friend." Julia pulled Nava to sit down, only then realizing that she hadn't introduced anyone.
Ryan and Larvin conjured up two more chairs and sat down.
Then someone went out and ordered more dishes.
"Miss Wilkinson. I've heard of your name. Could you please enlighten me on what happened today? How did you get here in France?" In reality, he had only heard of the Wilkinson family, one of the Twelve Oro of the Magic Council, and had never heard of Julia Wilkinson at all, but Ryan remained calm and answered without batting an eye.
"I came here on vacation with Sister Nava," Julia explained her situation in general.
From investigating the Great Lakes incident to becoming acquainted with Nava Morgan, and then to her feeling so happy there that she didn't want to leave.
Just these past two days, while I was traveling in France, for some reason, that werewolf suddenly attacked me after seeing me, forcing me to fight back.
"Hey guys, who's had Auror training?" Larvin called out. "Let's buff that werewolf guy over there and ask him what he's thinking."
"I've studied it, I know how to get him to talk," Julia said, raising her hand.
But everyone ignored her.
Nava, who was next to her, gently patted the little girl on the shoulder.
"The things you learn in Auror training might work on wizards, but on werewolves they're just a tickle. You might as well use Truth Potion." A current Auror from the British wizarding world has given this firsthand account, and his words are far more credible than Julia's.
Nava was listening intently, because she was curious why so many people didn't know about the existence of wizards, and also why wizards had to hide themselves.
She was also very curious about what magic was, and what the so-called Oblivion Curse was all about.
At the same time, she was trying to understand what they were saying, believing that these wizards were trying to extract a confession through torture.
Suddenly, she felt that the wizard in her mind had changed from handsome and mysterious to somewhat handsome and savage.
This savagery is not due to the barbarians' lack of understanding of civilization and education, but rather because, in her perception, the image of the wizard has gradually moved away from fairy tales and into reality.
At that moment, she noticed the younger Ryan Will, and with a flick of her wrist, a small glass crystal bottle appeared in her hand.
She saw Ryan gently push the crystal bottle onto the table. "What a coincidence. Professor Snape taught me this, and I studied it quite diligently. Shall we give this werewolf a little?"
"No! Using Truth Potion without permission violates wizarding law! We've already broken the secrecy law!" Julia exclaimed.
There are also wizarding laws and secret laws. Nava looked up at her ears.