great-warnovel Chapter 218 Late Night Snack Time
Chapter 218 Late Night Snack Time
Chapter 218 Late Night Snack Time
Upon returning to the castle, Dumbledore and Narcissa greeted the children.
Upon hearing that her son had killed many werewolves, Lady Malfoy worriedly pulled her son close, touching him to check for any wounds.
Dumbledore, that old ghost, doesn't need to sleep and wanders around the school all day. However, he still carefully changes into a set of pajamas to appear in front of people, so that the children won't think he's just returned from a party in the middle of the night.
In the deep of night, the illusory city of London had vanished, and the wizards from other places had dispersed from the temporary camp beneath the castle.
This allowed Hermione to fly over on a large rock without attracting anyone's attention.
"Would you like some late-night snacks? You must all be starving after such a big battle," Dumbledore greeted the children with a smile.
Dobby appeared with a snap, winked at Draco, and placed a basket of sandwiches and cockroach milk on the long table.
Apart from Maria being sent to the school hospital, Dumbledore and the others sat around the Gryffindor long table chatting.
"Percy, you'd better keep a close eye on your brothers while you're at school. The castle's safety is in your hands." Professor McGonagall had taken the older students to the Scottish Highlands again and wouldn't be back for a few more days.
Except for Ginny, the entire Weasley family was at school, especially the twins, the pranksters, who would definitely not miss such a rare opportunity to blow up the toilet.
"Hey! Professor, we've been very good!" George protested.
"And we came in such a hurry that we didn't even bring the tools we were going to use!" Fred added.
"But perhaps we can use what we have on hand; there should be a lot of interesting things in the Fairy Realm!" George had already planned this out.
"Oh bro, why did you blurt that out! The professor might not let us go!"
"I believe the professor wouldn't be so cruel! We have the best headmaster; he wouldn't abandon the poor twins and leave them all alone in the castle!"
Percy glared at them, but Dumbledore remained smiling gently.
"Having just survived a brutal battle, they're already yearning for new adventures. Young people really have boundless energy."
Harry wolfed down his sandwich, white milk stains still clinging to his lips, and looked up, saying, "Don't underestimate us, we're pretty powerful now!"
"More than fifty werewolves! We took care of them with ease! Without even getting hurt!" Ron proudly raised his head.
Indeed, even adult wizards would have to be cautious when dealing with a wolf pack of this size, since being bitten means the end of their lives. They have to be careful and cautious.
In contrast, these children, knowing that Hermione and a sufficient supply of wolfsbane potion were behind them, acted fearlessly and bravely, and their strength was increasingly approaching or even surpassing the level of ordinary adult wizards.
"Actually, what you were dealing with was just a chaotic pack of wolves without any organization." Hermione took a sip of cockroach milk.
"If I hadn't taken care of Hogg first, and Percy, Cedric, and Maria hadn't tied up the three wizard werewolves one after another, if the remaining Muggle werewolves had organized themselves, you would probably have been in a tough fight, since there were just too many of them." She routinely poured cold water on the children's enthusiasm to prevent them from becoming arrogant.
Lupin remained in werewolf form, keeping his eyes focused on his body, and tried to sit on the bench as much as possible.
He sipped a glass of pumpkin juice: "Hermione is right. There's a big difference between organized werewolves and unorganized ones. I've seen Greyback lead his army in a charge. They destroyed Volgograd's largest Muggle fortress in a single encounter, and stormed into the civilian refuge area inside the bunker amidst artillery fire and a torrent of steel."
"In that battle, although the werewolves also suffered heavy losses, they quickly replenished their numbers using the large number of Muggles in the bunker. In fact, these Muggles, who had just become werewolves, were killing for the first time..."
It will get even crazier.
Neville pondered, "Werewolves are so fierce, why are there so few of them being wiped out?"
Lupin explained, "Because of food, werewolves have enormous appetites, and to maintain their wolf form, they need to consume large amounts of meat. But they don't engage in production; they rely solely on hunting. Where in the wasteland can the food supply so many werewolves be provided?"
"Even if we plunder and devour every settlement we can find, we can't sustain an ever-growing population, and this is not a sustainable way to develop."
"Therefore, Greyback divided the werewolves into small groups, appointing his princes and confidants as leaders of the groups, and scattering them throughout the world."
"This will alleviate the pressure on food, and secondly, the scattered werewolves will be easier to hide and will not appear too numerous, thus avoiding alerting wizards and Muggles."
"He's very ambitious. He wants to transform werewolves from a product of a malignant curse into an alternative, mature civilization." Cedric frowned.
"Yes, in his early years, he was just a criminal filled with darkness, only thinking about taking revenge on human society," Dumbledore sighed.
"But as the order collapsed, he created more of his own kind, and thus developed greater ambitions, even daring to refuse Voldemort's offer to join him and set up his own faction."
"But without the wolfsbane potion, the werewolves will definitely go berserk during the full moon. If they really become a civilization and eat or transform all the humans, how can they guarantee that they won't harm themselves during the full moon?" Ron asked.
"So they are capturing large numbers of Blood Curse Orcs and carefully raising and breeding them." Lupin glanced at the four women sitting in the corner.
They hadn't tasted normal human food for many years, and these sweet and soft breads made them want to devour them.
When Lupin mentioned it, they only nodded slightly; they had become accustomed to their dark experiences.
"In Greyback's vision, the werewolf pack would be predominantly male, and ideally every eligible male would be paired with a blood-cursed orc female as a partner. This would ensure the werewolf pack's survival and also prevent their sanity from collapsing during the full moon."
"It's quite a meticulous design, but it doesn't take into account whether these poor girls are willing." Percy looked at the water snake and Miss Mouse with pity; they looked only slightly older than him.
"I still don't know your names?" Dumbledore asked them kindly.
The elk lady shook her head: "We don't have names. They just call us by our animal appearance. For example, I'm called elk."
"She is, and these are the water snake and the mouse; they are my daughter and my daughter, respectively."
Hermione felt angry again, but unfortunately the werewolves were already dead, and she couldn't kill them again.
Dumbledore nodded: "The kitchen is short two helpers, if you don't mind working with the elves."
His gaze shifted to the water snake and the rat: "As for the two pregnant women, just rest well during this time. I will instruct Poppi to give you regular check-ups. If you feel unwell, you can also go to Narcissa."
She nodded, sitting next to Draco.
"Oh, by the way, you can also read books in the library on your own. When school starts, you can also take classes with the children and learn to use magic, which will be very good for your health." The magical education they received was too rudimentary; they probably didn't even know how to manipulate magic freely.
They were flattered by Dumbledore's kindness and quickly stood up to thank him.
"Alright, it's getting late, kids, it's time to go to bed." He stood up.
"Don't be too rowdy lately. We'll go visit the Fairy Realm together in a couple of days." His words immediately made the children cheer.