Hogwarts magic is justice

Chapter 134 Little Puppy

This piece of land was recently purchased; it's a grove of trees between Hogwarts and Hogsmeade, and also a crucial passageway for the numerous secret passages between the two.

The branch school was built here for two reasons: firstly, the location is convenient, and secondly, there are those secret passages.

School safety is the most important aspect, and it's something Irving must carefully consider. So, could these tunnels be put to use?

If the new school's address were moved a few meters forward, all the underground tunnels could be connected seamlessly. The entrances could then be scattered throughout the school, much like at Hogwarts.

With this in mind, Owen was about to get started, first drawing the lines, and then sending students to do some volunteer work, when Fenrir finally decided to take action.

Although it didn't quite understand whether there was something wrong with the young wizard, the opportunity was rare.

But when it rushed to the little wizard's side, opened its big mouth to bite down, it found that it couldn't bite down.

Looking down, Fenrir noticed that the little wizard, who had been facing away from him, had somehow turned around and was now in a standing split, with one foot propped against his chin, which was why he couldn't bite down.

But what made Fenrir most uneasy was the way this young wizard looked at him. It seemed a little off. Unlike other wizards, he wasn't filled with panic or even hatred. On the contrary, his smile was impossible to hide.

"Little puppy, it's not right to scare people!"

Fenrir spread its legs a little distance and then circled around Owen before bursting into speed again and charging towards him. As a werewolf, it possessed a physique unmatched by wizards, and Owen hadn't taken out his wand yet, leading Fenrir to believe that this was a careless little wizard who had forgotten to bring his wand when he went out.

"If a puppy misbehaves, it will be punished."

Irving dodged the werewolf's pounce by sidestepping, and in the instant the two passed each other, he raised his left foot and delivered a knee strike to the werewolf's stomach!

The force was considerable; even with the werewolf's physique, Fenrir felt a surge of acid gushing out after being struck.

This little wizard—no, this kid probably isn't a wizard, wizards don't have that much strength!

Having realized this, Fenrir felt much more at ease. As long as it wasn't a wizard, it posed no threat to him. In terms of physique and strength, it believed that no human could possibly defeat a werewolf.

And that was indeed the case. Owen had used all his strength just now, but even so, he only managed to make the dog in front of him "go yelp". However, he didn't intend to take out his wand. He hadn't had a chance to exercise freely in a long time, and this was the perfect opportunity.

The werewolf's source of infection is its saliva, so as long as you don't get bitten, you don't have to worry about getting infected. Besides, you have thirty layers of armor spells on your body, so even if you stand still and let the other party bite you, they can't hurt you. What's there to be afraid of?

Owen's wizard robes transformed into sportswear, and he launched the attack. He used special steps to charge towards Fenrir in an S-shaped path. When he reached his opponent, he first nimbly slid to dodge a claw attack, and then punched the side of Fenrir's eight-pack groin.

Fenrir didn't dodge, but instead grinned widely, "That's all the strength I have—"

But the ensuing confrontation caused Fenrir's smile to vanish, because Owen's attacks were not scattered; from the beginning until now, all his attacks had landed on the same spot as his first attack.

Even the thickest hide of a werewolf can't withstand being beaten like this!

Moreover, Irving is quite strong; this kind of continuous, point-to-point attack could even pierce through a large tree.

"Awooo!!!"

Fenrir was hit again, letting out a long cry of pain. At this moment, Owen was also slightly sweating. Then, under the other's malicious gaze, he pulled out his little wand: "Alright, little puppy, that's enough warm-up. Come back to Hogwarts with me. You will be the school's newest teaching material."

Done!

Without a second thought, Fenrir took off running. Watching it dash into the woods at incredible speed, Owen chuckled, "Little puppy, after spending so much time with me, you can't escape now."

Although the previous battle was not fought in a wizarding manner, Owen did not forget to leave a special magical mark on his opponent.

Speaking of this mark, we have to thank Voldemort, who has been dead for many years. This mark is derived from the Dark Mark he invented, but Owen removed many of its functions, leaving only the ability to track. The textbooks in the school dungeon all have this mark on them.

Fenrir ran for five hours straight. When it felt that its physical strength was about to reach its limit, it stopped. But after stopping, it still carefully looked around and, after finding that there was no problem, sat down to rest.

"Is that kid really a wizard?"

It was only after a brief lull that Fenrir realized something was amiss. His opponent clearly carried a wand, yet deliberately chose not to use it, opting instead for hand-to-hand combat. Only after getting tired of fighting did he finally pull out his wand.

"Could I have been scammed?"

"What did I lie to you about?"

"That kid might not be a witch—"

Fenrir's eyes widened instantly, and after a series of rolls, it suddenly stood up and discovered that the little wizard from before, Owen, was standing right where it had been resting, with a smile on his face: "I didn't lie to you, I really am a wizard."

After saying that, Irving waved his wand and said, "Want me to show you, little puppy?"

Fenrir didn't give Owen a chance to show off. It gritted its teeth and sprinted away again, this time on all fours, so its speed increased once more. As it ran through the woods, it left only a gray trail.

Irving didn't move. This little dog's stamina is really good. It was so hard to wait for it to stop, but I didn't expect it could still run so fast. It's a pity that no matter how fast it runs, it's useless.

Because he didn't know how long the other party would run this time, Owen flashed back to Hogwarts, but he kept an eye on the marker's movements. As soon as the other party stopped, he would reappear.

Fenrir ran until it was almost dark, and it was exhausted. To be honest, it regretted going near Hogwarts. It wasn't that it hadn't been targeted by wizards before, but it had never encountered a wizard as monstrous as this!

Having caught a wild boar, Fenrir was about to eat some meat to regain his strength when Owen's voice rang out again: "Eating? Perfect timing, I'm eating too, but I suggest you roast it before you eat."

Fenrir didn't move. It ate the raw meat bite by bite, but its eyes were always on Owen. He was indeed eating, and the food on his plate was emitting an enticing aroma. Owen was also eating elegantly, at a moderate pace.

After finishing its meal, Fenrir immediately ran away again. It didn't dare to ambush Owen. It didn't know Owen's magical level, but his combat ability was by no means inferior. It wasn't confident that it could successfully ambush him.

So it can only run.

When it stopped again, it was already past midnight. Thankfully, Owen didn't appear this time, which gave Fenrir a small sigh of relief. It searched for food, ate it, and then found a relatively comfortable place to get a good night's sleep; it was just too tired.

But just as dawn was breaking, Owen's voice rang in its ears once more: "Little dog, it's dawn, don't sleep anymore, come back to Hogwarts with me."

Fenrir's eyes weren't even fully open when his body started moving again, and he began to run once more.

What kind of monster have I encountered? Every time I stop to rest, it always appears beside me silently and promptly.

No, that's not right. The other party must have done something to me!

So Fenrir deliberately ran towards the water, but it jumped into the river, crossed it, and just as it stopped, before it even had a chance to drink, Owen arrived again: "Little puppy, you can really run! Are you a werewolf?"

To be honest, Fenrir didn't want to run anymore, but in its current state, even without magic, its opponent could easily defeat it. So it had no choice but to run; it didn't want to be caught, and it certainly didn't want to become some kind of teaching material!

"Little puppy————"

"Little puppy————"

Owen's voice, like a devil's whisper, hovered in Fenrir's ears. Whenever Fenrir stopped, Owen would appear, and he never seemed to act immediately. He would be carrying a tray, wearing pajamas, or brushing his teeth—

After running for five full days, Fenrir finally broke down. When Owen reappeared, it didn't run; instead, it charged at him, opening its mouth and baring its fangs. But it didn't bite Owen; instead, halfway there, it was struck in the chin by a right hook.

"Little puppy, I'm very unhappy with how you are right now."

Irving's voice and attitude had changed: "If you don't want to run anymore, then come back with me."

"Who—who are you?"

"My name is Owen Carrot. Have you heard of me?"

Fenrir paused for a moment, then thought of biting himself to death!

He had heard this name before, and more than once. Having worked with Voldemort, he knew the name all too well.

What incredible luck! I've only just entered Hogwarts and I've already run into this guy!

"Kill me, I won't go back with you, I am—"

"Little puppy."

Owen interrupted Fenrir: "I've already said, you're the school's textbook, so you are. You have no choice in this matter."

At times, Irving is very assertive. For example, when it comes to various school development projects, the work of finding suitable teaching materials is no longer something he does alone. All the professors, as long as they are not at the school during the holidays, will take some time to find suitable teaching materials for students around the world.

Werewolves weren't unheard of at Hogwarts, but Lupin went there as a professor. He couldn't just arrest them after they quit, could he?

That would be too inhumane, and the werewolves recorded by the Ministry of Magic are all half-werewolfs who only transform on the night of a full moon. They are pitiful people who have been infected, so it would be inappropriate to use them for research.

As for Fenrir, a purebred werewolf who always maintains a werewolf form regardless of the time, this was the first time Owen had ever encountered one. So even if it ran for five days, or even ran to the moon, Owen would take a satellite to go there and bring it back!

"It might hurt a little, but it's okay, it'll only hurt for a moment—"

Fenrir wasn't unwilling to struggle, but it was simply unable to move. It could only watch helplessly as Owen's wand emitted a red light and then entered its body. After letting out a scream, its consciousness faded into darkness.

Back at Hogwarts, Owen locked it in the dungeon, gave the elf in charge a few simple instructions, and then went to class with his books. He had an alchemy class coming up soon, and he couldn't afford to miss it.

Owen didn't let Fenrir finish speaking, so he still doesn't know that the "little dog" he's been calling is Fenrir, whom the Ministry of Magic has been secretly searching for. The Ministry of Magic tracked him all the way to the vicinity of Hogwarts, but after discovering that Fenrir had disappeared, they immediately realized something was wrong.

The situation was reported up the chain of command, eventually making everyone in the Ministry of Magic very nervous.

Such a dangerous werewolf has disappeared near Hogwarts. If he intends to target the students, then things could get very serious!

It's obvious to everyone how much Owen cares about Hogwarts. If a student were infected by a werewolf, Hogwarts' hard-won status would immediately plummet.

Because of this, Hermione had no choice but to take her people back to the school and find Owen.

After hearing Hermione's story, Owen's expression turned strange. He led his men to the dungeon and saw the werewolf still unconscious. He said, "There's a werewolf here. You can use it to ask where the one you're looking for might be."

"gentlemen----"

Hermione had seen Fenrir's image before, and this werewolf was easy to recognize; it had a small notch in its left ear, which was caused by magic from a wizard.

There is also a scar on its right shoulder and left back, which is said to have been caused by the werewolves it transformed into.

After confirming everything, Hermione looked at Owen and said, "Sir, this is Fenrir. It's too dangerous. Why don't you hand it over to us?"

"no----"

Owen refused: "It's already part of the school's curriculum, Hermione. Look around, your Blackmail textbooks are all here, and I've locked them to Hogwarts with binding magic. They can't leave Hogwarts at all."

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