Chapter 263 Wolf's Den

Mike actually had a full understanding of this world.

On the surface, the supernatural beings represented by wizards in this world have always been respectful to Muggles, and the two sides are like two worlds.

But in fact, in the small corners that people can't see, where the two worlds blend with each other, those supernatural beings have never stopped poisoning ordinary people. Just

like those giants and eight-eyed giant spiders, these supernatural creatures with extremely low intelligence, ordinary humans are just food and ants in their eyes.

This leads to frequent conflicts with Muggles, and even causes deaths.

The reason why the supernatural beings are still not known to the public after so many accidents is because of the existence of the International Statute of Secrecy.

It is precisely because of this bill that wizards will do their best to help those guys who have committed crimes clean up their butts and erase the impact they have caused.

Of course, the murderer who committed the crime can't run away, Azkaban or death is the final destination of most of them.

From this point of view, the people who formulated the International Statute of Secrecy seem stupid, right? Because this will lead to a lot of financial and material resources being wasted on such seemingly meaningless things. Moreover, it is not fair to Muggles.

But in fact, it is not like this.

The International Statute of Secrecy avoids the possibility of a full-scale war between the extraordinary world and the Muggle society.

Imagine if everyone knew that there is such a group of beings in this world.

They have powerful powers that ordinary people dare not even think about, and they regard ordinary people as ants and act recklessly.

Then there is no need to say what the result will be, right?

Whether it is the fear of these beings or the greed for extraordinary abilities, the unstoppable public opinion will make all countries in the world declare war on extraordinary creatures.

Once the war starts, it will be a fight to the death, which is not good for wizards.

Because even if they win, without the huge Muggle base to provide them with fresh blood, wizards will inevitably fall into decline.

So it is precisely because of the existence of this bill that this kind of thing has been postponed as much as possible, and those extraordinary creatures with sufficient IQ will try to avoid showing their abilities in front of Muggles, let alone hurting Muggles.

You have to know that the power and majesty of wizards are no joke. Once those non-wizard supernatural creatures violate this decree, or even hurt Muggles and are discovered, then they will only face death.

From this point of view, wizards are overbearing. For a long time, they have only two attitudes towards other supernatural species: enslavement or killing.

Just like werewolves, before Newt opened the werewolf registry, if a wizard met a werewolf, he would not care how you became a werewolf. He would only take out his wand and "mercifully" grant the werewolf eternal peace.

That is why these creatures are trying to stay away from big cities and look for places with few people or small villages in the countryside to live.

The twelve people selected by Mike naturally knew this, so many of them did not even plan to go home and left London by car that day.

Victor was one of them.

Compared with the other eleven companions, he did not have much desire for money, nor did he have much idea about knowledge such as potions and alchemy. What he pursued was powerful power.

The reason he joined the mutual aid society was not only because he admired Mike, but also because he wanted to learn his superb fire spell from Mike.

Mike did not disappoint him. Mike did not hide the power allowed by these rules. He generously gave the twelve people the full set of "Flame Master" and his own notes.

After learning these things, not only did he admire Mike more, but he also yearned for stronger power.

Therefore, he must win this game!

It must be an overwhelming victory!

This is why he rejected Benjamin's request.

Only in this way can he prove to their leader, Mike, that Victor is the most worthy of training!

There are many people with great ambitions, but most of them do not have the ability to match their great ambitions.

Victor is obviously not one of them, but his ability is very outstanding. Long before the holiday began, he collected a lot of reports about the supernatural from his father, who was an editor in the newspaper, and confirmed the target he needed to investigate during this period.

The first of them was a small village called Hatch.

According to reports, this remote village in southern England has seen many cases of missing and murdered travelers, and the bodies of the few victims who were found all showed signs of being bitten by large wild animals.

But strangely, there is no record of large wild animals appearing near Hatch Village.

Victor estimated that there must be werewolves hiding there!

Due to the long distance, Victor arrived at Hatch Village in the afternoon of the next day.

When he arrived at Hatch Village dragging a huge suitcase, the first thing he felt was backwardness.

Compared with the bustling London, both the buildings in the village and the villagers' clothes are still in the last century. Except for a few areas in the center of the village, the roads in other places are all made of earth.

Since most people here work on farms, large livestock such as cattle and horses can often be seen passing by on the roads here.

After these large livestock pass by, some feces will inevitably be left on the road.

It was not until he saw the feces of these large livestock that Victor realized that the cartoons on TV were not deceptive. The feces of these livestock were really thick and pointed.

Fortunately, the temperature was not too hot. If it was midsummer, the village would definitely stink.

Victor thought so and dragged his suitcase deep into the village.

He didn't meet many people along the way, which was not surprising, because according to his investigation, most of the more than 300 people in this village were engaged in farm work.

And these farms were distributed far away from the village, so except for festivals and market days, there should not be many residents in this village.

But what surprised Victor was that since he entered the village, the villagers had never taken their eyes off him.

Especially the women with children, their behavior was even more strange.

They would take their children and run away as soon as they saw Victor!

This made Victor nervous.

He began to observe the villagers in reverse. It would have been

fine if he hadn't observed them. After observing them, Victor felt a chill rising from his heart and quickly spread to his whole body. At the same time, his heartbeat quickened, his breathing became heavier, and cold sweat kept coming out of every pore on his body, soon soaking his thin clothes.

Everyone here is actually a werewolf!

Victor quickly coughed violently and reached out to cover his mouth to hide his nervousness.

His grades in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class were excellent, and he had studied the part about werewolves repeatedly, so he believed that he would never make a mistake.

Each of these villagers has different pupils from ordinary people, and their nails and teeth are particularly sharp, and their hair is also somewhat dense...

These small features alone are not enough to prove their identity, but when combined together, their identity is self-evident.

"This is actually a wolf den!"

Victor thought so, and his body began to tremble slightly uncontrollably.

Now he understood why those women with young children ran away when they saw him.

Because the characteristics of werewolves in their childhood will be particularly obvious!

"Sir, why are you shaking all the time? Are you feeling unwell?"

A childish and pleasant female voice came, and Victor was alert. He turned his head and saw a little girl in old-fashioned clothes looking at him with her beautiful blue eyes.

If he met such a lovely girl in the past, Victor might have teased her, but at this moment Victor had no interest at all, and even subconsciously took two steps back.

Because she is also a werewolf.

"No... nothing, I just didn't expect you guys to be so cold right now."

Victor tried his best to make his voice sound normal, but in this situation surrounded by werewolves, his voice was inevitably distorted.

"You must have caught a cold! Look, your voice is hoarse!" The little girl put her hands on her hips and pouted her lips in dissatisfaction, "This won't work. My mother said that summer colds are the hardest to cure. You must take medicine and injections properly, and you can't be willful."

After that, she took Victor's hand and started walking towards a three-story wooden house with a sign of "Hatch Tavern". As she walked, she said like a little adult:

"I really can't do anything about you. Come to my hotel. When you get there, you can take a hot bath and sleep. Hey! You said you didn't catch a cold, but your hands are so cold! Come on!"

"Little girl, I..."

Victor instinctively wanted to break free from the little girl's hand, but the words got stuck in his throat halfway through.

Because he noticed that since he started to interact with the little girl, the villagers who had been staring at him suddenly became nervous. Victor even found that several elderly ladies had taken out kitchen knives from the kitchen, as if they would pounce on him and chop him if he didn't do what the little girl told him to do. There

were too many werewolves here, and there should be dozens of them today alone.

Although most of them were old people, women and children, the old people, women and children of werewolves were not ordinary. With so many werewolves rushing in, even if it wasn't the night of the full moon, they couldn't turn into werewolves, but they could tear him to pieces with the power of human form.

Victor didn't dare to move in an instant, and could only be dragged into the tavern by the little girl.

It was afternoon, and the tavern was empty. In the not-so-spacious space, there were only some empty tables and chairs besides the wine cabinet and bar filled with various inferior wines.

After the little girl entered the room, she let go of Victor's hand, laughed and jumped to the entrance of the corridor, and shouted:

"Mother Lily! I'm bringing guests!"

Victor was hesitating whether to take this opportunity to run away quickly, and heard a female voice responding from the depths, and at the same time a fat woman appeared in front of him.

The middle-aged woman was very tall, almost 1.9 meters tall, and Victor estimated that her weight was about the same as her height.

(Well, the conversion units are cm and kg.)

The woman was wearing an apron, which should have been white, but now it was covered with stains, and the original color was almost invisible.

She was also holding a heavy bone-chopping knife in her hand, and there were even some blood and flesh residues on the blade.

The woman should have been chopping meat in the kitchen.

Victor came to the conclusion instantly.

After thinking that this was a werewolf village, Victor began to doubt the source of the residue on the bone-chopping knife, and took two steps back.

The middle-aged woman was stunned for a moment when she saw Victor, and then quickly put on a smile and hid the bone-chopping knife behind her.

"Oh, this guest looks unfamiliar. Is he from out of town?"

Before Victor could answer, the little girl tugged at the middle-aged woman's apron and said,

"I brought this uncle here. He has a cold. If it weren't for me, he might have to get an injection! Injections are painful. I hate injections the most!"

Seeing the little girl looking up with a cute look that said, "Come and praise me," the middle-aged woman smiled more sincerely. She wanted to reach out and touch the little girl's head, but then she remembered that her hands were still dirty. She quickly took her hand back and praised,

"Wow! Betty is amazing! She is worthy of being her mother's baby!"

"Huh! Of course!"

The mother and daughter were intimate for a moment, and the fat woman with the same name as Snape's dream lover stood up and said to Victor, who had been standing at the door:

"Since you are the guest brought by Betty, please come in. I have always taken care of the guest rooms upstairs, and they will come in handy when you come. The fee is 50 pounds a night, hot water and three meals are free. How long would you like to stay? By the way, this is the only hotel in this village."

The corner of Victor's mouth twitched. This fat woman was obviously ripping him off. How could a shabby tavern in such a shabby place cost 50 pounds!

But thinking that this was probably the only place willing to let him stay, Victor did not hesitate and reached into the inner pocket of his coat. He counted out ten ten-pound notes from a stack of ten-pound notes in a place where no one could see, and then took them out and handed them to the fat woman.

"Two days, I think I really have a cold."

"Thank you for looking back!" The fat woman counted the notes excitedly, quickly stuffed them into the small bag on her chest, and said, "The guest needs to take a good hot bath. I'll go and boil water for you. Betty, help the guest carry the luggage up."

"Got it! Mom Lily!"

Betty cheered and grabbed Victor's luggage. Victor was shocked. Just as he was about to reach out to stop her, he saw Betty had already picked up his suitcase with one hand.

At the same time, the expression on her face froze, and she asked blankly:

"Uncle, why is your suitcase so light? It's like... it's empty inside."