I remember we wiped out the werewolves back then, didn't we?

Chapter 2 I remember we wiped out the werewolves back then, didn't we?

Rice sat by the campfire, holding a rather strange drink that Muggles called "black tea."

This is a beverage made by boiling dried leaves in water. Its color is somewhat like wine, but its taste is unlike any other beverage he had ever had. It has a rich and unique flavor, with a sweet fruity aroma and a deep woody fragrance. Each sip reveals its rich layers and delicate texture, like a silky ribbon dancing gently on the tongue.

After just one small cup, Rice fell in love with this magical drink.

Mrs. Granger, after a brief moment of panic, gradually came to her senses. She keenly noticed the flaw in Rice's words: how did he come to Dean Forest alone without parents? So it was highly likely that she had failed to gain the child's trust, which was why he refused to reveal his family background.

This is understandable, Mrs. Granger couldn't possibly imagine that the boy before her was actually an ancient being who had been asleep for a thousand years, and that his parents were indeed dead. This forest, in a sense, was his graveyard.

After exchanging a brief glance, the couple reached a consensus: Rice would stay at their campsite for now, and his parents might come looking for him soon. If his parents didn't arrive by the end of the camp, they would contact the police and have professionals contact the boy's parents.

After figuring things out, the couple began preparing dinner, while Rice and Hermione walked to the edge of the camp, gathering firewood and chatting.

Who is the lord of this land?

Upon hearing the question, Hermione paused for a moment, then hesitated before answering, "Elizabeth II?"

"Which family does she belong to? What is her title?"

Hermione: ? ? ?

After some conversation, Hermione was shocked to discover that Rice didn't even know about the Normandy dynasty, let alone the Plantagenets and the Lancaster dynasty. He was like someone who lived a thousand years ago!

Lesby was even more shocked: Could someone really have unified the island of Britain? The Roman Empire in the east had actually fallen?? Most importantly, the magical world had vanished???

He tentatively asked Hermione about her attitude towards wizards, and Hermione actually believed that magic did not exist at all, and that the so-called wizards in the world were actually just skilled magicians or charlatans. This answer greatly shocked Rice.

He could tell the girl wasn't lying; she genuinely had never seen a wizard or been exposed to magic. This even instilled a sense of fear in Rice, who worried that he might be the last wizard in the world.

But on second thought, the possibility is extremely slim. Wizards can be born from the Muggle community with a very small probability. In other words, as long as humanity is not extinct, wizards will not be extinct. So the reason why this child has never seen a wizard is worth pondering.

Is it possible that the wizards hid themselves?

Rice had a bold guess in his mind.

He wanted to continue talking with Hermione for a while to gather more information, but the Grangers had already prepared dinner, so their conversation had to be interrupted.

Although it was a camping trip, the Granger family prepared an extremely lavish meal: sweet and sour apple pie, pudding with jam, potatoes roasted in the ashes, skewers of grilled meat glistening with enticing sizzle, and soft, delicious white bread. Mrs. Granger even prepared a pot of vegetable soup. It was more lavish than what they ate at home.

Rice was completely captivated by the tempting food. In his opinion, Mrs. Granger's culinary skills had reached an extraordinary level, completely on par with Helga Hufflepuff, and in some ways even better.

"You must be an excellent cook, right?" After enjoying the meal, Rice couldn't help but ask Mrs. Granger.

Mrs. Granger was very happy; this was the first time anyone had praised her cooking so highly, which made her feel a little fond of Rice.

"No, I'm a dentist."

Rice raised an eyebrow: The food is so delicious, and he's just a dentist?

After a satisfying meal, the Granger family chatted with Rice around the campfire for a while. Mr. Granger took out his camera, snapped a few photos of the full moon, and then the four of them contentedly crawled into their tent to sleep and rest.

Sleepiness washed over them like a tide, and the people in the tents gradually drifted off to sleep.

The campfire outside the tent gradually dimmed, eventually turning into a pile of embers flickering red. Suddenly, a strange-looking giant wolf barged into the camp.

It was as long as a person, covered in thick, dark brown fur. Compared to common wolves, its snout was slightly shorter, and upon closer inspection, one could even discern a resemblance to a human. Saliva dripped from its chin like silk threads, and its deep green eyes were filled with murderous intent and madness.

The giant wolf twitched its nose a few times; the scent of humans from the nearby tent filled its nostrils, making its mouth water. Driven by desire, it pounced towards the tent.

In just one second, it can tear a hole in the tent like tearing open a bag of potato chips and rush in to feast.

It could already imagine the sound of bones being chewed and broken, and the smell of steaming blood seemed to fill its mouth, but the giant wolf found that the soil beneath its feet seemed to come alive, binding it firmly in place, unable to take even a small step.

The giant wolf's greed was suppressed by this sudden turn of events, replaced by a deep-seated fear. It no longer cared about the delicious meat inside the tent; all it wanted now was to escape. But the more it struggled, the stronger the mud's pull became. At first, only its paws were stuck, then its entire paw, and then its calves…

When the tent flap was lifted, the giant wolf's four legs were almost completely submerged in the ground.

Rice stepped out of the tent, stared at the giant wolf expressionlessly for a while, then muttered under his breath, "I remember we wiped out the werewolves back then, did we not completely eradicate them?"

Yes, tonight's uninvited guest is a werewolf.

As the werewolf saw someone approaching, it grinned, exposing its dagger-like teeth as a threat, and made gurgling sounds in its throat.

This was a terrifying scene, but considering its circumstances, it was undoubtedly a bluff.

Rice waved his hand, and the werewolf's mouth instantly closed, unable to utter a sound, and it could only silently sink into the ground. Having easily dealt with this uninvited guest, Rice intended to return to his tent to continue sleeping, but the moment he lifted the tent flap, he suddenly changed his mind.

He slapped his thigh: He was worried about the disappearance of the magical world before dinner, and now the clues about the magical world have come to him.

I almost wasted this precious opportunity due to my momentary carelessness.

He immediately turned around and ended his earth-sinking curse.

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(End of this chapter)