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The descendant of the full moon.

This is the offspring of two werewolves who mated while the full moon was transformed into a beast. Unlike ordinary werewolves, they are wolves in the true sense.

In addition to possessing intelligence that far exceeds that of wild beasts and is indistinguishable from humans, their lifespan and body are no different from ordinary animals.

But now, her brother, who is also in his teens, is actually in his twilight years.

"Daddy, daddy!"

Lying in his aunt's arms, Wolfie still moved restlessly.

On his small face, his big watery eyes were always staring at his father.

When Ella came back to her senses, she found that her niece almost broke out of her arms and thrust towards her father.

"Wait, don't disturb your dad, he needs to rest."

After hugging Wolfie, Ella whispered.

"He may be tired all night, let him have a good rest."

"...Dad said the same thing back then."

"Um?"

Hearing her niece's words, Ella was stunned.

But before she could ask any more questions, Wolfie spoke:

"At first, my father told me not to disturb my mother and let her have a good rest, but I never saw my mother again."

"..."

Ella's breath hitched.

To be honest, she was only 17 years old when she got it, less than two years older than her brother.

As a result, she heard this kind of thing now. Although this was a fact that had been before her for a long time, Ella still felt that her heart was blocked.

She had to re-examine her brother. After hearing Clay's somewhat weak and old but real breathing, Ella breathed a sigh of relief.

"No."

Gently stroking Wolfie's little head, she whispered.

"Dad, he is really just tired. You can play with him later."

Then, Ella gently placed the child Wolfie high.

There, there are other full moon wolves.

"I just ask you to take good care of it. I'll go out and check the situation outside."

"good."

Slightly tightening her black clothes, the woman slowly walked out of the cave, and what came into view was naturally a familiar village.

Of course, there are also those compatriots.

Although there are not many people in the werewolf village today, and the gate of the village and the surrounding towering earth walls can be seen at a glance, it is full of vitality.

At the same time, there were centaurs walking around in the village, distributing the dead prey.

At first glance, these are what they got during the early morning hunt.

But soon, she saw two strange figures, one old and one young.

They were standing next to her father.

"Okay, everyone is fine."

After gently closing his suitcase, the old man spoke.

"The same goes for you, Ike. It's nothing more than a little over-consumption and malnutrition. To be honest, when Dumbledore informed me before, I was really shocked and thought something big had happened."

Then, he sighed.

"But fortunately, nothing serious happened... If you need it, I can write you some nutritional prescriptions."

"It's okay. If it's just nutrition, I think the centaurs will help us."

The old werewolf with gray hair named Ike just laughed.

He then looked at the black centaur.

"Right? Bane."

"Huh, don't worry about this."

Bain put down the deer on his shoulders and walked away.

But after walking a few steps, the grumpy centaur stopped again.

"No matter what happened, it's over. Get better soon. We still need your help to deal with those Acromantulas."

"Yes."

Ike responded with a smile.

To some extent, the relationship between centaurs and their werewolves is better than that between wizards.

Because they have a natural alliance in this forest, especially after the expansion of the Acromantula, this alliance has become even closer.

"Speaking of which, I'm really sorry, Newt. I didn't expect to see you in this situation when we met again. I originally thought that meeting old friends would show you some of your handsome side."

"How old are you? Why are you still the same as before?"

"Is it your turn to say this to me? I heard Dumbledore say that you are still running around the world, right?"

Two old men who were obviously familiar with each other were chatting casually.

Connor stood on the far side, completely treating himself as a transparent person.

He just observed the two old men in front of him.

To be precise, he was observing the old man holding the suitcase - Newt Scamander.

The world-renowned magical zoologist, although in Connor's opinion, may have a slight chronology, "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them" written by him did establish wizards' understanding of magical beasts.

Nowadays, various protected areas also hire him as a guest lecturer.

"No Magical Creatures Sanctuary would be complete without Scamander!"

This saying did indeed exist and be popular for a time.

But for such an old man with great reputation, he is not moved by fame and fortune.

After a short period of contact, Connor discovered that this old man was not someone who was seeking fame and wealth, nor did he come here because of Dumbledore's fame.

He really has a heartfelt concern for the werewolves that the world is afraid of, and he does his best to check.

Perhaps, his fame and achievements are inseparable from his passion and sincerity.

"Speaking of which, is this person next to you your little grandson?"

Suddenly, the topic seemed to turn to Connor.

But Newt just shook his head.

"No, of course not."

He glanced at Connor.

"My grandson is not old enough to go to school yet. As for him..."

Newt was just thinking, seemingly studying Connor's face.

That look made Connor somewhat embarrassed.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing. In fact, I have always wanted to ask, are you a relative of Dumbledore?"

"No, it's not."

Hearing Newt's abrupt question, Connor quickly shook his head.

Vaguely, there was even a sense of disgust welling up in his heart.

He didn't like being said that.

"I have nothing to do with him."

"Really?"

"Really, I only really met the principal when I entered school."

"But you make me feel a lot like him."

Newt said with a smile.

"Maybe it's an illusion."

He stood up slowly and looked at his old werewolf friend again.

"Well, since there is nothing going on here and you have centaurs taking care of you, I won't bother you. I still have to go see the poor dead child."

Newt was talking about unicorns.

In fact, this was the real purpose of being invited here.

"Why don't you stay and have something to eat together? We will start having breakfast soon."

"That's unnecessary. I don't think it's good to bother you."

"How can this be considered an interruption..."

"Father……"

At this moment, there was a sound

When Connor turned his eyes, he saw the female werewolf.

Remember her name is...

"Ella?"