Hogwarts' Wizarding Throne

When Dumbledore's words fell, it seemed as if the heavens were foreshadowing something.

The thick clouds in the east were torn apart by the rising sun, and the thousands of feet of light sprinkled down dispelled the loneliness of the cold winter with a majestic momentum!

At the end of the street below, there was also a uniform sound of footsteps.

"Tap! Tat! Tat!"

The rhythm of the footsteps full of sonorous meaning, stepping on the heartbeats of the people step by step, and there was a slight vibration from the soles of the feet.

The crowd of onlookers stood on tiptoe, poked their heads, and looked curiously in the direction of the street.

"Huh? What's that sound?"

"It seems to be footsteps? But why is it so strong?"

"Ah, what is that!"

As the footsteps came from far away, gradually overwhelmed people's discussions, and a very shocking picture gradually appeared in people's sight.

And the dignitaries of various countries on the viewing platform were also shocked to stand up from their seats.

Candice and Alosa, as leaders of powerful countries, have always been arrogant.

They used their own experience to predict others. They thought that Britain seemed to be getting stronger now, but they only whitewashed the peace and were weak inside.

But after seeing the scene on the street corner, their calm expressions turned pale.

"This!"

"How is it possible!"

In fact, even Dumbledore was a little surprised. He looked down and thought about it for a while.

How many private things did Shaw do without telling him?

It was simple to say that something that surprised so many people together.

Because they witnessed the first large-scale military parade in the history of the wizarding world!

As if walking out of the bright sun, the first to appear in the field of vision on the open street was a majestic wizard formation.

The most shocking thing was that these wizard army members turned out to be huge werewolves with long mouths, arched backs, sharp claws and huge hands.

They wore black and gold breastplates and held huge hammers. Under the morning light, they lost their previous sense of evil.

They were neat and tidy, with only a strong sense of order and iron blood rushing towards the audience!

The leader of the werewolves, Solo Verdun, was more than ten feet tall, like a more ferocious giant monster.

That's right, this is a werewolf phalanx that can transform freely without losing its mind!

The wizards who saw such a scene for the first time, even those high-ranking officials, were severely shocked!

When the werewolf phalanx stepped into the crowded street with a consistent pace, people observed it more closely.

This made them gasp even more!

"Fierce" is the best word they can think of.

Not to mention the fierceness of the werewolves themselves, the alchemical breastplates and huge hammers on their bodies that flashed with magical auras were terrifying!

"Oh my god! Is this still a werewolf?"

"Wow, this is no less than the legendary Paladin!"

"It's amazing. Britain has developed a potion that allows werewolves to transform freely without losing their sanity!"

The werewolf wizards looked straight ahead, with only a sense of pride in their eyes. When they passed the viewing platform, the wolf heads all looked sideways at the podium.

They looked at the great leader who gave them new life and dignity with fanatic eyes.

Their giant palms stepped more firmly, and the giant hammers in their hands began to dance in unison, bringing with them a whirring sound of breaking through the air, and the explosion was amazing!

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

"Hu! Hu! Hu!"

That's not all, the werewolves howled at the sky again.

"Awoo!"

"Awoo!!"

The fierce stepping on the ground, the whistling in the air, and the wolf howling that shook the four fields were like playing an unyielding war song.

This is a grand gift from the werewolf wizards to their leader!

Such a momentum shocked all the other onlookers, who were frightened and retreated repeatedly, almost causing a stampede.

It was as if the combined momentum of these tens of thousands of wizards with magic was suppressed by a hundred or so werewolves.

But this scene made Shaw, who stood on the podium with his hands behind his back, only happy, excited and proud.

This is his own wizard army!

Wherever his staff pointed, they would go through fire and water and cut through thorns for him!

Although Shaw's blood was boiling, he could only act calm.

He raised his hand gracefully and waved to this loyal werewolf army.

The response was a louder wolf howl that almost broke through the sky!

"Awoo!!!!"

The wizards who had just come to their senses were frightened again, their faces pale, and some children even cried out.

"Woo woo, Dad, I'm scared."

Rather than saying that these people were scared, it's better to say that they were shocked by the extraordinary performance of the werewolf wizards!

Such a team will cause a lot of killings in the future. How much blood will be stained.

However, when the British local wizards realized that this was their own army,

""Pa pa pa pa!"

Warm applause rang out one after another, gradually gathering into a boiling wave.

When the werewolf formation passed through the viewing seats, the officials from various countries who were thinking more came to their senses.

What does Britain want to do?

Simply showing off its military power or something else?

Candice Picquery slowly retracted her solemn gaze and quickly adjusted her mood.

Although she was shocked, she was still within the scope of acceptance. She felt sour in her heart that Britain was really self-degrading and actually began to develop towards barbarism.

Alosa Jenosov, a beautiful woman with a plump figure, was full of admiration.

People in the north always prefer this kind of wild power.

I already have the idea of ​​learning from it in my heart. There are many wandering werewolves in Russia.

She said to Dumbledore with a bright smile.

"President, Britain is really generous. It is willing to invest resources in werewolves that have been disliked by everyone in the past.

Not to mention the expensive alchemical equipment, just researching the potion for free wolf transformation would cost a huge price. "

Dumbledore was very experienced and immediately understood the subtext of the Russian female minister.

Ahem, but he couldn't make the decision.

So he stroked his white beard and laughed.

"Britain is full of talents, and there happens to be a potion master who specializes in wolf poison.

In Britain, werewolves have the same treatment as ordinary wizards. In order for them to live a normal life, it is reasonable to allocate some research resources. "

Developing a potion that can allow werewolves to transform freely is naturally not as simple as Dumbledore said.

Related research has indeed been carried out by Damocles Belby, the inventor of the wolfsbane potion.

But progress is slow.

Until Shaw, after studying Animagus, found that wizard wolf transformation and blood curse have many similarities.

After he was supplemented with a lot of relevant knowledge by Ravenclaw, he came up with a rough formula after studying with Belby for a few days.

So it is not unreasonable for the werewolves to be grateful to Shaw.

Before Alosha continued to talk and slowly showed the idea of ​​asking for the potion, there were bursts of exclamations from the crowd below.

Alosha quickly turned her head to look, and the female speaker Candice also cast a contemptuous look over, and her eyes shrank again.

At the end of the street in the east, a jaw-dropping square formation came out again.