Alan who has been in the wizarding world for a year still understands one thing - for all magical objects, appearances are just illusions. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

To be precise, there are times when quaint and worn out magic items are the most powerful, such as the Sorting Hat, such as the Goblet of Fire.

Soon the werewolf's behavior below told him what the magical hat was doing - after a long worship, some aggressive little ones were escorted up as the book correctly describes the group.

In Allen's surprised gaze, the hat was buckled on the head of the little werewolf by the leader of the werewolf - this act made Alan almost cry out, this action directly told him one thing - those big werewolves are awake!

With a heart-rending wolf howl, the little werewolf who had been desperately attacking stopped trying to attack, and after a short silence, he took off his hat and stood safely beside the two werewolves who had previously controlled him—judging from his intimate gesture, they should be his relatives.

Then a second pair of werewolves came forward with the baby werewolf - but Alan didn't have time to admire it anymore.

That Little Red Riding Hood - let's call it that way - is the ultimate treasure of the entire werewolf heritage!

Senselessly attacking a werewolf who sees anything and a werewolf with human intelligence are two different things, the former being a beast and the latter being a warrior with the power of an elite wizard on a full moon night - no wonder they can hold down vampires.

As far as Alan had learned from the Auror, the werewolves had relocated from the great upheaval that had taken place at the Ministry of Magic more than 60 years ago, when a group of magical creatures had saved the American wizarding community from its greatest crisis, and since then the American wizarding community's senses for magical creatures have greatly increased.

It can be seen that when they moved, they took with them almost the best things of the entire werewolf tribe - inheritance and legacy.

The outcasts were so miserable that they had to fight Voldemort to survive—Fenrir Greyback, the leader of the werewolves, was contemptuously called a "filthy scavenger" by the Death Eater Bellatrix.

You know, werewolves are a race inherited from ancient times, how can they be so miserable? The reason is simple, they have been abandoned by the whole race.

Well, the fact that Eren and them are controlled is also very easy to explain - judging from the number of little werewolves, this process is probably not a one-time success, and it is estimated that it will take a long time for them to be able to face the transformation soberly without a hat.

The timing of their intrusion was too coincidental - they were just stuck in the afternoon of the ceremony, and judging from their careful treatment of the ceremony, it was obvious that this ceremony could not be easily interrupted - in fact, most of the combat force had to try to control their own children, which meant that although there were the most people at this time, the combat effectiveness was the worst - too much drag.

So, Alan and the others must be under control - what if they accidentally break in, what if they interrupt the ceremony and cause casualties?- and even, what if they find out about the Inheritance Arcana and become greedy?

Even Ravenlac's own daughter has evil thoughts about her mother's crown, and who can guarantee that these will not have evil thoughts?

Even if they don't have evil thoughts, won't the other wizards have evil thoughts after they say it?

So, even though they knew that one of them was an Auror, they were determined to get them back into a coma - but now it seems that they had not done enough.

But Alan is not ready to take care of this idle matter, he just satisfies his curiosity, it is not cost-effective to offend such a group of werewolves for this thing, not to mention that the system does not need it, even if it is needed, he will not do it - give him the power of a 6300 hero, and for a mere 700 Galleons not to offend a werewolf tribe - he is not so stupid.

Incidentally, he also discovered the location of the Auror - the grass fluctuated quite a bit when the Little Red Riding Hood showed its magical value - but fortunately, the werewolves didn't find out.

Probably this is an important piece of information - conscious werewolves and unconscious werewolves are completely two levels of thugs, and the Ministry of Magic will probably consider changing the way it deals with werewolves.

But that's none of his business.

Dear Uncle Auror, thank you for your kind donation of 50 Galleons, but unfortunately I'm leaving.

Good luck with the Werewolf Tribe tomorrow!

Just as Alan was about to sneak down the tree to find a corner and leave, several dark shadows passed by from the image coming from Hua Luo's side.

What's the situation, and are there other people who eat melons?

Then, Alan subconsciously looked at the werewolves who were holding the ritual - at this moment, Little Red Riding Hood was about to be placed on the top of the next little werewolf.

Suddenly, with a scream of surprise, the hat was knocked over by a swift black shadow.

The hat did not fall to the ground, but fell into a pair of pale hands.

The owner of the hand is dressed in a tuxedo, and behind his back, two constantly flapping wings betray the identity of the owner - the Blood, or Vampire.

If there was only this one vampire, he would undoubtedly be impatient with arsenic—but unfortunately he wasn't.

With the landing of a hundred and ten black shadows, a figure with a pale complexion and fangs appeared in this village.

"What a stinking pack of jackals -- I smell you traitors from far away. The vampire at the head threw Little Red Riding Hood in his hand and said with a contemptuous expression.

Sadly, the subject of his sarcasm had lost the ability to speak by now - but she was quick to make her point clear, and the swift claws forced the vampire to drop his hat and respond to her attack seriously.

Even the vampire didn't know the importance of the hat - he thought it was a relic left by the werewolf's ancestors for worship, or he would have destroyed it at all costs - even if it was a few serious injuries.

But he soon learned the importance of the hat - the werewolf even gave up her defenses and fought hard to get it back.

At the moment when the flames of war were about to ignite, the explosion of a spell attracted everyone's attention—a spell from a human who should never have been on this battlefield.

Eren smiled wryly - he was about to leave the battlefield at the first moment, but the flight path of a bat hit him - he didn't dare to try what it was like to bite this thing, knowing that a werewolf attack would make a wizard werewolf!

At this moment, he wanted to ask: "What, I'll just make soy sauce, can you continue?"