The man who stopped him was Gary - a scrap wizard who was almost all scrap except for his great potions talent. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

After seeing Alan look up suspiciously, the scrap wizard proudly took the hand of a petite witch beside him and said proudly, "Look, sure enough, I'm not mistaken—it's indeed sir." ”

Wait, Alan was stunned - he had changed his face the last time he saw Gary, and being recognized by the Ministry of Magic was considered an Auror with high alertness, what was it to be recognized by an ordinary wizard?

However, looking at the wizard triumphantly pointing to his nose and his cordial exchange with his companion, Alan soon came up with an answer that he didn't want to know - the scrap wizard became a werewolf - of course, Alan did not discriminate at all, after all, everyone has the right to chase happiness - the point is, the scrap wizard turned into a werewolf and is still a waste - he obviously confused the two breeds of werewolf and dog.

I hope the patriarch of this race won't be - she probably didn't expect to add such a new person who insulted the glory of the werewolf race.

However, the new waste werewolf apparently did not feel at all how destructive the werewolf's haughty character was, and his companion was clearly pleased with his state, for Alan had witnessed the woman in the wizard's outfit gently nudge Gary—but not at all, but rather the kind of couple used to infuse single dogs with dog food—how to say, flirtatious.

No, the woman must have been Nelly - Alan didn't believe that this idiot wizard would empathize with him in such a short period of time, and this fool could see that he was infatuated except for a higher level of potions.

Sure enough, the werewolf of scrap formally introduced Alan to his wife, yes, so quickly - Nelly.

"Unfortunately, we wanted to ask my husband to be our witnesses - but unfortunately we couldn't find his contact information. This idiot had a regretful look on his face, but Alan didn't mean to regret it at all - although the witch in front of him looked like he had a good wife, but in any case, Alan couldn't help but think of the werewolf that day, although he didn't discriminate against werewolves, but he was not sensitive to the wedding scene, which was easy to drink, what if he was bitten?

Alan doesn't simply think that the two people in front of him are good people, that tribe is all good people - the forest is big, there are all kinds of strange things, who would have expected that he would really meet a madman who took the opportunity to drink and go crazy?

However, the necessary wedding blessings still had to be offered—but unfortunately Alan searched all over his body and found no suitable gifts.

So, he could only say regretfully: "I'm sorry, it's too sudden today - I should have made up a wedding gift, but I really didn't bring the right gift, where is your address now? ”

"Thank you so much, we now have our own place to live, if you have time, can you not hesitate to visit our Burrow?"

The werewolf finally got a place to live from the Ministry of Magic - I don't know if it had something to do with the Auror.

With the double bonus of the housewarming of the tribe and the wedding of the husband and wife, Alan was naturally embarrassed to say no words, after all, he had also benefited a lot from the Potions notebook - if it weren't for its help, Professor Snape wouldn't have been able to pass the pass.

Anne, of course, had no objection, and soon the group was standing by a common fireplace - but Floo powder was charged, 7 Nat per serving—the profiteers who had carved their money into their bones!

Soon the flames turned green with the scattering of Floo powder - and then the wolf shouted out the name of the place - "Gora Town!"

The four merfolk entered, and after a whirlwind of the world, Alan flew out of a fireplace, but fortunately his balance and arm strength did not make him suffer in this situation - he regained his balance with a light push on the ground, and then the whole person returned to his normal position from the state of falling down in the reaction force of his arm.

But before he could dispose of the ashes on his body, he stretched out his hands—and behind him was Anne.

Sure enough, as his arm stretched out, a little girl in the air was smoky with soot - but just as she was about to hit the ground, Alan managed to catch it.

And then Alan laughed.

It's not the joy of the harvest - it's that Anne in front of her is a bit miserable.

The little girl with dark pink hair in front of him was now dressed in a wizard's robe covered with soot - like a bear child who had been playing with fire in the wild for a day.

Then, Allen's laughter came to an abrupt halt - accompanied by a scream, and Allen, who had been a soot finisher, put on smoky makeup - and a fireball exploded in front of him.

Although it is a non-aggressive, ultra-low temperature fireball, it has a powerful side effect - insufficient combustion leads to a large amount of smoke.

"Ahem-Anne, don't make a fuss-ahem, I-a-cough-no-a-cough-deliberately, clean up!"

With the use of Eren's magic, the ashes from Anne's body were swept away.

Then he came and unleashed the cleansing spell on himself - and that's when the wizard named Nelly came over to unleash the cleansing spell on them.

It's not that they're being targeted - it's that, as a witch, it's in the nature of a girl to clean herself up first, and then, as a lover, she has to take care of her scrap husband, and then it's perfectly reasonable for them to line up to Alan.

That's when the scrap wizard recovered from the discomfort of his trip - that's why the wizarding world wanted to get a flashy knight bus, because it was a torturous trip for a weaker wizard.

Led by two natives, Alan and the others quickly passed the inspection of the guards, who greeted the scrap warmly, and it was clear that the stupid apothecary had a high prestige among the clan.

This is very evident in Nelly's body - in terms of human form, this is quite a beautiful witch - you know, not every werewolf is a wizard, and if she looks like this, she is still a witch, and it is strange to say that there are few suitors!

And this scrap material can stand out from the many supporters and win the hearts of beauties, not to mention anything else, if the prestige is low, it will be strange if it is not torn to pieces!

But the werewolf didn't know what Alan was thinking at the moment - shortly after passing through the guard, he proudly pointed to the town that emerged in the valley and said proudly, "Sir, welcome to the home of our werewolves, the Valley of Gora!"