With that, Furren carried Walker, who had changed back to his original form, and walked past Ivan and Doggett towards the end of the street.

Ivan exchanged views with Doggett with his eyes, and after secretly becoming vigilant, he immediately followed behind Fren...

At the end of the dilapidated street was a large house that looked fairly intact on the outside, and when Ivan entered, he found that it was empty, and there was not much in good condition.

Thinking that the werewolves had been driven over from somewhere else, Ivan understood why they were living here.

What made Ivan feel a little relieved was that it was neatly cleaned up, not as messy as he had imagined.

As it was approaching evening, the food was gurgling in a cauldron in the corner, with white steam bubbling from it...

"You guys go and finish your meal first, and I'll talk to them." Fren put the fainting Walker aside, and then spoke to the rest of the werewolf wizards.

After the rest of the group had been gone, Fren walked to a fairly clean spot on the side and motioned for them to sit down and talk.

Without the werewolf wizards around, Ivan relaxed his tense nerves slightly.

"Is that how you usually treat your guests?" Ivan found a place to sit down and said teasingly.

Compared with Fren, who had been flat from beginning to end, Ivan could clearly feel that the other werewolf wizards had been guarding against the two of them, and after entering the house, they faintly formed a siege, almost making Ivan think that the other party was going to make a move.

"It's probably because you're putting too much pressure on them." Fren said lightly.

Ivan raised his eyebrows undeniably, if it weren't for these werewolf wizards coming up and fighting, he wouldn't have used some magic props to pretend.

"Fren—" As the two chatted, the old werewolf witch came over with a large bowl and handed it to him.

Fren reached out and took the bowl, turned to look at Ivan and the others, and spoke.

"Bread porridge, do you want some?"

Ivan glanced at the large bowl in Fren's hand, there were a few pieces of bread floating on the light soup, there was not a single piece of meat foam, but some unknown varieties of vegetable leaves, not so much porridge as water with something added.

"That's all you eat?" Doggett raised his eyebrows, puzzled.

"No, it's just a little hard work for the past two months." Fren didn't care about the two of them's gaze at all, picked up the bread soup, and drank it in one gulp.

"Ahem.." At this moment, Walker, who was lying on his side, suddenly opened his eyes and struggled to sit up, with some bruises remaining on his face.

After coughing lightly twice, Walker looked at Doggett and said angrily.

"If you hadn't robbed us of our hard-earned savings, how would we be eating this every day?"

Hoard? Ivan remembered that when Fern came to treat his injuries, Doggett blackmailed Fern and finally withheld more than fifty gold gallons.

It turned out that because of this, Ivan turned his head to look at Doggett with a strange expression, and finally knew why Walker had a resentful expression when he signed up.

Doggett didn't feel guilty at all, he looked at Walker and sneered. "Rob? You'd better figure out that that's the cost of treatment, and if it's too expensive, you can choose not to treat it! ”

"You!" Walker's face was flushed with anger, and his fists were clenched tightly.

"Walker!" Fu Lun interrupted in a deep voice, and then looked at the werewolf young man who was still a little unwilling, and reprimanded loudly. "If you hadn't sneaked out and ended up breaking into someone else's house out of control, I wouldn't have been injured trying to save you, I thought the last experience had taught you enough lessons.."

Under Fren's reprimand, Walker lost his anger, drooped his face with guilt and some self-embarrassment, opened his face to explain, but finally said nothing.

Seeing his appearance, Fren didn't say anything more, and turned to look at the two of them. "I'm sorry, this kid is doing something extreme, I apologize on his behalf, and please don't care."

Ivan waved his hand to indicate that he would not take it to heart, and Doggett was not interested in having more of a problem with a small werewolf imp.

"Let's get down to business, shall we? What are you doing here? Furren wondered.

"I've recently been working on a special potion that will solve your loss of mind after you turn into a werewolf." Ivan thought about it and didn't cover up with Doggett anymore, because these werewolf wizards had a very bad sense of Doggett, so he said bluntly.

Ivan thought that after he finished speaking, these werewolf wizards would definitely get carried away with joy, but he didn't expect that there was silence on the field.

The other werewolf wizards not far away had actually been keeping an eye on the situation here.

When they heard Ivan, a young wizard who was not very old, open his mouth to solve the problem of werewolves, they wanted to refute his whimsical ideas.

But the shock that Ivan brought them before was still in their hearts, so for some reason they vaguely felt that the other party might really be able to do it.

This strange sense of contrast makes them very uncomfortable...

"So you're going to have us cooperate with your research experiments? When are you experimenting with material? Fren frowned.

Fren knew that it was not easy to come up with a potion formula, and in addition to being time-consuming and laborious, it was more important that someone drink the half-finished potions that had been researched to confirm the effect.

Drinking an unknown potion is extremely risky, and anything can happen...

"No, I've almost studied the formula, only a little blood is needed as a key ingredient, you werewolf blood!" Ivan shook his head and said seriously.

That's why he's here, the other ingredients for the wolf poison potion can be bought in the potion shop in Diagon Alley, but werewolf blood can't be bought.

In Ivan's opinion, the only way to make the wolf poison potion is to make Doggett see the results and trust himself completely, and then let him vouch for the Ministry of Magic and the Merlin Knights.

Otherwise, he was a young wizard who was still studying at Hogwarts, and even if he had the recipe in his hand, the people from the Ministry of Magic and the Knights of Merlin would not bother with him at all.

"You want our blood?" Fren narrowed his eyes and looked at Ivan scrutinically, and Walker refused without hesitation.

"It can't be! Who knows if what you're saying is true? I've heard that quite a few dark wizards can use a person's blood to complete curse magic..."

Ivan was not disappointed, he stood up, looked around, and paused for a moment on the werewolf wizards' food and shabby clothing, deliberately raising the volume so that the other werewolf wizards could hear it.

"I don't mean to let you help for free, so let's... 3How about a bottle of blood in Galleons? ”