Heir of the Full Moon.

These are the offspring of two werewolves mating in a state of full moon beasthood, and unlike ordinary werewolves, they are wolves in the true sense of the word.

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

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

"Daddy, Daddy!"

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

On his small face, his big watery eyes kept looking at his father.

When Ella came to her senses, she found that her niece was almost free from her arms and arched towards her father.

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

After hugging Wolfy, Ella whispered.

"He's probably tired all night, so let him rest for a while."

“…… That's what Dad said at the beginning. ”

"Huh?"

Hearing her niece's words, Ella was stunned.

But before she could ask anything more, Walffy spoke:

"At first, my father told me not to disturb my mother, saying that I should let my mother rest for a while, but I never saw my mother again."

“……”

Ella's breath froze.

To be honest, she is still only 17 years old, less than two years different from her brother.

As a result, she heard this kind of thing now, and although it was a fact that had been in front of her for a long time, Ella still felt her heart blocked.

She had to revisit her brother, and Ella breathed a sigh of relief at the sound of Clay's somewhat frail, old, but certainly present breathing.

"No, it won't."

Gently stroking Wolfy's little head, she whispered.

"Dad, he's really just tired, you can play with him later."

Then, Ella gently placed the Wolf Fick on the heights.

There, there are other wolf wolves of the full moon.

"I'll take care of you, and I'll go out and see what's going on outside."

"Okay."

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

And, of course, those compatriots.

Although there are not many people in today's werewolf village, the gate of the village and the towering earthen walls around it can be seen at a glance, but it is full of life.

At the same time, there were centaurs walking around the village, handing out the dead prey.

These are the things they got in the early morning hunt.

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

They were standing by her father's side.

"Okay, everyone's fine."

After gently closing his suitcase, the old man spoke.

"You too, Ike, it's just a little overconsumed and malnourished, and honestly, when Dumbledore informed me before, I was really shocked and thought something was wrong."

Then, he sighed.

"But it's okay, nothing serious...... If you need it, I can write you some recipes. ”

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

The old werewolf, also gray-haired, named Ike, just laughed.

He looked at the black centaur.

"Right? Bain. ”

"Hmph, less in this set almost."

Putting down a deer on his shoulder, Bane walked straight away.

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

"No matter what happens, it's all over, hurry up and get better, we still need your help to deal with those eight-eyed spiders."

"Yes."

Ike replied with a smile.

In a way, the relationship between centaurs and their werewolves is better than that of wizards.

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

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

"How old are you, and why are you still the same as before?"

"Is it your turn to say that I am? I've heard Dumbledore say you're still running around the world, aren't you? ”

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

Connor stood on the very edge, 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 with the suitcase, Newt Scamander.

A world-renowned magizoologist, although in Connor's opinion, there may be a little bit of a groove in the age, but "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them" written by him really established the wizards' understanding of magical beasts.

Today, he is also being hired as a guest lecturer by various sanctuaries.

"No Magical Beast Sanctuary is complete without Scamander!"

This phrase did exist and was popular for a time.

But he is such a prestigious old man, but he is not moved by fame and fortune.

After a short period of contact, Connor discovered that the old man was not a man of fame and fortune, and that he had not come here because of Dumbledore's fame.

He really has a visceral concern for the werewolves that the world fears, and he does his best to check them.

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

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

Suddenly, the conversation seemed to turn to Connor.

But Newt shook his head directly.

"No, of course not."

He glanced at Connor.

"My grandson is not old enough to start school, and as for him, ......"

Newt was just pensive, as if to gauge Connor's face.

That look made Connor a little embarrassed.

"What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, in fact, I've always wanted to ask, are you a relative of Dumbledore?"

"No, it's not."

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

Faintly, there was even a kind of disgust in his heart.

He didn't like to be told that way.

"I don't have anything to do with him."

"Really?"

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

"But you give me a lot of the same feeling as him."

Newt said with a smile.

"Maybe it's a delusion."

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

"Well, since there's nothing going on here, and you have centaurs to take care of you, then I won't bother, and I'll have to go see the poor dead boy."

Newt is talking about unicorns.

In fact, this is the purpose for which he was really invited.

"Why don't you stay and eat together? We're about to start breakfast. ”

"It doesn't have to be, and it doesn't feel good to bother you."

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

"Father's ......"

At this moment, a voice came

When Connor's gaze turned to the werewolf.

Remember her name as ......

"Ella?"