[Lovell (Level 1 Clearance Holder)

Race: Forbidden Timberwolves

Age: 9 (equivalent to human life)

Mana: 10 (has reached the maximum amount of mana that can be held at the current age)

Mood Amplification Factor: 8 (Jungle of the Jungle)

Notes: The identity of a wolf makes you naturally know how to survive, the nature of a wolf makes you more deadly and fierce, you are a natural killer, but a comfortable life will dull you

Talents –

Enchantment: B (Normal Level)

Deformation: B (normal level)

Potion: A (bonus from herbology)

Herbs: S (Wildlife Talent)

Divination: A (Intuition of Wild Animals)

Alchemy: C

Flying: C (Terrestrial animals are not good at flying)

Note: Bonding with the contracted character will give you a bonus to each of your talents

Talent Magic: Proficient in all languages (as a Forbidden Wolf, you are born to communicate with all kinds of animals)

Trait: Lucky

Slate Energy Remaining: 0 (During charging, the rate of recharge depends on the total amount of mana of the contracted wizard)]

Lovell tilted his head, even with its simple little brain, its own panel seemed to be very powerful.

I'm awesome!

The wolf cub .jpg his waist

As for charging, it seems like hemione has to wait for Hermione to become a witch...... But when will she become a witch? The wolf cub doesn't know.

Lovell glanced at Hermione, this girl is important!

"Can you see anything?" Looking at the wolf cub's expression, a hint of suspicion flashed across Hermione's face.

"Hey, hey, hey......" Lovell activated the skill to pass the trick - the skill took effect, Hermione didn't bother with the strangeness on the slate, she grabbed the wolf cub to her side, took a small comb from the bedside, and carefully combed it.

The fine teeth scraped through the oily and slippery fur, shaving some of the fuzz off and clumping it up on the comb, which Hermione eventually removed. Soon, a small furball was piled up next to the wolf cub.

Lovell only felt himself being held down by Hermione's small hand, a few cold pointed ends scratching his fur, a little tickling. At first it was slightly uncomfortable, but soon it got used to the presence of comb teeth.

After acclimatizing, the wolf cub squinted and enjoyed it, its little tail coiled behind it, wagging and wagging.

Looking at the wolf cub's enjoyment, Hermione smiled angrily: This guy is a happy one.

"No, it's combed!" After combing the cub's fur, Hermione tapped the tip of the cub's nose with a comb to signal that it could stand up.

Lovell opened his eyes, shook his body, and shook his hair, only to feel very comfortable.

"Thank you~"

"Nothing—oops!"

The wolf cub pounced and threw Hermione, caught off guard, on the bed. Lovell didn't look big, but he was five or six pounds, and he pounced, and the wolf's appearance really startled Hermione, but it soon proved with his actions that he didn't mean anything malicious - it stuck out its little pink tongue and licked her face.

The rustling sensation of the wolf's tongue licking through the skin was the first time Hermione had experienced it.

"What are you doing, it's itching!" Hermione crossed the wolf cub with both hands and lifted it up.

The wolf cub blinked and looked at Hermione in a daze.

"Licking ......"

Hermione:?

The wolves in the pack will show kindness by licking each other's fur, and the wolf cub feels that since Hermione has just "licked" her hair, it is reasonable that she should respond.

"Alright," Hermione understood what the wolf cub meant, "don't do a surprise attack next time......"

Just as Hermione was educating the wolf cub on etiquette, the wolf cub suddenly pricked up its ears, and it heard an unusual sound.

It jerked to its feet and turned its head to the place where the sound had come from—the gate to Granger's garden.

"There's an intruder." It made a deep sound, alerting Hermione to be on her guard.

Hermione glanced up at the wall clock on the wall, then ran to the window and lifted the curtains to see who the so-called "intruder" was.

"It's my parents!" Hermione rubbed the wolf cub's head to stop it from being so nervous.

"Oh...... Hey?! The wolf cub first breathed a sigh of relief, and then suddenly tensed up again: the owner of this territory is coming back?

Then you have to perform well, and whether you can eat and drink at Granger's house depends on the next performance.

The Granger couple returned home as usual, and their daughter came home from school before them as usual.

As soon as he entered, Mr. Granger could smell the smell of the steak.

"I guess our little Hermione made me a steak." Mr. Granger had a happy smile on his face, what could be happier than his daughter's sensible feelings? After a tiring day, if you can eat a hot meal and a hot meal, it is really the greatest happiness for a middle-aged man.

The corners of Mrs. Granger's mouth also rose slightly.

When the couple changed their clothes, they saw their daughter standing timidly at the door of the living room, looking like she wanted to wear it.

Hermione's heart wasn't as strong as she spoke. Although she told Lovell that her parents would agree to adopt her cute little wolf cub, she hesitated and wavered the moment the Granger couple stepped into the room.

After all, it's about keeping a wolf at home, will they really agree? Hermione ran out of confidence.

"Baby!" Mr. Granger strode over to his precious daughter and picked her up as a kiss.

"How? Are you okay at school today? After putting down his daughter, Mr. Granger asked about Hermione's situation at school today, and Hermione responded nonchalantly.

"Have you fed the stray cats?" Mrs. Granger didn't care about her daughter's performance in school, because she knew that her daughter was definitely the best.

She was more concerned about the idea her daughter had told her yesterday: she wanted to go to Green Park after school to feed the stray cats there.

She wanted to refuse, but Mr. Granger, who was more nervous, was the first to agree. As a parent, Mrs. Granger can't go back on her word, so she can only pinch her nose to accept it and tell her daughter to stay safe.

"No," Hermione perked up, knowing she was about to talk about the key topic, "but I came across something more fun......

"Huh? Didn't you cook me a steak? Mr. Granger's voice of disappointment came from the kitchen, and he hurried into the kitchen, only to see an empty plate and a dirty frying pan.

"Shut up." Mrs. Granger was unhappy with her husband's interruption, and she motioned for Hermione to continue.

"In fact...... I picked up a puppy and came back......" Hermione hung her head, her hands pinching the corners of her skirt, her toes scratching the ground, and behind her, Lovell sat obediently on the floor, staring at Mrs. Granger.

Wolf Cub: (o°ω°o)

"Of course not!" Mr. Granger, who had been in the kitchen to observe the whole process, decided that his opportunity to reflect his family status had come, so he stepped out of the kitchen and expressed his will.

Tears welled up in the corners of the wolfcub's eyes, and it looked at Mrs. Granger with wide, watery eyes.

Pathetic, helpless, but very cute.

Mrs. Granger felt like her heart was melting.

So she looked at her husband decisively and said in a tough tone: "You go cook first!" This matter has nothing to do with you! ”

What is a family brother?

Mr. Granger has successfully proven his position.

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The second watch is at 6 p.m