I swung my greatsword at Hogwarts

There is a wetland swamp on the south side of the village.

Because of the weather, a layer of black ice formed on the swamp.

When John came here, the smell of blood was strong.

He went to a tree and squatted down, tearing the things from under the tree.

"Wolf Poison Aconitum."

He stared at the aconitum, stuffed a few into the small bag, and walked in another direction.

"Ouch--!"

There was a wolf howling, and John looked up.

An upright werewolf is scouring a small animal, which has been disembowelled.

It looked bloody.

Suddenly, the werewolf stopped his brutal movements, raised his head, and kept sniffing the air with his nose.

John noticed that Pekel was also showing signs of awakening.

He kicked Peker directly on the neck, causing his head to tilt.

"It seems that there is still some time before dawn."

Calculating how long it would be before dawn, John hung Pekel up on a tree.

John stepped forward, and the swamp werewolf behind him ran over.

He looked around, but didn't look up.

John stared at the werewolf. If he jumped from the top, he would probably be able to kill him with a sword.

After thinking about it, John still didn't move.

He stayed in the tree for a long time, and the sky was dim.

The hair on Pekel hanging beside him gradually faded, revealing the original appearance of a woman.

Fair skin, some brown freckles on the face, brown hair.

As he turned back into a human, Pekel gradually regained consciousness.

The swamp werewolf curled up in a bush, and finally turned into a young man.

"This is?" Pekel opened his eyes in a daze.

She thought she had killed someone again, and she was about to shed tears. When she looked down, her legs were hanging in the air, and her body was in great pain from being strangled by the rope.

"Peckel."

A call from under the tree made Pekel discover where he was.

It was there, the place of the nightmare.

Seeing the young man, Peker let out a piercing scream.

Seeing Peker's alienated and frightened appearance, the young man took two steps back in pain.

"Werewolf, say your name." John sat cross-legged on the tree, resting his cheek with one hand.

Only then did the young man notice that there was another person there.

His eyes flicked across the sword on John's back, and his heart sank gradually.

"My name is Maren, sir, can you put Pekel down first?"

"Mallen?" John smiled slightly, "Interesting."

He raised his hand to brush the rope, and a pinch of flames burned and burned the rope.

Pekel screamed, and without thinking, Mullen rushed to make a pad and catch Pekel.

"Get out of here, get out of here!" Pekel struggled with tears, "Stay away from me, you disgusting monster."

Mullen got up and hurried away, and Pekel got off the loose rope and was about to leave.

"Peker, don't want to know the truth?"

A voice stopped Pekel in his tracks.

She looked up at the person in the tree and asked aloud, "Who are you?"

"You can call me Yadani," John shrugged, "I'm a witcher for now."

"Witcher?!" The expressions of Pekel and Mullen changed.

Marlon, in particular, pulled out from nowhere a wooden stick as thick as a rolling pin that seemed to be a magic wand.

"No wonder I call you a wolf witch, you really know magic." John looked at Maren unexpectedly.

As the floor of the chain of contempt in the magical world since ancient times, werewolves can learn magic during this period, which is really surprising.

Mullen squeezed his wand tightly, and Pekel mistook him for hurting himself, and ran to hide behind a tree with a cry of alarm.

John jumped down from the tree, well, his feet were a little numb.

He stared at Mullen's wand and asked curiously, "What magic do you know?"

"The magic I know is beyond your imagination." As if this could make him more confident, Mullen said.

"Okay." After moving his body, John stepped towards Mullen, stretched out his hand and said, "There are some questions that I need to answer."

"Don't come over!" Maren yelled sternly.

John raised his hand impatiently and used the magic of capturing objects.

Mullen didn't expect the witcher to be able to use magic, so he was dragged away.

Grabbing Mullen's neck, John's eyes turned into vertical pupils, "Don't challenge my patience, wizard."

The rolling-pin-like wand was wrenched away by John, who threw the man under a tree, drew his sword and threw it.

The silver tip of the sword protruded through the tree trunk, making Mullen sweat off.

Even Pekel, who was behind the tree, was taken aback.

As long as this sword is slightly upward, it is a sword with two wolves.

Later, John heard a different story from Mullen.

He is a wizard who was bitten by a werewolf on a trip and turned into a werewolf.

Every time he turned into a werewolf, Marlen would run away to spend the full moon somewhere where no one was around.

Only once, he accidentally hurt someone.

That was the appearance of Pekel, when it was close to daylight and the full moon was about to pass.

When Pekel appeared, Mullen regained a little sanity. After biting Pekel, he immediately tried to heal with his wand.

In the confusion, some herbs were mixed together for Pekel to use.

Later, out of guilt, he wanted to take Pekel away, but the village chief tried his best to stop him.

Uneasy, he had to live in the swamp.

But he will also transform at the full moon, unable to stop Pekel, so he has to spread the werewolf information silently.

Intending to drive out werewolves with the help of others.

"You let someone else kill me?" Peker couldn't believe it, "I thought you liked me."

Mullen turned his head away, not daring to look at Pekel's face, and said, "It will be very painful for you to do this."

"I know you, Pekel, you are a kind girl, and you don't want to be a monster like me."

Peker covered his mouth, wondering if he was moved.

John, rolling pin in hand, listened to Mullen's story.

...

Alexei, who was watching, was a little embarrassed.

Anton asked, "So you didn't ask?"

Alexei coughed twice, "Facing the werewolf, I don't know what he said."

"Yardani has a sensitive and delicate heart." Grandfather sighed, "Like his mother, my daughter."

The other uncles agreed that this nephew perfectly inherited Mrs. Wick's advantages.

what?

Watson Wick's ?

He just contributes some man's qualifications, what advantages can he have.

Just a tool man.

They wanted to know what John's choice was more than that gringo.

With the Jovonovich family watching, John made his choice.

Knowing that Mullen was cursed, Peker also understood that it was not Mullen's intention that he was bitten that day.

She was very moved, and then slapped Marlon.

"You bastard, call someone to kill me."

Mullen endured silently.

Now it's John's decision time.

Should we kill the werewolves to clear up the troubles, or let them go?

As a witcher, John would not hesitate to choose to kill them.

But as a wizard...

He pulled out the sword from the tree and pointed the shining tip at the two of them.

"Peker, even though you turned into a werewolf by accident, you killed the villagers after all."

Pekel came out and knelt down, she blamed herself: "Demon hunter, I feel guilty for the mistakes I made."

John put the sword on her slender neck, and Pekel closed his eyes and died calmly.

Mullen struggled, and he felt that he was the culprit.

"Wait," Maren ran over and knelt down, "I'm the cause of everything. If it wasn't for my arrival, Peker wouldn't have turned into a werewolf."

"If you want to kill, kill me!"

As soon as he finished speaking righteously, John thrust the sword through his body.

John smiled and said, "Do you think I'll let you go?"

Mullen was taken aback.

John drew his sword, and Mullen fell in a pool of blood.

Pekel screamed and rushed forward.

The passing of life made Mullen in a trance. He stroked Pekel's cheek with trembling hands and said, "Pekker, forgive me."

"I forgive you, Marlon, please, don't die."

Peker responded with tears in his eyes, begging Mullen not to die.

They staged a drama of bitterness, and John was speechless, "You are a wizard, and you won't be fatal if you get stabbed with a sword."

Mullen, who thought he was going to die, was taken aback for a moment. He raised his head with difficulty, and saw that John had no intention of making up the knife.

He asked in fear, "What are you going to do?"

John glanced at Pekel, and when Pekel was at a loss, John's sword also pierced her.

The sharp blade passed through her abdomen, and was drawn out neatly.

"As punishment, you need to leave the village from now on," John said, shaking the blood off the sword.

He didn't make a third sword.

This scene surprised and delighted Mullen, and at the same time, he didn't understand why John, a witcher, gave up his uncontrolled werewolf.

Even the grandfather's family who were watching didn't understand that letting the werewolf go would mean losing control and causing damage in the future.

At this moment, the grandfather even thought that John was too merciful.

But John smiled slightly, "Werewolf, naturally there is a solution."

As one of the inventors of Wolfsbane potion, John glanced at those herbs.

"However, someone's life needs to be borne." He looked at Peker and said indifferently: "You need to earn enough [-] gold coins as compensation for those killed by you."

One hundred gold coins, in this period, this amount of money is enough to make people forget about hatred.

One must know that the whole village had only collected ten gold coins to kill werewolves.

This matter is extremely difficult, and if Peker does not want to die, there is only this way.

"Peker, I will always be with you."

"Mallen..."

Mullen pressed Pekel's bleeding abdomen, the two looked at each other affectionately, and finally agreed.

At this moment, a white light shot out from the two of them and poured into the rune on the sword.

A rune is lit.

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