Wearing a mask and gloves, Rolf quickly dissected the werewolf's body with a knife in his hand.
At his feet, there were bottles of various sizes filled with various kinds of blood.
Not far away, there were several Aurors who had been coming for a while. They all looked at Rove. Their faces and eyes seemed to be carved out of the same mold.
That's... fear!
The fear of teenagers!
Scrimgeour, the director of the Auror Office, was the only wizard standing by Rove's side. While he was inspecting the body, he was observing the boy...
He was dissecting the werewolf's corpse with a focused look and a calm demeanor that didn't look like a thirteen-year-old child at all... This inner quality was simply terrifying.
Scamander is a monster!
Including Newt! !
Minister Fudge walked over slowly, followed by Umbridge. He did not get close to the werewolf corpse and stopped, as if he was afraid that if he was stained with blood, he would also turn into a werewolf.
Fudge covered his nose and asked in a thick nasal voice: "Rufus, what do you say?"
Scrimgeour turned around and walked towards Fudge. He whispered:
"Minister, the identity of the dead werewolf has been determined. The dead werewolf is Fenrir Greyback."
Hearing this familiar name, Fudge was extremely panicked at first, but soon his face was full of ecstasy. "Are you sure it's him?"
Fenrir Greyback was a notorious werewolf who committed countless crimes. The Ministry of Magic had been hunting him down, but without success... Unexpectedly, he died here.
If the news of Greyback's death were made public, it would be enough to instantly reverse the negative image of the Ministry of Magic after Peter escaped.
But Fudge quickly became confused again: "How come Greyback is here?"
"Someone put a bounty on Scamander in Knockturn Alley, and Greyback came to attack him." Scrimgeour explained:
"Fanny Atem was Greyback's accomplice, and her body was also found nearby."
The director of the Auror Office hesitated for a moment and continued: "Both of them were killed by Scamander."
Fudge stared at Scrimgeour in disbelief, as if he were speaking an entirely foreign language.
"You mean, Rolf killed them both by himself?!"
"Yes, Minister." Scrimgeour confirmed: "There was also a Death Eater named Gibbon who was also an accomplice...but he escaped."
Fudge was stunned, with a complex look on his fat face, mixed with shock and suspicion.
Scrimgeour sighed secretly. To be honest, when he heard the news for the first time, his expression was even more exciting than Fudge's.
How could a thirteen-year-old wizard survive at the hands of three dark wizards?
But not only did Rolf survive and protect the two girls from harm, he also killed two of them on his own... one of them was a werewolf who was full of evil.
This achievement is so shocking that it sounds like a fantasy.
But that’s the fact. After all, the body is lying there, you have to believe it!
Fudge took a deep breath and tried his best not to make his gaffe too obvious, but he still couldn't accept this statement.
"I remember that the Ministry of Magic sent Aurors here for protection, right?" Fudge suddenly asked, "What did he say?"….
"Berk has been sacrificed." Scrimgeour sighed: "He was hit by the killing curse, and most of his body was eaten by Greyback."
Fudge became more and more speechless. The Auror of the Ministry of Magic couldn't compare to a teenager?
Scrimgeour seemed to know what Fudge was thinking, and he reminded:
"Minister, Scamander stopped Quirrell from stealing the Philosopher's Stone, and also captured Peter... He is a genius, and he is friends with Nico Flamel... He cannot be treated like a child."
"I understand." Fudge sighed. Genius cannot be measured by common sense, just like Dumbledore.
His face turned ugly and he asked hurriedly:
"How is Rolf doing now? He fought with a werewolf, was he bitten?"
Scrimgeour pointed at the boy who was still dissecting and said jokingly:
"Mr. Minister, do you think he looks injured?"
"..."
"Instead of worrying about whether Scamander is injured," Scrimgeour lowered his voice: "It is better to consider whether to stop him and continue to dissect Greyback.
Otherwise, he might end up leaving nothing more than a wolfskin to the Ministry of Magic. "
"..."
…
…
Rove's anatomy plan was quickly stopped, which made him somewhat regretful.
The boy actually wanted to collect Greyback's body. As a werewolf, whether it was hair or flesh, he was of great research value.
But Greyback is a criminal registered with the Ministry of Magic, not a simple magical creature, so even if Rolf kills him, he can't keep it in his hands.
After the autopsy, Rove was questioned by Fudge again, but did not give much valuable information.
After all, he didn't recognize the mysterious wizard wearing a robe.
After returning to the house, Luofu took a shower again to get rid of the fishy smell from his body, then walked back to his room in his pajamas.
The corridor was very quiet, it was already midnight, and Shirley and Hermione should have fallen asleep at this time.
But after he opened the door, he was stunned.
In the room, two girls sat opposite each other separated by a lamp. One was reading a book, and the other was holding Crookshanks in his arms, staring eagerly.
Rove turned his head and glanced at the corridor to make sure he didn't accidentally touch Shirley or Hermione's room... This was his room!
"Aren't you two sleeping yet?" Luo Fe asked curiously.
"There was an attack tonight, how can I still sleep!" Hermione muttered.
"It's okay. Fudge left five Aurors and will always be guarding the area." Rolf walked into the house and comforted him, "Besides, I'm still here."
The two girls didn't say anything. Luofu raised his eyebrows and said, "You just said what you have to say, why are you still hesitating?"
"Rolph, you weren't bitten by a werewolf, were you?" Hermione asked cautiously.
"No." Rolf shook his head.
"Have you checked carefully?" Shirley asked cautiously, "What if there are wounds on your body?"
"Yes, I just checked the book." Hermione said seriously: "According to the book, after being bitten by a deformed werewolf, the person bitten will also be infected with lycanthropy and eventually become a werewolf."
"I know……"….
"Then don't take it seriously!" Hermione said seriously with a stern face: "How many minor illnesses turn into big problems just because you don't care about them.
I asked my neighbor to get vaccinated, but she refused. One day, she was bitten by a dog, contracted rabies and died.
I also have a classmate from primary school who had a long-term cold that didn't get better. She didn't go to the hospital for a check-up, and then she suffered a cerebral infarction. besides……"
"..." You are Conan, right? People around you always die mysteriously?
Seeing that Hermione was still going to make a long speech, Rolf quickly interrupted: "What do you two want to do? Just tell me."
The two girls looked at each other. Hermione, who was more aggressive and bold, didn't dare to speak. In the end, it was the girl with the ponytail who took the initiative:
"We both want to help you check your body...you...take off your clothes."
"..."
"No need, right?" Luo Fu couldn't help but hold his forehead and said, "I'll check it myself later."
"Can you check a blind spot like the back?" Hermione asked.
"..."
"But there's no need to bother you two," Luo Fe insisted.
"Why are you so shy? You told me before that there is no gender in the eyes of veterinarians." Shirley retorted softly.
Although the girl said this, her cheeks were still blushing.
"Thank you for putting your knowledge to use, Shirley." Rolf stepped back and said, "But it's really no need."
The two girls stood up and chased the boy
go.
"You two, don't come over here... Hey, just check the back. I can do the other parts myself."
"Hey, Crookshanks, where are you biting!!"
…
…
Qingcrow
