The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

The night is getting darker, and the round white moon hangs in the night sky. The silver-white moonlight shines on the white snow, the mountains, trees, and the earth, the moonlight and the snow complement each other, making it beautiful and quiet.

The white fur blanket kept her warm, and Loren was a little bored in the shelter of the branches.

The quiet world was broken by a roar.

"Uh-huh..."

"ah!"

Bates's suppressed and painful voice came from the cave, with some deepness, like the sound of someone writhing on the ground in pain.

"ah!"

The screams of pain became louder and hoarse, and seemed to be accompanied by some kind of relief.

It was quiet for a while.

"Ouch~"

The sharp howl of the wolf penetrates the rocks and reaches the wilderness, echoing from mountain to mountain.

Loren's complexion suddenly turned pale.

Creak~

There was the sound of sharp claws scratching across the rocks, and the transformed werewolf inside was scratching. Then there was a dull collision sound, as the werewolf hit the rock wall with his body, trying to find a way out.

Loren took a deep breath, controlled his trembling body, and decided to leave first. No one knows whether Grandpa Bates, who has lost his mind, can come out.

After packing his bags, he quickly returned to the cabin under the bright moonlight.

The pace became faster and faster, and he gradually started running through the mountains and fields. When he got home, he discovered that the windshielding tarpaulin had cracked a big hole.

Loren opened the door, put a handful of snow into the stove, and lit a fire to melt it. The room gradually became warmer, and as he moistened his throat with a sip of water, he began to organize his thoughts.

Grandpa Bates is a werewolf. He transforms uncontrollably every month when the moon is full. He has to go to the mountains to spend the full moon night every month, and then there will be a period of weakness.

This would explain Bates' strange habits.

The strange rumors in the town are intended to keep the town residents away from Bates. They may be spread by someone in the know, or it may be Bates himself.

When one doubt is solved, more doubts emerge.

Why would Bates like this be willing to raise a dragster? He is obviously more comfortable when he is alone.

Are they really related? If not, what purpose did the church and government at that time have in sending him here?

Is this world really the Britain of the 1980s that he knew before?

Will there be vampires if there are werewolves? What are the roles of the Holy See and the government?

One question follows one question, one doubt follows one doubt.

And most recently, the occult knowledge in those two books, is alchemy really just a story? What is the purpose of that weird bookseller?

Most importantly, does he want to escape Bates?

The complicated thoughts are fruitless. What is certain is that it is impossible for an underage child to travel far.

Grandpa Bates's wrinkled face appeared in Loren's mind, his smile when he said he would achieve great things, his anger when he saw him playing in the snow in single clothes, and his weakness after returning from the mountains every month.

It turns out that so much time has passed without realizing it. He decided to wait. Grandpa Bates deserved the trust.

Loren lay on the small bed and fell into a deep sleep.

The next day.

It was already dark when Loren woke up. Go to the sheep pen to squeeze out fresh goat milk, boil it and let it cool, and you will feel refreshed after one sip.

All the disturbing thoughts from last night were put aside, and Loren decided to let it be. No matter how complicated things were, he couldn't handle them now.

Grandpa Bates is still his Grandpa Bates. No matter what, during the years on the ranch, Bates has always treated him as a family member.

After thinking about this clearly, Loren was no longer troubled.

The sky emits pure light, which reflects on the white snow and illuminates people's hearts.

This is an interesting world! Maybe he will come into contact with extraordinary people and things in the future, and he will become an extraordinary person.

The plot in Loren's mind transitioned from Vampire Hunter to DC Marvel, and her mood became more cheerful.

In the afternoon, Bates dragged his tired body down the mountain.

"Grandpa, you're back!" Loren saw him from afar.

"Um."

Bates looked at the grown-up child in front of him, sighing and sighing, and all kinds of strange emotions suddenly came up and stuck in his mouth.

Bates recalled that the child was just like a kitten when he first arrived. Now he is ten years old and can go up the mountain alone.

When he walked out of the cave, he saw the traces left by Loren. The shelter was well built, but there was no fire.

Bates was a little relieved, but also a little worried. He didn't know how much had been discovered.

There were some things that Bates wanted to keep in the coffin, but he still underestimated the wisdom of a child. He was thinking about how to speak and where to start.

"I cooked mutton, stewed potatoes, and macaroni." Loren didn't pay attention to Bates' unusual look.

Bates sighed in relief: "What a diligent young man."

He planned to enjoy this meal first, after all, he was still very weak.

…

After swallowing the last piece of lamb chop, Bates sighed with satisfaction, "Even if it's the same dish, your cooking is always much better than mine."

Loren raised his eyebrows: "This is a talent."

The two chatted and laughed, put away the tableware, and sat on the doorstep. Watching the moonlight pouring down from the mountains, covering the white snow clothes of the mountains with a layer of silver gauze.

"Are you interested in listening to an old man tell a story?" There was relief in the old man's voice.

"Experience is wisdom." Loren replied.

"Forty years ago, when I was a young boy..."

Bates participated in World War II when he was young. Although it was not a frontal battlefield, it was equally dangerous.

While escorting supplies back, I encountered a small group of elite enemy troops in the mountains.

A squadron chased them around, and eventually Bates's squad became separated from the main force. They walked deeper and deeper into the mountains in the general direction of their return, and the pursuers followed them more and more closely.

"We broke into a wooden house in the mountains. It was a bit similar to ours, but much bigger." Bates looked back at his house, and for a moment he seemed to see the recruit team from forty years ago.

In addition to normal daily items in the wooden house, there is a room built like a cage. There was a middle-aged woman lying in the cage. The cell door was closed and there were three or four football-sized iron locks hanging on it, as if the woman was some extremely terrifying beast.

The key was on the ground not far from the cell door. They opened the cell door and woke the woman.

The woman told them that she was a legendary werewolf who would turn into a werewolf every full moon night, lose her mind, and live in the mountains all the time.

The moon is full again tonight, so lock yourself up in advance. After saying this, the woman ordered several people to leave as soon as possible.

The young recruits are full of novel ideas: If they become werewolves, wouldn't they be able to stand out from the encirclement?

Three people in the group agreed with the idea, and the others did not want to abandon their beliefs and fall into the embrace of darkness.

With the Holy Light in his heart, young Bates left the cabin with a few people who had firm beliefs.

The other three wanted to take a gamble. They sprinkled the woman's saliva on the wound and waited in the house for the enemy and night.

"Next, why did you become a werewolf?" Loren asked.

"That's how fate is. He never develops in the direction that is preset by others." Bates lamented.

The three recruits turned into werewolves and quickly killed all the chasing enemies, and also followed the scent to catch up with their compatriots.

"I watched wild beasts tear my comrades into pieces, and the moonlight that night was like blood." Bates covered his face and his voice was whimpering.

The moon finally sets, and Bates is slightly injured but lucky enough to survive.

The three werewolf comrades woke up and could not accept their actions, so they committed suicide by drinking bullets.

Later, Bates noticed bite marks on his arm while tending to the wound.

"I returned to the UK with their suicide notes, great panic, and their expectations for their families."

After handling the funeral affairs of his comrades, Bates originally wanted to return to his hometown and spend the rest of his days in peace.

As he passed through this small town, he was about to spend the night of the first full moon since being bitten. Ignoring the residents' advice, Bates went up the mountain alone and walked for several hours into the depths of the mountain...

"When I woke up in the morning, I was near the address of this cabin. The forest was messed up by me, and some animals were torn into pieces by me. There was blood everywhere." Bates' old voice slowly spoke of the cruel scene. .

Loren knew this was the origin of the rumors at Yamashita.

Bates settled here, not daring to marry or go home, and his family thought he had died on the battlefield.