I'm Not Good at Fighting

By the time afternoon classes ended, it was still fairly early. George and Fred had returned to the animal pens early and begun preparing dinner for their little creatures.

Apparently, Merlin, that "great Puffskein," had crossbred another new variety. It was currently unstable and needed careful tending.

Anna and Hannah were also busy in the sunniest corner of the hill. A kind of fruit-honey lantern bush Hannah had cultivated had ripened and needed to be harvested before it became overripe.

Otherwise, the bright red little lanterns growing on the bushes would burst, splattering their juice everywhere.

The tasty juice would attract Lobalugs to lick it up. The Twins did not want those venom-spitting creatures appearing near the animal pens. If the Puffskeins and Bunny Fluffs lived in fear, their production would decline.

Neville was even busier. He was trying to use magic to process medicinal ingredients. Though it was still a little difficult for him, they would need a huge quantity of ingredients soon.

They were preparing to lift the Wolfsbane Potion curse from the Werewolf tribes. Their Cottage had accepted this commission from the Ministry of Magic's Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, so they had to see it through.

And Anton wanted even more. He hoped that Uncle Lupin's direct descendants could go a step further, using the stacking of bloodlines to completely integrate into the Werewolf Magical Bloodline.

Though these werewolves had suffered terribly under the Wolfsbane Potion curse, they had also, unknowingly, developed the ideal constitution for bearing the Werewolf Magical Bloodline.

Besides, Lupin had clearly noted in the registration records of the Muggle government, the International Wizards' Association, and the Ministry of Magic that Anton was the legal heir to the company Werewolf Home Furnishings.

They were their own people. Of course