Contacting the Werewolves, the Banquet Approaches / Welcome Ceremony, Preventive Measures ...

The werewolf girl from the Werewolf lineage who had previously helped Harry with his experiments had actually successfully transformed into Harry's Human Magus Transformation during the torrential rain that fell on the first day of school, thanks to the first bolt of lightning.

However, Harry has been busy dealing with the Death Eater and Albus Dumbledore lately, so he didn't come to see her right away.

Otherwise, she wouldn't be looking at Harry with such a resentful expression.

"Also... aren't you really going to give me a nicer name?"

Hmm... there must be another reason why the wolf girl is so melancholy.

"I think the name suits your personality quite well." Harry shrugged indifferently, showing no intention of showing any sympathy for his subordinate.

Of course, he wouldn't admit that he only said that because he was surprised to find out that the other party wasn't a wolf girl at all, but an adult female wolf even older than Tonks, after seeing her human form for the first time, he was just being playful and made that casual remark.

However, the wolf girl doesn't really need to worry so much, because this is indeed not her real name.

She's going to be Harry's ambassador for Wolfsbane Potion in the future. Calling her "Red Wolf" is just for fun in private, but it's a bit too informal to use it in public.

So her real name is actually... Talisa Leslie.

Harry thought it was quite fitting.

Chapter 620 Contacting the Werewolf, the Banquet Approaching

"By the way... how's Firenze been lately?" Harry asked quietly as they walked out of the Forbidden Forest together with the werewolf Talisa.

"It's alright, nothing unusual happened."

"Keep an eye on him. During this time, he must not be allowed to associate with anyone outside the Forbidden Forest!"

After officially breaking with Albus Dumbledore, Harry will face many new problems, including the Black Lake and the Forbidden Forest.

The Forbidden Forest, in particular, can be considered Harry's hideout, where almost all of his Fantastic Beasts live. Therefore, it is absolutely crucial that no unstable factors arise.

For example, Firenze.

Actually, Harry had discovered the affair between Firenze and Albus Dumbledore a long time ago, but because he and Albus Dumbledore were still in the honeymoon phase at the time, he didn't pay much attention to it.

But now, he has to keep a close watch on this guy.

Firenze is indeed a sensible Centaur who can see the situation clearly, but his first allegiance was to Albus Dumbledore, and his mind is far more cunning than that of the average Centaur, so Harry has to be wary of him.

In contrast, Ronan, who is easygoing and has a calm temperament, is more reassuring to Harry.

"I will have my people handle this," Talisa immediately agreed. However, after some consideration, she made another request to Harry, "Lord Granger, I wish to depart immediately."

"Didn't I say there was no need to go so early?" Harry raised an eyebrow in confusion. "Besides, I originally thought you would wait until a few more people in your clan had successfully mastered Transfiguration before setting off with them."

As mentioned before, Talisa, the werewolf beauty, will become Harry's ambassador, and naturally, she will be responsible for attracting Werewolf.

The war against Voldemort has now officially begun, Harry naturally has to do everything he can to cut off Voldemort's external support. Werewolf are certainly one of the forces he cannot ignore.

The Wolfsbane Potion he possessed was undoubtedly the elixir that most Werewolf longed for.

Therefore, Harry had discussed it with Talisa long ago. After she successfully transformed into human form, she would help Harry contact other Werewolf in the Wizarding World. However, Harry did not expect her to be in such a hurry to leave.

"The sooner I set off, the sooner I can help you, my lord," Talisa said earnestly. "As for my people, with my successful experience, I don't think I need to worry about their transformation process..."

"Miss Red Wolf, you're overthinking it." Harry noticed her worry and shook his head with a sigh. "To me, you're different from Firenze. Although you also received Dumbledore's permission to enter the Forbidden Forest, time has passed, and those Werewolf descendants who were on good terms with him back then are long gone. I believe not many of your people will remember this."

"Therefore, I do not intend to be overly wary of or restrictive towards you, nor do I need you to pledge your help in dealing with Voldemort or Dumbledore. As long as you are willing to remain neutral, there will always be a place for you in this Forbidden Forest and in the future human world."

"Of course I know, sir, that you are very tolerant of our race, but we cannot be ungrateful. Therefore, I still want to set off as soon as possible, so that I can help you contact as many Werewolf as possible..."

Well, Talisa is actually quite pitiful; she practically carries the fate of her entire tribe on her shoulders.

Whether it was assisting Harry in the serum experiments before, or now volunteering to travel far away to contact the Werewolf, her purpose is nothing more than hoping that Harry will treat her people kindly.

"Then you should wait a little longer." But in the end, Harry shook his head and declined the suggestion. "Before you leave, I need to spend some time helping you with some preparations."

"Ready?" The wolf beauty was taken aback upon hearing this.

"You're out on my behalf, so naturally I have to make sure you're safe," Harry explained matter-of-factly. "I happen to be making protective gear for our people here, but there are so many people who need it, so Luna Lovegood and I have to work together to finish it. You'll have to wait a little longer."

"Then... I'll wait for your instructions, sir." The wolf beauty considered for a moment, then nodded gratefully.

Harry was indeed Splinching of her, which made her secretly glad she made her initial choice.

"While you have some time, help the clansmen who are preparing to train for Transformation find the Potions ingredients they need. I'm quite busy lately, so I can only provide you with Mandrake leaves; you'll have to find the rest yourself." After giving a few brief instructions, Harry turned and left. "I have to go; there's a welcoming ceremony tonight, Hagrid's probably already over."

It's been two months since school started, and tonight, students from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will be arriving at Hogwarts. Harry has to get there now.

After saying goodbye to the wolf beauty, Harry hurried out of the Forbidden Forest, only to find that Hagrid hadn't left as he had expected. Instead, he was lying in a field near the hut, huffing and puffing as he chased after a group of farting, sparking... bugs.

"Hagrid, what are you still doing here?" Harry asked, puzzled. "I thought you'd already taken the Abraxan and headed to the Great Hall entrance."

"It's all because of these Blast-Ended Skrewt!" Hagrid gasped as he grabbed a menacing worm, ignoring the sparks it sprayed on his hand, and tossed it back into the incubator in the field.

"These guys keep running around, I've been busy dealing with them for ages!"

"Freeze them all!" Harry shook his head helplessly, waved his wand to freeze all the Blast-Ended Skrewt in the field, and then cast a Mass Levitation Charm to throw them all into the incubator.

"That solves it!"

"Hey, be gentle!" Hagrid muttered with concern. "I need it for class later. What if it breaks?"

"If you broke it, just talk about something else!" Harry curled his lip in disgust. "I told you to talk about something else. There are so many interesting things in the Forbidden Forest, but you insist on talking about these creatures that look like fleshy spiders. Do you know how much the students' opinion of you has deteriorated lately?"

For the past two months since the start of the school year, Harry has been very busy, so Hagrid prepared the lessons on Care of Magical Creatures himself.

So he pulled out a deadly weapon that made everyone want to back down... the Blast-Ended Skrewt.

Without a doubt, anyone with a normal aesthetic sense would choose to stay away from this.

"But I went through so much trouble to breed them! You have no idea how difficult Manticore and Fire Crab to mate! Besides, I'd like to teach my students about Dragon, but the Ministry of Magic would never agree to that..."

Hagrid complained bitterly that Norberta's identity had always been kept hidden, a fact that troubled not only Harry but also him greatly.

"Alright, stop complaining. Maybe there will be another chance. Let's hurry up and attend the welcoming ceremony; we're going to be late!" Harry urged.

However... the issue of the Ministry of Magic not allowing him to privately keep dragons is actually quite easy to resolve.

All we need to do is replace these officials.

Chapter 621 Welcome Ceremony and Prevention Measures

October 30th was a Sunday, and Hogwarts students didn't have classes, but the atmosphere in the castle wasn't relaxed, as everyone was preparing for the welcoming ceremony that evening.

Filch had been cleaning the school buildings almost since last night, and the Great Hall was decorated and sparkling clean by this morning. All the students were also told not to cause trouble... especially the Weasley Brothers.

As evening approached, even Mrs. Norris and Crookshanks' nine cats were forced to wear pretty bows... unless they wanted to be confined to the gatekeeper's hut.

Finally, just before six o'clock, the Hogwarts students, led by the headmaster, lined up in front of the Great Hall, excitedly awaiting the arrival of their guests.

They whispered amongst themselves, wondering how the two schools that had come from afar would make their entrance—a train or Flying Broomstick. Excitedly, they murmured among themselves as the playground gradually grew dark.

Just then, Dumbledore was standing in the back row with the other faculty members, suddenly shouted, "If I'm not mistaken, Beauxbatons' representative has arrived!"

"Where is it?" The students began to look around anxiously.

"Over there!" a sharp-eyed sixth-grade student shouted, pointing towards the sky above the Forbidden Forest.

It was a colossal creature, now streaking across the deep blue sky under the moonlight, rapidly Accio towards the castle.

"It's a dragon!" a first-grade student screamed excitedly.

"Don't be silly, that's clearly a house!" Dennis Creevey retorted.

His answer was clearly closer to the correct one. When the enormous object appeared in the band of light shining from the castle window, everyone realized that it was actually a huge powder blue carriage!

It was as big as a house, and it was pulled into the air by twelve silver-maned winged horses, each about the size of an elephant.

"It's Abraxan! I never expected there to be so many!" A student who had taken Care of Magical Creatures Class immediately screamed excitedly.

The carriage in the air began to descend rapidly, and the students standing in the first three rows quickly stepped back to make enough space for the 'motorhome'.

The twelve horses landed in unison, their hooves, as large as plates, slamming heavily onto the ground with a tremendous thud.

At the same time, the carriage also landed on the ground, trembling on its huge wheels.

The welcoming procession returned to normal, and the carriage door opened just in time. A boy in a light blue robe jumped off the carriage, groped around under the floor for a while, and then opened a golden spiral staircase.

After that, he respectfully jumped back, and everyone saw a shiny black high heel emerge from the carriage.

The shoe was as big as a child's sled, and its owner was a woman as big as Hagrid, nearly four meters tall, who immediately stunned the Hogwarts students.

However, she was quite beautiful and her every move was very elegant. She wore a black satin dress, and when the light from the Great Hall shone on her, everyone could see the Winky opal ornaments on her neck and fingers.

Dumbledore then began to clap, and many of the other students followed suit. Those standing in the back rows tried to stand on tiptoe to get a better look at the lady.

Seeing this, the lady responded with an elegant smile, extended a Winky hand, and walked towards Dumbledore.

Dumbledore gave the other person a kiss on the hand, and although he was also very tall, he hardly bent over when he kissed the hand.

"Dear Olympe Maxime, welcome to Hogwarts."

"Dumbledore, I hope you are well," replied Madame Maxime. Olympe Maxim, Headmistress of Beauxbatons, in a graceful voice.

"Thank you so much."

"These are my students." Olympe Maxime pointed behind her, where a dozen or so male and female students had disembarked from the carriage and were now standing in neat rows.

They were probably around eighteen or nineteen years old, and they were all trembling slightly, seemingly because their clothes were too thin. Some of the students even had their heads wrapped in scarves.

"Olympe Maxime, please use this to warm yourself up." Professor McGonagall then waved her wand behind her, and a dozen glass bottles flickering with eerie light flew out of the Great Hall. "The Durmstrang haven't arrived yet; we may have to wait a while."

"A very thoughtful preparation." Olympe Maxime caught a bottle with both hands, felt that it was not quite the right size, and then cast Engorgement Charm on it before revealing a satisfied smile.

"This is Bluebell Flames, specially prepared by Miss Granger." Professor McGonagall smiled and pointed to the fourth-year students. Following her gesture, Olympe Maxime spotted Hermione, who was giving her a slight nod.

Actually, Hermione didn't just create these Bluebell Flames preserved in glass bottles to keep guests warm.

Because of the welcoming ceremony for the two schools, Dumbledore had removed all visible Sneakoscope from the schools today, and he had no intention of screening the people from either school individually.

However, Hermione strictly adhered to Harry's policy of screening everyone and had no intention of letting her guard down just because they were guests.

These Bluebell Flames were all made with Luna Lovegood's help. Each glass bottle was coated with a certain amount of Identification Potion. As long as you hold it in your hand, the Transfiguration of the Polyjuice Potion will be immediately exposed!

Having said that, as a forensic pathologist in China, Harry naturally cares more about nationwide disease prevention and control than these Westerners.

"Hermione Granger? I've heard of her too." Olympe Maxime nodded, but also seemed a little puzzled. "I just wonder... where is the other Granger right now?"

Not only her, but also two students from Beauxbatons, one older and one younger, both wearing headscarves, were looking around as if searching for someone.

"As for that one..." Professor McGonagall's face showed obvious hesitation. How could she know that Harry wasn't coming to the welcoming ceremony and had gone off to cause trouble somewhere else?

And it wasn't just Harry; Hagrid, a staff member, was also late?!

"Everyone, we're here!"

Just as Professor McGonagall was struggling to find the right answer, Harry's voice suddenly came from the far end of the playground.

The crowd in front of the Great Hall quickly turned to look, and then saw two equally tall Pegasus horses gracefully walking towards them.

Harry and Hagrid were riding on horseback at the moment, but Hagrid looked more like a knight, while Harry looked like a child riding an elephant, completely lacking in style.

"I'm so sorry, Olympe Maxime, we're late." After dismounting, Harry approached Olympe Maxime and nodded apologetically, while she smiled kindly in return.

One of her purposes in coming to Hogwarts was to meet this amazing young man that so many people talked about.

Chapter 622 All Three Schools Gather, No Abnormalities Reported

"Harry Granger, I often heard about your deeds Beauxbatons, especially what you did at the Quidditch World Cup, which undoubtedly gave courage to many people."

Olympe Maxime looked at Harry with elegance. Although she was much taller Harry, she did not give off a condescending feeling.

"You flatter me," Harry quickly thanked her.

"How are Mr. Flamel Nicolas Flamel?" Olympe Maxime asked with concern. "Since they left France, I've only been getting bits and pieces of news from Lestrange from time to time."