Werewolf Incident

Muya had just risen when a chill slowly blew in with Tom as he entered. He closed the door, then took off his hat and overcoat.

"Where did you go, Tom?"

Normally, Muya would not have been too curious about where Tom went, but with such a fierce snowstorm outside today, it was hard not to wonder.

"Malfoy Manor."

Muya nodded and asked expectantly, "Want hot pot?"

The words want to eat were practically written across her eyes, yet she still asked him.

"A pot of bright red, dragon-fire-hot broth? If a Troll had messed with my brain, I might eat it." His voice was as calm as still water. He had no intention of torturing himself.

Muya was only teasing him. Tom was not someone who could handle spicy food.

While Muya busied herself in the kitchen, Tom dealt with the recent incidents involving werewolves and wizards.

In a northern forest, several werewolves had injured around ten wizards. Three had died on the spot, while the remaining wizards had been sent to St Mungo's Hospital.

The incident had been printed in the newspapers and spread throughout the wizarding world. The joke shop had no choice but to adjust its work schedule, and even Ron and Ginny had come to help at the shop. Naturally, they would receive proper payment.

Muya had also sent dolls to help. There were especially many customers during the holidays, but fortunately, their stock was replenished quickly.

Just as her hot pot was ready, the door opened again. It was Grindelwald and Dumbledore, wearing red and blue hats.

"Hey, what smells so good?" Grindelwald looked directly at Muya.

Muya shifted to the side and blocked the hot pot, immediately changing the subject. "Why are you two here?"

Dumbledore took off his hat and coat, then