Would You Live for Me?

Mormont awoke with a start, quickly releasing the claws that were still tearing at his abdomen, and curled up in a corner.

William squinted, staring at the solid-colored direwolf in front of him.

He wasn't really willing to let Mormont bite him... Hermione would have been more likely to do it.

Besides, becoming Werewolf isn't a good thing. The "bite" he mentioned refers to turning into a sea eagle and fighting a snow wolf.

Mormont lay on the ground, then suddenly drooped his ears and began to crawl forward little by little.

William sat on the edge of a rock, silently waiting for the white wolf to crawl to his feet.

Mormont's abdomen was already bleeding, and during the dragging, it was cut by sharp stones, making his condition even more gruesome.

The snow wolf stretched out a paw and gently grabbed William's shoe. She raised her head, opened her bloodshot mouth, and revealed ferocious teeth.

William raised his hand, but Mormont didn't bite him; instead, he stuck out his bloodied tongue and licked his palm.

A tingling, numb sensation... a little itchy.

The white wolf whimpered in a hoarse voice, as if lamenting.

William reached out and touched Mormont's head. She tilted her head back and nuzzled against him like a docile puppy.

William sighed, raised his wand, and aimed it at Mormont's enormous wolf head.

Mormont did not resist; he only felt darkness before his eyes, and then... he collapsed to the ground.

When Mormont awoke again, he found himself transformed back into a human from his wolf form.

"A very obscure but useful spell, the Homorphus Charm," William's voice came from the beach.

He was sitting cross-legged on a large rock, gazing at the vast sea.

"My Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor Lockhart... although he's not very capable and is a fraud, much of the content in the book is based on other people's real experiences and has been modified."

I learned some things from it, including this spell.

"Of course, this spell is difficult and requires a strong ability to Transfiguration Transfiguration, which I happen to be very good at."

William gestured to the side, Mormont hesitated for a moment before walking over and sitting down next to him.

Mormont found himself wearing unfamiliar robes, and his wounds had been treated.

"Hermione's clothes are all too small, so I'll have to give you mine to change into."

It doesn't fit perfectly, but it's still better than what you're wearing.

Mormont's original clothes had been replaced with strips of cloth, exposing large areas of skin. While William was treating her wounds, he casually changed her into a new coat.

William picked up a pebble, flicked his wrist slightly, and the pebble tore through the sea and slid straight away.

After sliding four or five times, it stopped.

William said wistfully, "I've gotten rusty. Back at Black Lake, my record for skipping stones was sixteen times, and I was known as the 'Little Prince of Skipping Stones'."

Come on, give it a try!

Mormont picked up the pebble William had found and threw it into the water; it sank immediately.

"Haha, that's not how you throw it... Pinch it between your thumb and middle finger, with your index finger behind. When you throw it, pull it off with your index finger, making it spin as you throw it. The angle should be about 20 degrees..."

Mormont picked up a few more stones and began practicing.

William hesitated for a moment, then asked, "Have you decided where to go?"

Mormont paused briefly, then shook his head slightly and threw the pebble with force.

"My parents died a long time ago. At that time, I was bitten by Jacob and turned into Werewolf. Later, I was sold to Skender."

Skender is a circus owner who hates disobedient animals. Every full moon, he whips me.

Sometimes we'd play until midnight, and that's how I could stay awake during the full moon...

Mormont recounted her story, rambling on and on, seemingly recounting few happy tales. Even the stories she considered amusing were tinged with sadness.

It is undoubtedly difficult for Werewolf to survive.

"Of the seven companions who were with me at the beginning, six are dead. I was only thinking about revenge. If it weren't for this thought, I would have died in the circus long ago."

I don't know how I've survived all these years... Now, Jacob is dead, and Skender has been bitten by me too.

I seem to have suddenly lost my purpose... Or... why don't you kill me, don't let me live like this in pain?

William stood up and looked at the distant horizon. In his eyes, the sunrise resembled a huge, golden carp rolling across the sea.

He said calmly, "Mormont, what's so hard about wanting to die? It's hard to live well."

Mormont rested her chin on her knees, the sea breeze caressing her face, and softly said, "Is there any reason to live?"

"There are too many reasons..." William paused, unable to think of any for a moment.

William remained silent for a long time before finally speaking, "Since I saved you, I need you to die. Are you willing to die for me?"

"I do!"

"That makes things much simpler," William asked in a drawn-out, almost Dark Lord voice. "Are you willing to live for me?"

Mormont bit his lip, lowered his head, and whispered, "I do."

Anne and Gabrielle seemed to become best friends overnight. After such a magical night, it's easy for friendships to blossom.

William was puzzled. They clearly couldn't understand what each other was saying, yet they always liked to have serious conversations!

I don't know who came up with the bad idea, but the two of them, one big and one small, started shamelessly pestering William to watch the sunrise.

He wasn't going to see the sunrise with William; he was just a vehicle!

That's right, the two wanted William to turn into a sea eagle and carry them straight to the sky.

Anne would always be overjoyed when the thick clouds broke through and the sky suddenly brightened, and Gabrielle would enjoy it just as much.

Soon, the two became four, with Hermione and Phoebe joining the Sunrise Watching Team.

William suddenly realized that he hadn't learned his Animagus for himself, but rather for these four incredibly arrogant aunts!

The four girls became obsessed with catching fish. After several sea fishing trips, they discovered that seagulls were even better at catching fish, so they switched to catching seagulls instead.

William had to carry four people as he chased after the seagulls.

This was a brutal naval battle of the century; the furthest pursuit was only two or three miles.

William was finally no longer worried about his hair, but started to worry about his back... Would he follow in Cedric's footsteps and ruin his back at such a young age?

After catching a few poor little seagulls, William suggested a barbecue, to which the others rolled their eyes at him.

They wouldn't eat it, nor William to eat it; instead, they tied strips of paper to their paws.

Hermione wrote "William is an asshole," Phoebe wrote "He's not an asshole," Anne added "They're both right," and finally Gabrielle added "Protect the best asshole William in the world."

Later, the girls also developed a love for diving.

They chose a deserted spot in the sea, and William carried them into the air. The four of them, wearing only swimsuits, jumped off him.

Like dumplings being dropped into boiling water, a large spray of water rose from the sea.

It didn't fly very high, only three or four meters, but that was enough to keep the girls thumping around all afternoon.

Without any unexpected events during their summer vacation, they had a wonderful time. William also enjoyed watching them.

After spending two full weeks in Biarritz, William and his companions were about to leave for Dijon.

Before parting, Phoebe and Hermione whispered to each other, their heads close together.

Gabrielle looked up and cried, "Remember to come visit me next time!"

William nodded.

Gabrielle holds up her little finger, "Come on, pinky promise!"

William smiled and knelt down to wipe away her tears, then gently made a pinky promise with her.

Gabrielle leaned in and kissed William on the cheek, then blushed and ran towards Anne.

"See you at the Quidditch World Cup next year!" William said with a smile as he saw Phoebe approaching.

"Of course." Phoebe blinked, her face beaming with a bright smile. She took two steps forward and opened her arms as if to give a farewell hug.

William hesitated for two seconds, glanced at Hermione, and then gave her a polite hug.

Phoebe whispered in William's ear, "I just asked Hermione for permission."

Before William could understand what she meant, Phoebe gently kissed him on the forehead.

Phoebe held Gabrielle's hand, and the two figures gradually disappeared into the distance.

Hermione asked mischievously, "Aren't we going to chase after them?"

"Huh?" William asked, puzzled. "What are you chasing?"

"Do you think I'm blind? Didn't Phoebe just kiss you?" Hermione's eyes widened.

"Is there?"

Anne nodded, crossed her arms, and said, "Yes, I saw it too!"

William looked speechless, rolled his eyes at Anne, and said, "Didn't you give permission?"

"Even if I gave permission, it was permission for Phoebe to kiss you, not permission for you to let her kiss you," Hermione demanded angrily. "Why didn't you even dodge?"

"I tried to dodge, but I couldn't. Besides, it was just a polite farewell, without any ulterior motives," William explained.

Hermione pursed her lips and muttered to herself in a loud voice, "If you have nothing to hide, why are you avoiding it? Just let her kiss you openly, what's wrong with that?"

"..."

"By the way, what did Phoebe just say to you? You two were whispering to each other for ages." William changed the subject.

Hermione huffed, "She told me to keep an eye on you, but you're not honest at all!"

The girl glared at him and tried to kick William in the back of his shoe.

William reacted quickly and tactically dodged.

Hermione stumbled and fell backward, instinctively closing her eyes in anticipation of the impact and pain, but instead fell into a warm embrace.

I opened my eyes and saw William's hateful smiling face.

William lowered his head and kissed Hermione on the forehead. A strand of hair fell down to the tip of the girl's nose, soft and ticklish.

Following behind, Anne pretended to close her eyes, then casually covered Dahei's eyes as well.

Dahei bared its teeth; Anne had just poked its eyeball.

It hurts!

These days, the various forms of public displays of affection are no longer just about emotional abuse; they're even going so far as to physically destroy people?!

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