"Hey… that's sad…" Ivan muttered.
From his vantage point, he could see a wizard in an old wizard's robe coming out of the room with a hole in it, cursing him for being unlucky.
After all, there were so many houses around. Why would they attack his house?
The werewolf's ability to heal was remarkable, as his wounds had begun to heal the moment he was knocked to the ground.
The wizard seemed to notice this, and his expression became even more irritated. His wand began to emit black smoke, and he muttered strange, unintelligible incantations.
The black gas spread and took the shape of a human face. Its mouth opened and closed, and it charged at the werewolves on the ground with a piercing scream.
At that moment, the red brick wall behind them collapsed under the impact, and a larger, silver-haired werewolf charged into the fray, violently flinging the smaller werewolf off to one side as its arms were corroded by the black gas.
Its silver-white fur had been corroded away by the black gas, and its arms were covered in holes that showed no signs of healing. The werewolf let out an angry roar and ran off with the skinny werewolf in its jaws.
The wizard's face darkened, but he did not pursue the attack. Instead, he waved his wand and cast a Restoration Charm to restore everything to how it had been before the battle.
Even with all the commotion, the rest of Knockturn Alley was quiet, and no one came out to stop or check.
To them, Knockturn Alley was just another peaceful and peaceful day…
At least there won't be a body or two on the street tomorrow…
Ivan, who had been watching the entire battle, had an ugly expression on his face. The strength of both parties in the battle exceeded his expectations. If he had been involved in the battle just now, he might not have been able to escape unless he used his GPA to activate the experience card.
However, he only had 1,000 GPA, which could not be replenished.
It seems I'll have to find a way to raise the level of my Phylactery to Level Four soon, Ivan thought desperately.
Also, he lacked spells with high destructive power…
[Ding, end of first year, detected safe return of host, system updating…]
Ivan was lying in bed planning how to improve his strength during the summer holidays when the long-awaited system prompt sounded.
System update?
Ivan immediately got out of bed and checked the updates in his head, but the system was as aloof as ever, not giving even a hint as to when the update would be completed.
The only thing that made Ivan feel slightly safer was that the system would not shut down when updated, which meant that he could still use his GPA to improve his combat effectiveness in a pinch.
…
Early the next morning, Ivan, who had not slept well all night, woke up on time according to the biological clock. Relying on his memory, he went to the bathroom to brush his teeth and wash up. Ivan then sat at the dining table, holding a knife and fork as he prepared to eat.
However, after waiting for more than half an hour, there was still no sign of Alicia, and Ivan would have done it himself if he didn't know how to operate the family's magical kitchen.
It was not until nearly nine o'clock that Alicia came out of her room, yawning, in her dressing gown.
"Sit down, I'll cook," said Alicia, and she went into the kitchen. Within a few minutes, she returned with a plate.
Breakfast was a simple affair, consisting of a couple of sandwiches and two bowls of porridge, but it tasted good, only slightly worse than the food made by the house-elves at Hogwarts.
"Mom… Mom… what happened to the werewolves last night?" Ivan called out stiffly, but Alicia didn't seem to notice the slight difference in the way she addressed him.
"You heard that, too?" said Isiah, looking Ivan up and down for a moment before hitting him over the head with a spoon. "Go to bed early next time!"
Ivan was speechless. He had to be able to sleep with all the howling.
It was then that Alicia explained.
"The group of werewolves came to Knockturn Alley two months ago. It's possible that they couldn't stay anywhere else and were driven away. However, they kept a low profile and didn't cause any trouble, so no one wanted to deal with them."
"I wonder why it got out of hand yesterday?" Alicia wondered, but didn't think too much of it.
Now that this had happened, the pack of werewolves were probably going to find themselves in Knockturn Alley…
Ivan didn't pursue the matter any further. After satisfying his curiosity, he quickly changed the subject to the Trace and told her about his plans to spend the summer practicing magic.
"That's easy. Give me your wand and I'll take care of it. It might take a week, maybe longer," said Alicia, pleased with Ivan's enthusiasm for learning.
"Okay." Ivan handed over his wand.
It would be best if Alicia had a solution.
With the wand out of his hand, Ivan felt empty and unsafe. What should he do for the next few days?
After some thought, she put down her knife and fork and went into the basement. When she came out, she was holding a wooden box.
"For the next few days, use this wand and see if it fits." Alicia opened the box and took out the wand.
Curious, Ivan reached for it and tried to infuse it with his magic. The process was smooth, and the sandwiches and oatmeal floated on the table.
Ivan looked at the new information in the system column.
[Magical Item: Wand (Hawthorn, Dragonheart string, twelve inches long)
Magic: medium
Compatibility: 89%
Description: This wand has been specially modified with seven ancient runes engraved in the middle to conceal the fluctuations and traces of the caster's magic.]
This is also 89% compatibility, Ivan thought, wondering how inappropriate my wand was before.
However, the instructions in the appendix surprised Ivan. He looked at the middle of the wand and saw a few strange characters. When he used the Levitation Charm, he noticed that the fluctuations of the spell were much weaker than usual.
"How was it? Handy?" Alicia asked.
"It's handy," Ivan agreed.
"I knew it would fit." Not surprised, Alicia put the empty box away.
"Did you make this wand, Mom?" Ivan asked curiously, looking at the strange runes carved into the wand. He didn't remember any other wands having such runes.
"Of course not. Making a wand is a very high-end skill. All I did was give it a bit of work."
(PS: A few things are explained here, personal opinions, and discussion and corrections are welcome. First, the Trace was placed on the wand, so in the second year, when it was obvious that Dobby was the one casting the spell, the Ministry of Magic believed that Harry was the one who did it, and the reason Harry was able to get word to the Ministry of Magic when he did not use his wand to inflate his aunt was because she had been seen by so many people, and the Ministry of Magic sent people to deal with her, and Fudge and Harry mentioned this when they met, but Harry was not punished because Sirius escaped and Fudge did not have time to deal with such trivial matters.)