After returning to his bedroom, Artel took out the Isil crystal and checked Warwick's location.
At this moment, Warwick and his tribe were in the Cumbria Mountains in southern England. Artel observed that there were about 300 werewolf descendants in Warwick's tribe today.
He now had a hundred bottles of strong orc potion in his hand, although it was far from enough, it didn't matter.
The sooner the potion was given to them, the stronger the Warwick tribe's ability to protect himself would be.
After some preparations, Artel put on the ring of power, and after leaving the lounge, he arrived at the screaming shack from the passage under the beating willow, and then used Apparition to disappear in place.
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Cumbria Mountains.
Warwick and ten other wolf clan strong orcs were sitting around the bonfire. Two wild boars were roasting on the bonfire, surrounded by a few circles of wolf cubs who had not yet drunk the potion. They were greedy. They sniffed the aroma in the air, and saliva almost flowed all over the place.
After becoming strong orcs, Warwick's living habits had also changed.
Warwick, who was roasting the fire, twitched his nose twice. He stood up, and the other wolf clan strong orcs also stood up, their noses twitching, and finally looked in the same direction.
"Vigilance is good."
Artel's figure emerged from the void.
It was a strong orc who saw Artel, and they all knelt on the ground.
"Lord…"
Warwick bowed his head respectfully.
"You have done a good job. I am very satisfied that you have found so many werewolf descendants in a short period of time."
"It's my pleasure."
Warwick replied excitedly, wagging his tail. Artel's compliment made him feel very happy and very pleased.
After adapting to the changes brought about by the potion of the strong orcs, Warwick had become smarter and smarter. Sooner or later, the strong orcs of the wolf tribe could develop into an intelligent race like the horses.
Artel touched Warwick's head, walked to the bonfire, and sat down. He found a knife from the system space, cut a piece of barbecue, and tasted it.
Because there was no seasoning, there was only the most original aroma of barbecue, but the meat was a bit woody, and Artel was not used to it.
"Tell me about what happened to you recently. Have you encountered a wizard?
Artel's eyes brightened as he spotted a white wolf cub, reaching out instinctively to touch it.
The cub floated in the air, emitting fearful cries. Its mother stood nearby, baring her fangs at Artel, but one glance from Warwick sent her cowering to the ground.
Gently cradling the little white wolf in his arms, Artel offered it a piece of meat he had prepared.
The cub sniffed and snorted before hungrily devouring the food.
As Artel stroked the wolf's smooth fur, Warwick delivered his report.
Having journeyed through several mountain ranges with his tribe, Warwick had located two groups of werewolf descendants, formed inadvertently by wizards with lycanthropy. Over the decades, these groups had grown in size.
Warwick had slain the wolf king, subdued the groups, and led them southward, avoiding contact with humans or wizards. Any encounters with beasts had swiftly ended in Warwick's victory.
Artel instructed Warwick to establish a tribe in the area, recruit more werewolf descendants, and expand the group. He also planned to gather information on areas frequented by werewolves.
Avoiding contact with wizards for now, Artel promised to integrate Warwick's tribe into the wizarding world when the time was right.
After providing Warwick with potions and guidance, Artel departed, leaving Warwick to distribute the potions among his tribe. Within hours, the tribe experienced significant growth in strength.
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Returning to Hogwarts, Artel found Hermione's class still in session. Uninterested in the Quidditch match outside, he decided to return to the dormitory.
However, before reaching the basement, he encountered an unexpected visitor—Nagini.
"She actually found me," Artel muttered to himself, recalling Hermione's warning not to visit the infirmary or pay attention to Pansy.
Nagini approached him with curiosity. "Hi, your name is Artel, right?"
"Yes, Miss Nagini. Is there something you need?" Artel responded calmly, choosing not to question how Nagini had located him.
It was clear to him that she must have gathered information from Neville and others during dinner the previous night, then waited for him near the Slytherin common room entrance.
Although the Slytherin students nearby glanced over, Artel remained unruffled.
"Nothing, I just wanted to see you."
Nagini smiled faintly, hesitated for a moment, and then inquired, "Student Artel, do you know a wizard named Saruman?"
"Yes.."
Nagini's eyes lit up slightly, and she listened as Artel continued, "Saruman is the evil great wizard who attacked the Ministry of Magic in London on Christmas Eve. Minister Fudge mentioned him in the Daily Prophet, labeling him as the dark wizard who spread terror..."
Artel shared the general impressions most wizards held about Saruman. Nagini's mouth twitched as she lightly stroked her tousled hair and said with a smile:
"It turns out that... well, it's okay then. Artel, if you ever feel unwell, you can come to the infirmary to find me. Goodbye."
For some unknown reason, Nagini felt a strong affection for Artel. She smiled at him, turned, and left the basement.
Artel watched her departing figure, pondered for a moment, and continued walking towards the Slytherin lounge.
"He doesn't know his master, so why do I feel this strange connection with him? Could he be a bloodcursed orc too? No... Dumbledore seems to have mentioned this little guy, saying he was a talented wizard..."
"Could he be Credence's child? Impossible... Credence is related to Dumbledore. If this child is too, Dumbledore couldn't possibly be unaware..."
Nagini felt a bit perplexed. She had no relatives in this world, and her best friend Credence was gone. Now, the only person with any connection to her was Saruman, bound by a soul contract.
So, where did this inexplicable closeness come from?
Nagini was certain it wasn't just ordinary affection but a compelling urge to treat Artel as someone crucial, even to the point of being willing to sacrifice everything.
"Alas, I can't contact the master now... it's frustrating." Nagini sighed.
"Newt and Tina are coming back tonight... I really don't know how to deal with them. Though I didn't intend to deceive, but..."
The conflicted Nagini returned to the school doctor's room and was taken aback upon entering.
A long queue had formed in the school doctor's office.
"Thank goodness, Nagini! You're finally back!"
Madam Pomfrey breathed a sigh of relief. She looked at Nagini and said:
"In the Quidditch match just now, all the beaters were injured... Today's match is indeed a bit strange... Also, a total of twelve boys fell out of the air due to losing control of their brooms while flying, and seven lads were injured in a fight..." Madam Pomfrey gazed at Nagini, now clad in her nurse uniform, and said helplessly.
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