Chapter 4 Blue Silver Bah, the Devil's Web Entangles!
"I'm finally safe," Basil thought contentedly, standing by the window.
He suddenly hoped that Fenrir would appear because of the light coming on in the cabin.
Like other long-established wizarding families, they possessed specific talents or magical lineages.
The Granger family was particularly adept at infusing magic into plants.
This redwood was planted by Basil's great-great-grandfather.
Along with it, spells of fire resistance, a sturdy, smooth trunk, anti-flight field, anti-apparition, and the ability to detect malice grew with the tree.
Fanta and the other owls could fly because they were not malicious.
Fanta was, in particular, his own owl.
Greyback was a Death Eater and should be able to fly by transforming into black mist (as seen in the movies; all Death Eaters can, but Basil hadn't read the novels).
But being malicious, he couldn't reach the treehouse this way, even with his flying broomstick.
The smooth trunk prevented him from using it for climbing.
Even if something went wrong, like the fireplace connecting to the Floo Web,
Basil had the key to escape at any time.
And
just the instant the letter was sent.
Gem: 510.841 (+1000)
This indicates that, according to the world's judgment, the world line has undergone a significant shift.
This also means that he has already changed his predetermined fate.
Surviving Greyback's attack is now a foregone conclusion.
He looked down at the redwood tree and blinked.
Click.
An animated image of the redwood tree appeared on the third page of the spellbook.
However, it was grayish-white.
-
10000
[Failure! Insufficient gem balance.]
"Damn, what the hell!"
Basil was startled at first, then looked the redwood tree up and down.
"If it's this powerful, maybe..." Basil placed his hand on the railing woven from branches and closed his eyes.
"I can fight back!"
At this moment, the redwood seemed to become his limbs.
This treehouse was his workshop, his stronghold.
Perception spread along the tree roots to the deep earth.
A rhythmic vibration was approaching from afar.
"It's Greyback!"
Amplified by the redwood tree, his [Plant Affinity] ability gradually expanded.
Not only the redwood, but also the bushes and weeds on the ground became Basil's limbs and extensions of vision.
Although still hundreds of meters away, after Basil locked onto the approximate direction of the approaching entity from the rhythmic vibration,
everything about the 'approaching entity' appeared before his 'eyes'.
It should be a person.
Although he ran like a beast, with sharp teeth and long yellow nails,
and occasionally let out a hoarse, piercing roar
, he still possessed a human form.
Long limbs, gray hair and a thick beard tangled together, and a loose black robe uncomfortablely clung to his body.
As his attention focused, Basil could even 'see' that the sharp teeth were constantly dripping blood-red saliva.
Clearly, Greyback was anticipating a feast.
He was completely different from the one in the movie, not a chubby man with a receding hairline and a slightly protruding belly. He
was different from the one in the game either.
"Tsk, I haven't read the novel," Basil clicked his tongue unhappily.
Clearly, he had halved his precognitive advantage in this world.
He hadn't even noticed this during the day.
He was only concerned with escaping.
At the same time, a very unpleasant memory flooded his mind.
His grandmother, with amusement in her deep brown eyes, told terrifying tales.
"Fenrir Greyback, he was the most evil werewolf. He approached his prey on the full moon to ensure a successful attack. Even on days when the moon wasn't full, he would bite. He had a habit of eating human flesh once a month."
"Am I that meal?" Basil's expression darkened.
Smelling the pungent, strange odor emanating from Greyback—a mixture of earthy, sweaty, heathery, and unmistakably bloody—Bagil raised an eyebrow. "Fenil Greyback, you've met your end!"
His killing intent stirred his magic, and a vibrant, fresh, and natural life force began to radiate from his body.
Plants bathed in this radiation became Bagil's hands, feet, eyes, and ears.
The sturdy branches transformed into supple vines, the delicate weeds became sharp, and a metallic glint flashed in the bushes.
In his mind, the [Spellbook] automatically opened, landing on the second page.
Everything was poised for action, awaiting Greyback's arrival.
However, even with victory assured, Basil's left hand remained resting on the gilded golden book sculpture.
He was ready to return at any moment.
Bloodsucking and cannibalism, on a magical level, are acts of absorbing power.
Especially for wizards, they are rare delicacies.
In the past, for sustainable development, Fenrir mostly stopped at bloodsucking.
He would infect children, bring them back, and drink their blood from time to time.
This gave Fenrir the physique of a werewolf, even when the moon wasn't full.
Therefore, he preferred to use his body rather than his wand to deal with physically weak wizards.
However, with the Dark Lord's defeat, his opportunities to hunt wizards dwindled.
Now, they were almost nonexistent.
He could only satisfy his desires by taking lost orphans.
Cannibalism, needless to say, was out of the question.
But today was different. He had been granted permission, a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
That slender, tender neck, the wonderful juices flowing from its throat as it was torn open, the helpless convulsions. How wonderful
that would be!
It would taste so good!
Hehe! Hehe! Hehehe!
No, I can't think about it anymore, I have to endure it.
Otherwise, it won't be convenient for me to run!
"Finally here."
Fenrir lay prone on the ground, his lower body muscles tense, hiding behind the bushes, ready to leap at any moment.
Gazing at the silhouette in the hazy light and shadow ,
Fenrir's saliva kept dripping down his chin.
In his mind, he had already completely sketched out that boy.
Brilliant blond hair, fair and delicate skin, azure eyes.
In the night, he seemed even more charming.
This time, it can't be the same as during the day!
Thinking of this, Fenrir wiggled his buttocks and did some warm-up exercises.
In the bookstore, Basil gagged.
"Little beauty, I'm coming!"
Fenrir roared in his heart, stretching out his hands, his long nails scratching the bark, trying to use it for leverage.
"Ouch!" A pair of claws capable of slicing through gold and jade seemed to have struck a smooth mirror.
He was sent spinning through the air.
He twisted his waist, trying to land steadily using his powerful core strength.
However, a horrifying scene unfolded.
Redwood branches rained down, like serpentine snakes lunging at him.
In the nick of time, under the waning moon, his left leg transformed into a phantom, kicking fiercely at the redwood.
This shifted his body, dodging the attacking branches.
Relying on pure wild instinct and hand-to-hand combat experience,
he found a foothold—a soft thicket of bushes.
His right hand reached into his robes, reaching for his wand.
"Ah!" Fenrir cried out.
The bushes behind him seemed to transform into iron thorns, tearing his back.
The wild grass on the ground also became sharp, ripping his thighs and Achilles tendons.
"Blue Silver... Pshaw, Devil's Web!"
A vibrant, youthful voice suddenly rang out above his head.
Before Fenrir could even process what was happening, a flash of blue light appeared.
Vines materialized out of thin air in the grass beside him, tightly binding his right hand.
This prevented him from drawing his wand and from moving.
Thousands of branches rained down from above, avoiding fatal blows, and pierced his body!
They shattered his lychee!
His right hand snapped off as the devilish vines tightened!
Beneath the towering redwoods, only the werewolf's mournful howls, mingled with sobs, remained.
"Now you know who's in charge, huh?" Basil smirked. "Call me Awei... oops, Lord Granger. Explain yourself, who ordered you here!"
"Granger, no, ahhh... Lord Granger!"
(End of Chapter)