Chapter 259: The New King and Going Home
"I can feel it, I can feel it. Our king is dead, our king is dead!"
An elderly man rushed out of a cave in the innermost part of the village. Blood tears flowed from his eyes, his body convulsed continuously, and like a madman, he charged into the village interior, tripped over a stone buried in the soil, and began crying loudly. This caused the villagers who had already been asleep to emerge from their houses and quickly gather around the old man.
"High Priest, what's happening? Speak clearly. What do you mean 'our king is dead'?!"
The High Priest was half-dragged, half-supported up by the burly man who questioned him.
At this moment, the High Priest regained his composure, though blood tears still flowed down his face. He looked at the burly man and said: "Scabior, your father, your turner, our king. Fenrir is dead! I just sensed divine revelation requiring us to choose a new king, a new Child of the Dark Night, to seek revenge and kill the murderer who harmed Fenrir, who killed our lord!"
"A new king..." Scabior murmured, slowly straightening his body.
In reality, Scabior wasn't Fenrir's blood descendant, but he was the first werewolf Fenrir had turned. He had always stayed by Fenrir's side. If Fenrir hadn't needed someone to guard the pack, Scabior very likely would have followed Fenrir to Hogwarts.
Learning now that the pack needed to choose a new king, Scabior's eyes flickered.
"High Priest, do you have a candidate for the new king?"
The High Priest looked at Scabior. Of course he knew what Scabior meant. In fact, he did favour Scabior, but sometimes he needed to maintain appearances.
"The new king must, like our former king Fenrir, put the pack's development and glory first. He must have the sense of responsibility to shoulder the entire pack's future. Therefore, the new Wolf King must also have powerful strength! So, who wishes to become the new Wolf King, the new Child of the Dark Night, to lead the pack in ruling the magical world!"
"I'm willing!"
"The new Wolf King must be me!"
"No one is stronger than me!"
One by one, young and strong werewolves stood up.
At this moment, Scabior also stepped forward. Looking at those who had stood up, he said directly: "If you want the Wolf King's position, then come defeat me. Otherwise, the Wolf King's throne belongs only to me!"
As his words fell, Scabior didn't delay and directly charged at those people...
The morning sun rose.
Scabior stood covered in blood in the centre of the village. Around him lay seven people scattered about, each bearing bloodstains.
Scabior looked at the newly risen sun as the moonlight emanating from his body dissipated.
At this moment, the High Priest, holding a crown woven from wolf fangs, slowly placed it on Scabior's head.
Thus, the Greyback pack once again had a new Wolf King!
Personally escorting the High Priest back to the cave.
On the way, the High Priest asked Scabior quietly: "Scabior, what do you plan to do next?"
"We're all intelligent people. Save the deception for outsiders. High Priest, I plan to go out and contact Death Eaters still active outside. Father also had plans to unite with Death Eaters. Now that Father is dead, I intend to inherit his will, seek out Death Eaters, and use their power to avenge Father and strengthen our pack!"
"Death Eaters. Those people are all madmen. You must be careful!"
"Don't worry. Now that I've received the Dark Night's blessing, even in human form, I have extraordinary power at night and don't fear those people. It's just that with me away from the pack, other matters will have to rely on you."
"Please rest assured, my king. I will handle pack affairs well."
"Then I can leave with peace of mind!"
...
When Sean woke up, it was already Monday afternoon.
If he got up now and hurried, he could still catch an Arithmancy class, but lying in bed, Sean really didn't want to get up.
Honestly, yesterday's battle had been quite tiring.
Even when facing Quirrell the year before last, or the basilisk and diary last year. Thrilling as they were, and despite some lingering fear afterward, Sean hadn't felt particularly tired. But yesterday's battle against those werewolves and Fenrir had been really difficult. The power of team coordination was truly formidable.
"Sean, when you fought werewolves yesterday, did you bring me back any flesh and blood?"
Seeing Sean awaken, Kulkan immediately climbed eagerly onto the bed.
Last night, Kulkan had originally wanted to use Sean's sudden disappearance to demand some benefits, but Sean had completely ignored the unreasonable Kulkan. After washing up, he had gone straight to bed for a long sleep.
"You'd dare eat werewolf flesh and blood? Aren't you afraid of becoming a were... wolf-snake?"
"You can actually say something like 'wolf-snake'." Climbing down from the bed, Kulkan asked again: "So you didn't bring me any, right?"
"They all turned to stone. What was I supposed to bring you? Do you eat rocks?"
Hearing this, Kulkan immediately perked up and asked urgently: "You used that Animagus form to fight?"
"Of course I had to use Animagus. Only the Animagus form has resistance to the werewolf virus, and besides, my Animagus is different from others."
"So you used those Serpent King's Eyes? How was the effect?"
"The effect was honestly beyond my expectations." Sean thought for a moment and continued: "But the consumption was also astonishing. After using the Serpent King's Eyes, I couldn't even maintain Animagus form. I only recovered somewhat by using large quantities of potions."
"In that case, I think you should be more cautious with this ability. Don't use it unless it's absolutely crucial."
"I know that too. Actually, if I hadn't forgotten to set the Pure White Pocket Watch in advance, I could have used it to restore my stamina after using the Serpent King's Eyes. I just didn't expect those werewolves to be so troublesome."
Kulkan looked at Sean and suddenly said in an old-fashioned manner: "The magical world isn't just as small as Hogwarts. Even the entire British magical world isn't considered large in the whole magical world. If not for Dumbledore and that loser Voldemort, the British magical world might not even be famous in the entire magical world."
"From your words, have your bloodline memories awakened again?"
"I've been devouring quite a lot recently, so the awakened things are somewhat mixed. But I've sorted things out fairly well recently, so there's something I'd like to ask of you."
"What is it? Just say it directly."
"I want to go home."
"Go home? The holidays are starting soon, so then we'll... wait, the home you're talking about is...?"
"South America!"