Werewolves and vampires are two inextricably linked races.
It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say they have a love-hate relationship. Because they are two inseparable races.
Martin Stemple was the evidence Rey spoke of.
After arriving at the villa, Rey had Martin Stemple transform into a Fallen Werewolf.
This scene stunned Willy Bruce and Philip August.
Especially Philip August; he stood up dumbfounded, staring at the tall werewolf in front of him. The image that came to his mind was the wound on his wife's neck after she died.
The wound seemed intentionally disguised, a large area destroyed.
At the time, he concluded it was a perverted killer. Thinking carefully now, that never-caught serial killer must have been a legendary dark creature—a vampire.
Transformed into a werewolf, Martin Stemple glanced at Rey. After getting Rey's approval, he immediately changed back into his human body.
Dark creatures are powerful. Werewolves are stronger than ordinary vampires but are berserk and uncontrollable; saying the two sides are evenly matched isn't an exaggeration.
If werewolves exist, vampires, the legendary dark creatures, must also exist.
"I'm in."
Confirming the existence of vampires, Philip August said in a deep voice.
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With Philip August joining, the four finalized many details of the formation together. Renovating the Oxfordshire property, hiring personnel, manufacturing and matching weapons, etc.
These things were troublesome. Building a power wasn't something that could be done just by gathering a few people and taking out some money.
Rey always hated trouble. After agreeing on the framework of matters, he walked out of Martin Stemple's villa.
The remaining matters were left for the three of them to discuss slowly.
After the three finished discussing, they would provide a detailed report, which he could look at then.
After all, there was no need to do everything personally. In the magical world, strength is the most important thing. Like the Dark Lord Tom Riddle, possessing unmatched power himself, would he fear anything else?
In the magical world, powerful strength is the foundation to stand on. As long as you are strong enough, you don't have to worry about many things.
"I'm not strong enough yet!"
Walking out of the villa, Rey looked up and sighed.
At this moment, he was indeed not strong enough. He hadn't thoroughly mastered the dragon's power. Currently, he was at most much stronger than ordinary wizards, but compared to Dumbledore, Tom Riddle, and others, he was still far, far behind.
Magic is bizarre; you can't just look at magic control and total magic power. Magical spells can always catch people off guard; perhaps a rare curse could make you die a miserable death on the spot.
"To be this strong at twelve, what is there to be dissatisfied with?"
Comforting himself in his heart, Rey began to wander aimlessly on the street.
After dark, there were very few pedestrians on the street. The population density in the UK wasn't high to begin with, let alone this street full of small detached houses.
It was dinner time now. Presumably, most families were gathered together for meals, so there were even fewer pedestrians on the street.
"Were you kicked out of the house too?"
A child's voice suddenly sounded on Rey's right.
This was the gate of a detached house, and the child was squatting in the corner by the door.
Wearing glasses and ill-fitting large clothes, he lowered his head and spoke to the ground.
He probably wasn't talking to Rey, likely to some small animal or ants.
Being kicked out of the house at dinner time, who knew what mistake he made for his parents to kick him out to reflect.
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Turning his head to glance, Rey didn't pay much attention and continued walking.
After a walk, he should go back. Presumably, Willy Bruce and the other two should have agreed on a result.
However, just as he turned around, Rey looked back thoughtfully at this little boy with glasses.
He looked somewhat familiar. When Rey turned his whole body back to look at him, the boy also noticed Rey on the street.
"Is something wrong?"
Having been kicked out by his family, now someone on the street was suddenly staring at him; the little boy with glasses was inevitably a bit scared.
"Harry Potter!?"
Rey called out uncertainly. Because the image of the child in front of him was undoubtedly very similar to Harry in his memory. Moreover, looking at his age, he looked about nine years old. Calculating based on time, in '89, Harry Potter would be about this age.
"How do you know my name?"
The child with glasses was stunned for a moment, then asked in confusion.
Surprisingly, this child was really Harry Potter. Then this small detached villa must be his nasty aunt's house.
"My friend lives on the next street; he mentioned you."
"Really? What did he say about me?"
He didn't expect someone to know him and call out his name. Even more unexpectedly, someone actually talked about him. As a child, Harry Potter was naturally curious about what others said about him.
"Well, he said you give people a rather special impression."
Rey thought for a moment, then walked over and squatted next to Harry Potter.
"Indeed rather special."
Harry Potter's mood wasn't very high. Maybe in his mind, "special" meant the worn-out clothes on him, which indeed made people feel special enough.
These two or three streets could be considered a wealthy area. Although not as rich as those in Lincoln's Inn Fields, they could be counted as middle class.
In a middle-class neighborhood, even the nannies and servants at home wore better clothes than Harry. Looking at it this way, in this area, he could indeed be considered special. So much so that being talked about by others wasn't strange.
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"Potter, get in here!"
A roar suddenly sounded, and with a bang, Harry's uncle pushed open the door.
Pot-bellied, he looked somewhat clumsy, but his strength was indeed great. Pushing open the door with a bang, intending to get angry at Potter, he saw Rey at the side.
"Kid, who are you? What are you doing at my door?"
Vernon Dursley, fat as a ball, blurted out a question; his vigilant gaze betrayed how he saw Rey at this moment. Presumably, he thought Rey was some thief eyeing his family's property.
Harry was a bit scared, but Rey didn't care. He wasn't short to begin with, and standing up, he was already taller than Harry's uncle.
Staring somewhat unkindly at this ridiculously fat man, Rey showed a little bit of his aura, and Vernon immediately started stuttering with fear.
Vernon hurriedly looked away from Rey's gaze. Perhaps losing the upper hand with Rey, he turned his head and shoved Harry, roaring loudly, "Get in there and wash the dishes! If you wash them clean, maybe you'll get something to eat tonight."