When she was about to reach the top of the mountain, her hand holding the wand shook unconsciously.

It's daytime now, and the werewolves all look like humans.

They were sitting together, not knowing what they were doing.

"Who?" A sturdy man nearly two meters tall stood up and strode towards the edge of the mountain top.

Under the Disillusionment Curse, Tonks could clearly see how many Gwent cards the man held.

Even werewolves are addicted to playing it. It seems that this boy Wayne has made a lot of money.

"Warwick!" A man over there stood up and shouted, "If you don't come back, I'm going to play my cards!"

The man named Warwick immediately turned around and said, "Fake! If you are brave enough, try it!"

"Just try it, in front of Gwent, what can you do even if you are the leader!"

Warwick, the leader of the werewolves, ran back cursing and took out a frightening Umbridge card.

"Ugh - Warwick! You don't have martial ethics!"

"It's called tactics, kid."

Tonks left quietly.

An extremely ferocious werewolf?

They are clearly a bunch of fools!

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Chapter completed!