Reis sat by the campfire, holding a rather strange drink in his hands that Muggles referred to as "black tea." It was a beverage made from dried leaves steeped in boiling water, its color somewhat resembling red wine, but the taste was unlike any drink he had ever had before. Its flavor was rich and unique, with a sweet fruity aroma and a deep woody scent. Each sip revealed its complex layers and delicate texture, like a silky ribbon dancing gently on his tongue.

After just a small cup, Reis had already developed a fondness for this magical drink. Meanwhile, Mrs. Granger gradually regained her composure after a brief moment of panic. She keenly sensed the flaw in Reis's words: without both parents, how did he come to Dean Forest alone? It was likely that she hadn’t earned the child’s trust, which led him to refuse to disclose his family background.

This was not Mrs. Granger's fault; even if she racked her brains, she could not have imagined that the boy before her was actually an old relic who had been asleep for a thousand years, and that his parents had indeed passed away. This forest was, in a sense, his grave.

After exchanging a simple glance with her husband, the couple reached a consensus: let Reis stay in their camp for now; perhaps his parents would come looking for him soon. If they hadn’t arrived by the end of the camping trip, they would contact the police and let professionals reach out to the child's parents.

With that settled, the couple began preparing dinner, while Reis and Hermione walked to the edge of the campsite, picking up firewood and chatting.

"Who is the lord of this land?"

Hearing this question, Hermione paused for a moment, hesitated, and then replied, "Queen Elizabeth II?"

"Which family is she from? What is her title?"

Hermione: ???

After some communication, Hermione was shocked to discover that Reis didn’t even know about the Norman dynasty, let alone the subsequent Plantagenets and Lancasters. He seemed to be living a thousand years in the past!

Reis was even more astonished: Could there really be someone who unified the British Isles? The Eastern Roman Empire had actually fallen?? Most importantly, the magical world had vanished???

He had tentatively asked Hermione about her attitude toward wizards, and to his surprise, she believed that magic didn’t exist at all; the so-called wizards in the world were merely skilled magicians or con artists. This answer left Reis deeply shocked.

He could tell that the girl before him was not lying; she genuinely had never seen a wizard and had no exposure to magic. This instilled a hint of fear in Reis, as he worried that he might be the last wizard in the world.

But then he thought that the chances of that were minuscule; wizards could be born from Muggle populations at a very low probability. This meant as long as humanity had not gone extinct, wizards would not disappear. The reason this child had never seen a wizard was worth pondering.

Was there a possibility that wizards had hidden themselves away?

Reis had a bold hypothesis in his mind.

He had intended to continue chatting with Hermione to gather more information, but the Grangers had finished preparing dinner, and their conversation had to be interrupted.

Although it was camping, the food that the Granger family prepared was exceptionally abundant: sweet and tangy apple pie, pudding topped with jam, potatoes cooked in the ashes of the fire, skewers of juicy meat reflecting an enticing sheen, and soft, delicious white bread. Mrs. Granger had even prepared a pot of vegetable soup. This was even more lavish than what they ate at home.

Reis was completely captivated by the mouthwatering food. In his eyes, Mrs. Granger's culinary skills had reached an extraordinary level, rivaling Helga Hufflepuff, and in some aspects, even surpassing her.

"You must be an excellent cook!" After enjoying the meal, Reis couldn’t help but ask Mrs. Granger.

Mrs. Granger smiled happily; it was the first time someone had praised her cooking so highly, which made her feel a fondness for Reis.

"Not at all, I'm a dentist."

Reis raised an eyebrow: such delicious food, and she was just a dentist?

After eating and drinking their fill, the Granger family chatted with Reis around the campfire for a while. Mr. Granger took out a camera and snapped a few photos of the full moon. Then, the four of them happily crawled into their tents to sleep.

Sleepiness washed over them like a tide, and gradually, the people in the tent fell into a dream.

Outside the tent, the campfire slowly dimmed, until it finally turned into a pile of glowing embers. Suddenly, a strangely-shaped giant wolf burst into the campsite.

It was as long as a person, covered in thick, deep brown fur. Compared to a common wolf, its snout was slightly shorter, and upon closer inspection, one could even detect a hint of human likeness in it. Saliva dripped like strings from its jaw, and its deep green eyes were filled with murderous intent and madness.

The giant wolf twitched its nose; the scent of humans from the nearby tent filled its nostrils, making it salivate. Driven by desire, it pounced towards the tent.

In just a second, it could tear a hole in the tent like ripping open a bag of chips and rush in to feast.

It could already imagine the sound of bones crunching and the taste of steaming blood flooding its mouth, but the earth beneath its feet seemed to come alive, binding it firmly in place, leaving it unable to take even a small step.

The greed in the giant wolf's mind was suppressed by this sudden turn of events, replaced by a deep-seated fear. It could no longer care about the delicious meat inside the tent; all it wanted now was to escape. But the more it struggled, the stronger the earth's pull became. What had initially stuck to just its paw soon ensnared its entire paw, then its calf...

By the time the tent flap was lifted, the giant wolf's four legs were nearly completely submerged in the ground.

Reis stepped out of the tent, staring expressionlessly at the giant wolf for a while, then murmured softly, "I remember we did exterminate werewolves, didn’t we leave some behind?"

Indeed, tonight's uninvited guest was a werewolf.

When the werewolf saw someone approaching, it couldn't help but bare its large mouth, exposing its dagger-like teeth as a threat while letting out a growling sound from its throat.

This was a frightening sight, but given its predicament, it was undoubtedly just a show of bravado.

Reis waved his hand, and the werewolf's mouth instantly closed, unable to make any sound, sinking quietly into the ground. Having dealt with this uninvited guest, Reis intended to return to the tent to continue sleeping, but at the moment he lifted the tent flap, he suddenly changed his mind.

He slapped his thigh sharply: Before dinner, he had been worrying about the disappearance of the magical world, and now the clues to the magical world were practically delivered to his doorstep!

He had been careless for a moment and almost wasted this precious opportunity.

He immediately turned around and canceled his earth-binding spell.