Penello looked guiltily at Allen's face. Unlike her usual capable and experienced self, she now appeared hesitant. Allen waved his hand and pulled out a stool for himself to sit down. He looked at Penello and sighed. "If you did something to make me unhappy, why did you do it again? Don't worry, Penello. I promised you not to kill her, so you can do whatever you want with her. I don't blame you, but you have to tell me something, right?"
"We didn't intend to make Umrich like this at first, but things got a little out of hand." Penello saw that Allen didn't seem to want to pursue the matter further. She let out a sigh of relief and carefully half-squatted beside Allen. She looked a little annoyed. "The doctor and I had our own ideas about how to deal with Umrich. We both thought that our methods were better and could make Umrich suffer more. So, we had a small argument in the end."
Penello stopped and looked at Allen. Allen gently patted Penello's hand on his leg and asked, "And then?"
"In a situation where neither of us could convince the other, we decided to take turns testing our methods on Umrich. We turned this matter into a competition to see whose method could make her suffer more." Penello frankly described what the two of them had done to Umrich.
"Umrich became our tool in the competition. Neither of us were people who admitted defeat easily, so the methods we used on Umrich became more and more intense. Until I thought of Dolores? Umrich drafted the anti-werewolf law in 1993, and she was a mixed-blood but pretended to be a pureblood. " Penello couldn't help but raise her eyebrows. She couldn't help but sound a little smug. "So, I let her test a new drug to resist the werewolf syndrome. I persuaded her to take this drug. If she was lucky, it could resist the werewolf syndrome. As long as she could help us succeed in the experiment, I would let her go. But what I didn't tell her was that this drug had already been tested and proven to be ineffective. "
"In order to determine if the wolfsbane drug worked, we had to wait until the full moon. The results of this experiment couldn't be seen in a short time. You can imagine how tormented Dolores was during this time." Allen crossed one leg and stroked Penello's short hair. "You gave Dolores hope, made Dolores feel uneasy, filled with hope, and finally made her feel despair. This kind of difference can make a person break down. You abused her from the heart, and the doctor's was from the body. It looks like you won? Then what's going on between you and the doctor? "
Hearing Ellen mention the doctor again, Penello's eyebrows pressed down and his brows furrowed tightly. He turned his face away and raised his gaze, looking very fierce. It was as if the doctor would immediately be beaten up if he appeared in front of her now.
"Young Master, you're right. Miss Krievat won the final victory. It's just that the doctor worships this kind of mental torture, so she … she started to fawn over Miss Krievat. You could even say that she was infatuated with her. Every day, she would send flowers to Miss Krievat. She even put a picture of Miss Krievat on the doctor's desk … So, Miss Krievat separated the doctor's work from her own so that the doctor couldn't pester her." Four Eyes saw that Penello was stuttering for a long time and couldn't explain it clearly, so he helped to explain to Allen why Penello and the doctor hadn't appeared together recently.
"She's a psychopath! I was rough with her and beat her up, but she didn't stop pestering me. Allen, if she wasn't your subordinate, I would've killed her long ago, "Penello cursed angrily.
Allen, who didn't expect to have a female rival in love, tried hard not to laugh out loud. He patted Penello's head and pressed it on his shoulder so that Penello couldn't see the smile on his face. However, when he looked over Penello's shoulder and saw the werewolves in the cage, he recalled that Dolores was still respectful to him most of the time. She also tried her best to tolerate the training class. At first, he felt that letting her go was too easy on her. However, her evil deeds weren't enough to make him want to kill her, so he asked the Wolf Mother Squad to bring her under protection. He didn't expect Penello and the doctor to abuse her like a game prop. Thinking about her resume, Allen even began to pity her.
Dolores? Jane? Umrich and Alford? Umrich and Ellen? Clacknell's eldest daughter and the only daughter in the family. Her father was a pure-blooded wizard and her mother was a Muggle. The couple also had a son who was a Muggle. Umrich and her husband didn't marry of their own accord. Dolores secretly despised her parents because Alford was an unmotivated person. Although he was a pure-blooded, he worked as a janitor in the Ministry of Magic. Her mother, Ellen, was frivolous, sloppy, and a Muggle. Both Alford and Umrich blamed Ellen for not giving their son the ability to become a wizard.
As a result, when Dolores was fifteen, the family split into two: Dolores and Alford lived together, and Ellen and her son went into hiding in the Muggle world. Since then, Dolores had never seen her mother or brother, never spoken to them, and pretended to be a pure-blooded wizard in front of everyone she met.
On the other hand, Umbridge, who had no advantage in terms of appearance or background, joined the Ministry of Magic after graduation and became a low-level intern in the Office of the Prohibition of Misuse of Magic. Although she was picky, prejudiced, and cruel, she relied on her seriousness in her work and flattered her superiors. She was praised for her coldness and scheming, and she was quickly promoted. Before she was even thirty years old, Dolores had been promoted all the way to the core of the office, and that was only one step away from entering the Magic Law Enforcement Division. At that time, she had persuaded her father to accept a small allowance for early retirement to ensure that he was quickly lost in her world. Whenever she was asked, often by colleagues who disliked her, "Are you related to Umrich, the former cleaning lady?" She would smile sweetly, deny any connection, and tell people that her father had been a prominent figure in Wesengamore.
Bad things always happened to anyone who talked about Alford, or Dolores, things that she didn't like to be talked about. Those who wanted to be treated kindly by her pretended that they believed her version of the family story.
As she grew older, Dolores became more demanding, and her position in the Ministry of Magic gradually rose. Her aesthetic became more and more girlish: her office was full of bright lace, and she liked anything decorated with cats, although she found them dirty and troublesome after trying to raise real cats.
In addition, although Dolores tried her best to please one of her superiors, her marriage was a mess. People judged her based on her work and ambition, but those who really knew her found it difficult to like her. After drinking sweet Shirley, she would often talk about her cruel and ruthless views. Some of her suggestions on how to secretly use the means "they deserve" to deal with non-magical groups would even shock some anti- Muggle people.
Allen looked at the cage beside them. The werewolf in the cage was curled up in the corner. Her body and head had been elongated, and her hands and feet had turned into wolf claws. Even so, this werewolf's body was still very fat compared to other werewolves. Her shoulders were arched, and her fat face and hands were covered with dense wolf fur, curled up into a ball clearly visible.
"Dolores," Allen called softly.
When the werewolf in the cage heard Allen's voice, its body suddenly froze. It blankly raised its head and saw the nightmare of its life — Penello. It was so scared that it shivered, and the fat on its body trembled a few times.
Seeing her like this, Allen called out again, "Dolores."
The werewolf's gaze was fixed on Allen. Her mouth opened and closed, revealing her sharp fangs, but she did not make a sound. She moved a few steps in Allen's direction with an agitated expression and stretched out her hairy claws, but then she lowered her head. She shrank back into the corner and did not give any response.
"Umrich, Allen is calling you." Penello furrowed his brows and cast a curse on the cage beside Umbridge. The fat werewolf was so scared that he scrambled away from the corner he had been in.
"Don't play dead. Answer Allen if he calls you, or I'll dissect you." Penello pointed his wand at the fat werewolf.
The werewolf shook her head desperately and mumbled a few words while sobbing, "Not... Not Umm... Ritchie... I'm not..."
"Why are you pretending to be crazy? Do you think I don't know if you are?" Penello said and wanted to punish her, but the wand he raised was pressed down by Allen.
"She was agitated and doesn't want to admit that she's Dolores in front of me." Allen saw that the arrogant Umrich had become so pitiful, and his anger had completely dissipated. "Let's go up first. The smell here isn't very good. Four-eyes, you have to pay attention to your health."
The fat female werewolf held onto the cold silver-plated railing and watched Allen and the others leave. She collapsed weakly on the ground. However, Allen was no longer concerned about her condition.
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