'...The Amarok seems to attack them even more ferociously ever since the death of the tribe's elderman. The Amarok previously would just steal a few supplies and food but now it started to attack ferociously and kill the tribesmen..."

"Bullshit, complete utter bullshit if they ain't strong enough to attack a baby wolf then what sort of tribesmen are they" shoutex the barman who was trying to converse with his lone customer who sat in the corner with is cold muggle whiskey. You see, this particular customer gave him alot of nightmares because he would come once a day every month on the first at exact 12 'o' clock and sit in the corner ordering the exact same thing all the time,but he didn't mind since this man would pay him more money than was required "That will be 10 Galleons sir" as if a trigger the man kept his hand into his pocket and payed him, if it weren't for the different clothes he always wears he would be classified as a memory and then like his usual routine got up and walked out like a mundane Muggle. "BLESS THAT MAN!!! he overpaid me" and along with that he left a message which read as follows

Dear Sir,

Would you like to fight the Amarok with I promise it will be most engaging

H.J.P

'Who is this H.J.P' thought the man befire his eyes went wide and he said "Harry James Potter" before being enveloped ina green light and portkeyed out of there to the location of a green-eyed individual.