Chapter 107

Freshly bathed, Chewy looked like a round, fluffy puffball, wobbling as it tried to walk, only to topple over every few steps. It was a clumsy sight, but undeniably cute—bringing a rare softness to the otherwise grim tension in the room. Meanwhile, Harry had just finished having a group of troublesome individuals escorted out when he spoke in a low tone, “The Botanic Formula wasn’t misplaced—it was stolen.”