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"Do you need a time-turner?"

Lupin's pupils suddenly contracted, and there was obvious shock in his voice. He took a step back almost instinctively, and his face instantly became paler than before.

Time-turner - if this thing is really involved, it means that the crisis they are facing is far more terrifying than they imagined.

He tried hard to suppress the uneasiness in his heart and quickly recalled what happened not long ago.

The image of a pale and thin man emerged in his mind—Blackwood, the mysterious receptionist of the Extraordinary Pharmacist Association.

Lupin pursed his lips and immediately spoke to Dumbledore.

"Oh, right, Headmaster! Earlier... um... Blackwood, the receptionist of the Extraordinary Apothecary Association, claimed that he was asked by Professor Snape to hand over some parts of a time-turner to Deveraux."

He paused and added thoughtfully.

"But... I don't know if it's true or not."

Upon hearing this, Dumbledore maintained a calm expression and nodded slightly, as if he had already expected this.

"Well, that should be the core of this ritual."

His eyes were deep and his tone was calm, yet he revealed a chilling certainty.

"Right now, that thing should still be at the association, right?"

Lupin nodded, but the worry on his face did not diminish in the slightest.

His brows furrowed deeply, and he spoke faster:

"Principal, but... the magic here seems to be affected in some way. Except for Deverot, almost all of us can't cast spells. And I encountered two monsters on the street before. Their power is far beyond that of ordinary dark magic creatures... If we just rush in like this——"

Before he finished speaking, Dumbledore raised his hand gently and gestured for a pause.

There was still that gentle smile on his face, like a beacon in the middle of the night, carrying a certain calm and unshakable belief.

"Lupin,"

He spoke softly, his tone as if he was comforting an anxious student.

"You should know that I don't come here unprepared."

Dumbledore smiled slightly, slowly raised the thermos cup in his hand to his lips, and drank the liquid in the cup.

The liquid was obviously not ordinary tea. It had a thick texture and slid down the wall of the cup, with a faint luster.

After putting down the cup, he gently placed it on the table beside him and tapped the wall of the cup with his fingers, as if to confirm some subtle lingering effect.

Then--

A barely perceptible trace of pain passed across Dumbledore's face.

His breathing quickened for a moment, and then his body seemed to be filled with an invisible force and trembled slightly.

The next second, a strange blush quickly spread across his cheeks, and his figure seemed to become taller, with even the fabric of his robe being stretched a little tighter.

Then he swung his fists violently!

call--!

A strong wind suddenly swept through the entire bar, causing the edges of Lupin's robes to rustle.

He was shocked to see that on Dumbledore's seemingly old arms, veins were bulging and muscles were vaguely bulging, as if some sealed ancient power was awakening.

This... is this really Dumbledore who is over a hundred years old?!

Before Lupin could come to his senses, Dumbledore had already slowly exhaled, raised his right hand calmly, stretched out his five fingers slightly, and turned his fist into a palm.

Bang!!

He casually chopped down the bar next to him!

The wooden bar counter instantly split in the middle, debris flying everywhere, and the heavy cracking sound echoed in the bar like a thunder.

Lupin's mouth opened slightly, and he was speechless for a moment.

Dumbledore clapped his hands in satisfaction, as if he was just doing an ordinary experiment. Then he nodded slightly and muttered to himself thoughtfully:

"Well... in this case, it's almost enough."

Lupin was completely stunned, staring blankly at Dumbledore in front of him.

How come this principal suddenly turned into a muscular man? !

He looked at Dumbledore's arms that were bulging with robes, the blue veins under his skin still throbbing slightly, an unignorable sense of power overflowing, and even the air seemed to become heavier.

Wait—that potion?!

Lupin suddenly reacted, opened his mouth slightly, and said hesitantly:

"Um... Headmaster, what you just drank couldn't have been... Professor Snape's..."

Dumbledore smiled slightly when he heard this, and the wrinkles on his face seemed deeper because of the smile, but his tone was neither hurried nor slow, as if he had already anticipated Lupin's reaction.

"It's a special period. Severus will understand."

However, as soon as he finished speaking, Dumbledore's expression suddenly darkened, and an imperceptible coldness emerged between his brows.

He slowly turned his head and his eyes fell on a spot in front of the fireplace.

"…Why are you following me?"

Lupin was stunned, then turned back sharply.

The green flames in the fireplace have gone out, but the residual heat of the fire is still floating in the air.

And in that dark corner, a big black dog with thick hair stood silently, with deep eyes, staring at the two people silently.

Lupin was a little dazed for a moment. He didn't know why, but he always felt that the dog looked familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere... but he couldn't remember where it was for a while.

At this time Dumbledore said somewhat indifferently.

"You'll only make things worse if you come here. Harry will be fine."

Lupin listened to this incomprehensible conversation and was completely confused - why would Dumbledore say these things to a dog?

But soon, he took a breath.

The black dog in front of him suddenly began to undergo drastic changes - the dark fur shrank and faded like smoke blown away by the wind, revealing the pale and haggard skin underneath.

The beast's hind legs, which were originally on all fours, quickly stretched out, its torso straightened, its shoulder blades slightly protruded, and its arms dropped down.

In the blink of an eye, the dog was gone, replaced by a tall figure.

A man who was both familiar to him and yet extremely unfamiliar to him.

Sirius Black.

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