The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

Walking on the soft grass, Hermione asked softly: "Loren, do you think that if werewolves can really learn Animagus, will the Anti-Werewolf Act be revoked?"

"Who knows, maybe..."

Loren stepped on the weeds under her feet with her hard-soled shoes, and no one noticed the faint rustling sound of the weeds.

Hermione seemed to understand the unfinished meaning of his words, and fell silent for a moment.

I don’t know when the moon emerged from the clouds and mist, and I don’t know when the drifting rain stopped. The moist air was filled with the aroma of forest vegetation.

Ron seemed determined to die together with the twins. Their frolics echoed in the night, and the little wizards nearby stayed away and watched the excitement happily.

In order to avoid the dispute, Harry and Ginny slowly fell to the back of the line, walking with Loren and Hermione.

Hermione and Ginny met their eyes, and there was a silent understanding in their eyes. After looking at each other for a while, the two of them moved their eyes away in unison, as if nothing happened.

"Where's Professor Lupin? Wasn't he here just now?" Harry looked around and asked doubtfully.

Loren replied: "He left beforehand."

"It's strange that it took me so long after leaving the castle to remember that something happened."

"Yeah, that's weird."

"..."

Amidst the chatter of the little wizards, a group of people, led by Professor McGonagall, came to a piece of grass on the edge of the Forbidden Forest. The little wizards, with mandrake blades in their mouths, consciously walked to the front row. Loren and Hermione Min came to the front right.

Professor McGonagall faced the little wizards, looked at the crowd for a while, and shouted: "Percy, are Percy Weasley and Cedric Diggory here?"

"here!"

"Professor, I'm here."

Percy and Cedric pushed through the crowd and came out.

"You two stand up front and show others." Professor McGonagall said while looking at the other young wizards. "Everyone who is going to bury and brew the secret medicine tonight should pay attention carefully. If you have any questions, be sure to ask them. Come out, St. Mungo's archives record hundreds of injuries and injuries caused by errors in Animagus rituals. Among them, seventeen people suffered from errors in the brewing process of the secret medicine, which led to the failure of Animagus rituals. Irreversible deformation.”

The little wizards' relaxed hearts were tugged by Professor McGonagall's words, and they involuntarily breathed lightly for fear of missing some detail.

Professor McGonagall took a few steps to the side and turned her attention to Percy and Cedric: "First, take out the mandrake blades from your mouths..."

Percy and Cedric each took out the small crystal bottles they had prepared in advance, brought them to their mouths, and spit out the leaves in their mouths.

Compared to Cedric, who moved neatly, Percy was a little coy, probably because he thought this action was unsightly and he couldn't let it go easily.

Professor McGonagall warned sternly: "Mr. Weasley, if you don't want to change only the upper body or the lower body, just spit out more saliva, leaving only half a knuckle gap in the crystal bottle."

The little witches in the crowd frowned, and even Hermione couldn't help but pursed her lips.

George gave Fred a look, and Fred smiled knowingly. At this time, they should stand up and say something. After all, the opportunity to openly laugh at Percy, a good student, is very rare.

Fred was about to speak, but Angelina pushed his arm and calmed him down.

George's eyes suddenly widened.

Percy's movements froze when Professor McGonagall called him, and his face became a little stiff under the moonlight. After thinking for a few seconds, he simply gave up struggling and began to spit into the bottle honestly.

Under the watchful eyes of a group of young wizards and the guidance of Professor McGonagall, Percy and Cedric added a hair of their own, a silver teaspoon of dew, and a pupa of the Grimace Hawkmoth into the crystal vial.

"...Confirm one last time to see if your bottle stopper is stable enough? There is no need to shake the mixture. The secret medicine will change on its own in the future." Professor McGonagall nodded towards the two of them. "Now find a quiet, dark place to hide. I recommend burying it under the roots of a tree, or hiding in a tree hole where no small animals live..."

While Percy and Cedric ran into the Forbidden Forest from two directions to hide the secret potion, Professor McGonagall explained a few key points and precautions for brewing the secret potion, and then asked the other young wizards to take action.

Hermione brought the crystal vial to her lips, opened her mouth slightly, and suddenly her movements stopped.

Hermione raised her head expressionlessly and met the man's prying eyes.

"What are you looking at me doing?" Loren blinked, "Make secret medicine!"

"..."

There was nothing she could do to deal with this scoundrel. Hermione was too lazy to pay attention to him. She held the crystal vial with one hand and covered it slightly with the other hand. She ignored the strange "tsk tsk" sound coming from the man's mouth and quickly completed the secret. Filling of medicine.

Perhaps it was the mandrake leaves that were working. The saliva in a small bottle did not have a bad smell. Instead, it looked a little clearer after adding dew. The hair that was put in was wrapped around the pupa of Ghostface Tian'e. on, slowly shaking in the crystal bottle.

Loren and Hermione dug a deep hole under a huge beech tree, sprinkled insect repellent powder and placed a crystal bottle in it. After filling and leveling the hole, they made a scale mark on the trunk of the beech tree.

On the way back to the castle, they passed by the Whomping Willow again. Hermione's eyes lingered on the almost completely red leaves on the Whomping Willow for a few seconds, and she whispered:

"I hope everything goes well for Professor Lupine."

…

At this moment, Professor Lupine had transformed into a werewolf. He was standing in front of the second-floor window of the Shrieking Shack and looking up at the moonlight. He even forgot to take out the hot roasted chicken legs from the storage scales.

The werewolf Lupine had never seen the moon from such an angle for such a long time, at least not in his sparse memory of the moon. The eyesight of a wolf should be very good, but it seems that the moon cannot be seen as clearly as human eyes.

It's hazy, somewhat astigmatic, and has rough edges. The color should also be cooler, with a coolness.

Lupine believed that he was not a person like Dumbledore who cared about the entire magical world, nor was he a kind-hearted person like Lily, nor was he a hateful person like the Longbottoms. He had never thought about saving all werewolves and werewolves before. Equality, werewolves are also human beings.

But Loren's conjecture kept swirling in his mind, and the sound lingered in his ears and never dissipated. He had repeatedly considered the magical principle behind that conjecture thousands of times. Even though he was absolutely sure that he could not find any loopholes with his magical skills, Lu Ping could not help but think, infer, and conjecture over and over again.

Perhaps it was the stimulating effect of the Wolfsbane potion that continued to work, but the werewolf Lupine was not tired at all, and then at a certain moment, his somewhat numb head naturally slipped into an abyss that he had never set foot in before.

Let the werewolves regain their self-control and reduce the harm of werewolves, then...

In the past decades of life, the words of the goblins in Gringotts; in the years of wandering, the words of the tramp. The words of some werewolf companions, and even declarations issued by some wizards to protect magical animals; the subjects in those words heard intentionally or unintentionally were inexplicably replaced by werewolves.

Then the wolf heard the sound in the dream.

The moon had already set before the sky fully lit up. Lupine, who had been standing all night, hurriedly climbed out of the tunnel and ran all the way to the principal's office.

Boom, boom, boom!

Boom, boom, boom!

The portrait of the principal on the wall was suddenly awakened. Old principal Dexter Foster and old principal Black showed a rare united front, cursing at the guests outside the door.

Dumbledore, with a messy beard, came out from behind the cubicle in the office, his blue eyes shining sharply behind his glasses.

Only Merlin would know that when a centenarian with insomnia and little sleep is woken up early in the morning, the resentment in his heart is enough to fill up the entire Black Lake - and the excess can even build a small mountain.

When he opened the door, he saw his Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, who was full of energy despite dark circles under his eyes, with a complicated look on his haggard face, excitement and confusion.

Dumbledore was stunned for a moment, and the irritability in his heart disappeared instantly, and there was more meaningful self-blame and regret in his eyes.

Remus, he was tortured crazy by Severus.

"Professor Dumbledore, Loren made a huge discovery last night!" Lupine said excitedly.

Dumbledore: "..."

"It's you, Remus, come in and talk."

The self-blame and regret disappeared, and Dumbledore, who was even a little disappointed for some reason, turned around, slowly came to sit behind the desk, swayed the teapot, and poured himself and Lupine a cup of maple syrup hot drink.

Before Lupine could sit down, he rambled on and told everything about last night, and also added his own thoughts: "What do you think, Professor Dumbledore?"

"..." Dumbledore did not answer, looking at Lupin's maple syrup hot drink in trance.

"Professor..." Lupine hesitated and repeated again, "What do you think, Professor Dumbledore?"

Dumbledore remained silent, silently picking up his cup and taking a sip of the maple syrup hot drink.

Lu Ping looked at the syrup in the cup in front of him, feeling vaguely aware of it.

Is the professor trying to get angry?

Unexpectedly, the professor, who is over a hundred years old, still acts like a child.

Lu Ping was a little confused about whether to laugh or cry, but he still took a sip of the sweet syrup and took it as an apology for disturbing the old man's sweet dream.

Seeing Remus frowning at the sweetness, Dumbledore's lips revealed a smile that couldn't be concealed: "When I was a child, my mother always said that when there is no time to eat breakfast, eating something sweet will make people feel better."

Lu Ping, who was gradually warming up, was stunned for a moment: "It turns out that the professor is just to take care of me..."

"No, I just wanted to tease you." Dumbledore winked playfully, and immediately became serious without waiting for Lupine's reaction, "About what you just said about using Animagus to fight werewolf transformation, well , although I have been a professor of Transfiguration, but we’d better consult professionals.”

"Minerva, could you please come to the principal's office as soon as possible? I need your help."

Dumbledore waved his wand, and the silver Phoenix Patronus spurted out from the tip of the wand, waved its wings and flew away.

The old principal who released the patron saint looked at Lupine: "So, would you like some candies and cookies?"

…

A few minutes later, the current professor of Transfiguration, whose hair was a little disheveled, opened the oak door of the principal's office.

Professor McGonagall, who arrived in a hurry, listened to Lupine's story and did not give an immediate answer.

Dumbledore did not urge him. He took a sip of the hot maple syrup drink and turned to talk about other things: "Our Miss Beetle has written again. She sneaked into the werewolf community and found that some people in the werewolf group frequently talked to Iphael. There was a professor from the Neville School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and every time he visited that professor, he brought back a lot of food and winter clothing.

"Miss Beetle asked me if I could help investigate the weird professor in Ilvermorny. Considering that person is in Ilvermorny, I refused Miss Beetle."

"No matter what the mysterious man is planning, his purpose is to turn the werewolves into his minions." Professor McGonagall analyzed, "If the idea proposed by Lupine can be realized, no matter what they are planning, we can make everyone Most werewolves defected to our side."

"Professor McGonagall..." Lupine, who had drank more than half a cup of syrup, had calmed down. He pursed his lips and recalled the countless anticipated problems last night, and said slowly, "Use Wolfsbane Potion to support Werewolves need a lot of money to learn Animagus, and the current Minister of Magic is Cornelius Fudge, so it will be difficult for us to convince the Ministry of Magic to allocate funds."

Professor McGonagall and Dumbledore looked at each other. Professor McGonagall pursed her lips to hide her proud smile and said, "Remus, you have just arrived at the school, so you may not understand the current Hogwarts very well. If you are just a magician, As for the medicine issue... we can totally get rid of the Ministry of Magic."

"But, but..." Lupine was a little stuck, with many thoughts in his mind.

Hogwarts is suddenly rich?

Did the principal find the gold left behind by the founder?

Wait, if there is really a treasure in Hogwarts, was it stolen by Gryffindor or left by Slytherin...

Professor McGonagall waved her hand: "If you ask me, the biggest question now is whether werewolves can learn Animagus, and how difficult it is for them to learn."

Lupine shook his head to get rid of the messy thoughts, and quickly explained: "Professor McGonagall, I have read several of your papers published in "Transfiguration Today". According to your theory, the difficulty of Animagus It lies in the understanding of the human body's transformation process, and the use of reason to reject animal nature... Please believe me, these things are very familiar to sober werewolves."

Professor McGonagall pondered for a moment: "Remus, this requires you to prove to me and Albus... I will tell the students that you are a teaching assistant in the teaching class, and you have to study with them, endorse together, and even Accept my inspection."

Lu Ping was stunned. Such a reply was completely beyond his expectation.

Dumbledore picked up the cup and took a sip of the hot maple syrup drink. He looked at the scene in front of him with a smile and seemed to find it very interesting.