Hogwarts: Please graduate soon

According to the information Wayne got from Crouch.

In the whole of Britain, there are about a hundred wizards who are known to have become werewolves, and as for the whole of Europe, there are about two thousand.

Compared to the total population of wizards, it is definitely a small number.

But the problem of werewolves has always troubled the entire wizarding world, because their harm is too great.

The appearance of each werewolf almost represents the breakdown of a family.

And after that, as long as they are alive, they will put the wizards around them in danger.

This is just like an infectious disease. If the root cause is not eliminated or the transmission route is suppressed, everyone will have a thorn in their hearts and dare not approach the pathogen.

This is why even though they know that there is a wolfsbane potion, when Lupin's werewolf identity was exposed, there are still so many parents who send letters of complaint.

Wayne's research on the wolfsbane potion is actually a very thankless act.

Most werewolves can't find a job and can only hang around at the bottom of the wizard world, doing shameful work and not making any money, but that doesn't mean they are completely useless.

In the wizard world, the value of a person is much higher than a gold galleon.

The advanced wolfsbane potion that Wayne researched can suppress the wolf toxin in a werewolf's body, so that they won't transform or become weak even on a full night.

As long as the potency of the potion is not expired, it will be no different from a normal person.

In fact, if he spends more time, he can research a potion that can completely eradicate lycanthropy, but Wayne won't do that for the time being.

Because it's not in his interest.

With the improved wolfsbane potion, he can completely design a good citizen... ahem, it's a harmless certificate. As long as a werewolf has this certificate, it means they are harmless and can live a normal life in the wizard world.

It's equivalent to indirectly controlling the werewolf group.

Don't count on them for fighting, but voting and collecting some gossip are quite useful.

In this world of cooking, one must always do some charity work to show the kindness of Master Lawrence.

After sending the letter, Wayne put on the crown and devoted himself to the research of potions.

It doesn't mean that wearing the crown will break through the limit of SSS level for his potion talent.

This should be the limit of the world, and the system has not opened higher-level templates.

But with the crown on his head, the improvement of his understanding and thinking is also real, which can at least save him five to ten times of time.

Hermione sat at the table, watching Wayne write the potion reaction notice on one 617 parchment after another. She tried to read a few pages, but the effect was very small, just like reading a book of heaven.

Many of the knowledge taught by Snape are completely opposite to the concept.

Two hours later, Wayne took off the crown and relaxed himself, only to see Hermione still staring at a drawing with a frown.

"What do you not understand?" Wayne asked.asked, and took Hermione in his arms.

"Are you done?" Hermione came back to her senses and looked up at the boy.

"Not yet, take a break first. If you have any questions, you can ask me."

Hermione was not hypocritical and told her doubts one by one.

After listening, Wayne thought about it, and then chose the most basic question to answer:

"The medicinal properties of rune snake skin and dragon scale powder are indeed very similar, but you see, poison stone powder is also added to it. After they react, they will produce different effects..."

Hermione has a good foundation, but this knowledge is still too beyond the scope for her.

So Wayne only answered some questions that she could understand, and as for the others, let her not think about them for the time being.

Thinking too much is not a good thing.

After putting Hermione down, Wayne was ready to continue working hard. The little witch pulled him back with some heartache: "Why don't you take a rest first? There's no need to rush."

Wayne shook his head gently: "The next full moon night is coming soon. I must make the potion before then."

"Besides, I guess that old man Damocles will come as soon as he receives the letter. We must hurry up."

"If you are sleepy, go to bed first."

Hermione refused and insisted on staying by his side. Wayne had no choice but to let her do it.

Another two hours passed, and it was already late at night.

The little witch finally couldn't hold on any longer, and fell asleep on the table.

Wayne shook his head, gently picked her up, and put her on the bed.

Wayne guessed correctly. After receiving the letter, Damocles almost rushed to Hogwarts day and night.

At noon the next day, Wayne saw him in the hall.

Dumbledore added another seat in the guest of honor seat and introduced him while everyone was eating:

"I am so honored that Hogwarts has welcomed another distinguished guest - the inventor of the wolfsbane potion - Mr. Damocles!"

Students from several (cgee) schools applauded enthusiastically, and the principals also smiled and greeted.

Damocles stood up to return the greeting, and then his eyes stared at Wayne, not moving away for a second.

After dinner, Wayne wanted to go to class, but was stopped by the old man.

"Don't do those meaningless things, Mr. Lawrence." Damocles said anxiously: "What else can the school teach you? Now the research of the wolfsbane potion is the top priority."

Wayne did not answer, but looked at Professor Sprout next to him.

The Hufflepuff headmaster smiled gently: "Dumbledore has given you special permission. You don't have to attend classes recently. You can concentrate on studying potions."

"Okay then." Wayne just agreed when the old man couldn't wait to pull him away.

Next to the Potions classroom, Dumbledore had prepared a brand new laboratory for them.

Wayne shared his ideas with someThe experimental process was brought out, and Damocles was as fascinated as admiring the most beautiful woman in the world.

"Yes, that's it... Why didn't I think of it before? No, Lawrence, explain to me quickly, why is the Qingxin Grass gone?"

"Because this is for curing diseases and detoxification, not suppressing wildness." Wayne explained patiently.

He must first let Damocles understand his ideas before he can help.

Soon, an afternoon passed, Damocles roughly figured out Wayne's ideas, and couldn't wait to take out the materials Wayne asked him to prepare and start the experiment.

In the next few days, the two of them seemed to have disappeared from Hogwarts.

Except for a few girls who would come to visit Wayne, others only knew that the two were studying a new potion, but the specific details were not clear.

However, most people would not care so much. Compared with boring academic problems, young wizards still like more exciting projects - such as Quidditch.

Saturday.

Today's match was between teams from Costolis and Durmstrang.

In fact, most people thought that there was no suspense about the result of the match at the beginning.

Drmstrang would definitely win, because their seeker was Krum.

He was the best seeker in the World Cup, not on the same level as the others.

But last night, news came out that Krum was unfortunately infected with the flu.

In order to take care of him, Karkaroff chose to let the school's substitute seeker play, but it was no problem.

Cosdoris had already played a match before, and the level was indeed not high, and was defeated by Ilvermorny by a large score.

This is also related to the regional climate. The area where Costolis is located is cold all year round, and who has nothing to do to play ball in the sky in the cold wind.

But no one expected that Durmstrang would actually be in a tough battle in today's match. (To read the exciting novels, go to Faloo Novel Network!)

To be precise, Costolis’ students came for people, and played ball by the way.

In just 20 minutes, two students from Durmstrang had their noses twisted, and the others had bruises on their faces.

Cosdolis’ students were not much better.

The team uniforms were full of footprints, and some even had half of their brooms falling off.

The audience was stunned, they had never seen such a brutal game.

Slytherin used to play dirty, right?

But compared with the two teams on the field, they were all polite.

Madam Hooch’s whistle never stopped. There was no red card in the Quidditch rules, so a player could only be temporarily sent off for a few minutes.

Either leave the field with an injury, or wait until the end of the game.

A good match turned into an unlimited fighting contest.

Finally, when Costolis's Seeker caught the Golden Snitch,At that time, the seeker of Durmstrang was still on the ground trying to stop the bleeding.

There were only seven players on both sides still on the field.

Karkaroff was so angry that he was shaking all over. He had wanted to argue with Katerina for a long time, but she ignored him. After the game, he went directly to the students to celebrate.

After the game, the atmosphere of the two schools became tense.

It even affected other people. []

Like Slytherin, because Durmstrang's philosophy is to only accept pure blood, before coming to Hogwarts, many parents have considered sending their students there, such as the Malfoy family.

And Costoris's students obviously have a better relationship with the heartless Gryffindor.

The two sides fought openly and secretly, and there was no day of peace in the castle.

Karkaroff was even more shameless and went straight to the field. He found faults in the castle every day, sometimes complaining about the poor living environment, and sometimes complaining about the students being too noisy.

He even evaluated all the teachers in the school. Except for Snape, no one got a good evaluation from him. He was full of sarcasm.

Karkaroff had no power to manage students, let alone influence the professors, but he was disgusting.

Dumbledore usually did not show up. Others were not equal to him in status, so it was difficult to say anything. They could only watch him stick to them like a super slug, unable to shake it off or slap it to death.

In the blink of an eye, another week passed.

In the classroom, Damocles watched Wayne nervously collect the purple liquid in the crucible into the bottle.

Wayne's hand trembled, and he accidentally spilled two drops, which made the old man feel very distressed.

"Be steady, be steady, Lawrence."

"Why are you so nervous? There is enough medicine. Just spill it."

Wayne capped the bottle and put the potion away.

After two people's day and night research, they finally determined the formula of the final improved version of the wolfsbane potion.

According to the naming method of Lawrence, it is the pro max version of the wolfsbane potion.

"Tomorrow is the full moon. I deliberately asked Lupin not to drink the old potion. Whether it will succeed depends on his performance."

"It will definitely succeed." Damocles looked at the full table of draft papers and said firmly:

"Mr. Lawrence, if it weren't for you, I don't think I would have seen the hope of completely eliminating werewolves in my lifetime."

"Thank you."

After speaking, the old man bowed solemnly, and Wayne quickly helped him up.

"You are too confident. Even if this succeeds, it can only guarantee that they will not turn into werewolves within six months."

"That's enough." Damocles said with longing, "As long as we can ensure that contemporary werewolves do not cause trouble before they die, one day this race will completely disappear from the world."

The two walked out of the classroom, ready to take a good rest for a day and wait for Lupin's arrival.

When Wayne arrived on the first floor, he found a group of young wizards gathered in the lobby.As if they were arguing about something, he immediately got excited, threw Damocles aside and ran over to join in the fun.

Damocles smiled bitterly and shook his head.

Only at this time could he realize that Wayne was still a teenager of fourteen or fifteen years old.

In the process of studying potions, he was almost entirely in the position of an assistant. If he hadn't known werewolves well enough, he would probably have been an assistant.

After a few seconds of shame, Damocles hurried to follow.

"Are we wrong? Pure-blood nobles are a bunch of termites!"

"It is because of the existence of worms like you that the British magic world is like a stagnant pool of water, full of unfair laws and regulations everywhere!"

The speaker was a girl from Costoris. Her face was flushed and she smelled of alcohol. She probably drank a lot of water of life.

And the one who stood up to refute him was not a Slytherin student, but a tall boy from Durmstrang.

"Hmph! The magic world is originally a pure-blood magic world. It is a blessing to allow half-bloods and Muggle wizards to go to school. How dare you be dissatisfied?"

"Bullshit! As long as they are wizards, everyone should be equal. Pure-blood wizards rely on their own resources to monopolize high-level positions and most resources."

"In our country, the interests of the masses are the first priority, and you will not be allowed to exploit them at will!"

"You are bullshitting. Pure-bloods can stand out in various industries because of their excellence. Don't blame the uneven road if you are not good enough!"

"Excellent? Do you mean that you have a second uncle who is a senior official in the Ministry of Magic?"

"That's my third uncle!"

At first, it was just these two people arguing, but as the argument became more intense, more and more people joined in.

Wayne's eyelids twitched wildly when he heard it.

Hammer and sickle invaded the magic world?

There should be pure-blood wizards among Costolis’ students, but they all support this?

While he was thinking, I don’t know who couldn’t hold back first and cast the first spell, and then the melee began.

Wayne took Damocles back two steps, fearing that the old man would be injured by mistake, and then waited and watched.

Although there were Hogwarts students among them, most of them were Slytherins, and the reason for the fight had nothing to do with the school, so he didn’t bother to care.

Both sides fired spells at each other and greeted each other’s relatives, and soon they became one.

More than a dozen people fainted in a blink of an eye, and at this time, the professors finally arrived.

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