Hogwarts: Harry Returns from the Witcher

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Lupine looked at the sword in Harry's hand: "Do you really want to cut it?"

Harry nodded.

Lupine took a deep breath, and the wolf's face was full of bitterness and hatred: "Come on."

"What cut do you like to eat?" Harry looked at Lupine, "tenderloin, or tenderloin, rump, thigh?"

Lupine was terrified: "Harry, you don't need to be so specific, just a piece of it."

It made him feel like a piece of meat on Molly's chopping block.

Harry raised his sword and slashed at Lupine's thigh.

Lupine let out an "awk", the sound was twists and turns, he opened his eyes in a daze, and he was ready to scream, but it wasn't very painful, within a completely acceptable range, even worse than the usual damage caused by him fighting with Sirius Still light.

He looked back.

Harry chipped off only a thin slice, which looked like less than five grams.

Tonks waved his wand and hurried over, holding a large piece of white meat in his hand.

"That's all?" Lupine wondered.

Harry looked strange: "I didn't have enough for dinner, do you want to eat more now?"

He raised his sword: "Shall I cut some more for you?"

"No!" Lupine said loudly, subconsciously waving his hand.

The sharp claws whizzed across the air and brushed past Tonks' head, but this little Hufflepuff girl didn't dodge or be afraid, she concentrated on bandaging Lupin's wound, superficially , she pasted an excessive amount of white cream on it, and the bandage was almost finished.

Lupine looked nervously and ashamed, and was about to speak.

"Open your mouth." Harry said.

Lupine grinned subconsciously.

Harry waved his wand and threw the meat in: "Remember to tell me if you feel any discomfort, even if you become a werewolf, you still have mouths and can speak."

Sirius stared round his eyes, he always felt that this sentence was implying himself.

Harry stared nervously at Lupine.

The werewolf eating his own flesh and blood is not the way to cure the disease——the werewolf named "Mokvarg" after eating his own flesh, the curse was lifted, but he also died in ashes.But that has nothing to do with the werewolf, he himself has another curse, no matter what he eats, the food will be turned into ashes in his mouth.

He eats his own flesh, he becomes food, and so becomes ashes.

The news that came to mind suddenly gave Harry some inspiration, maybe the flesh and blood of werewolves would have some effect on lycanthropy.

After a few minutes.

"Sister Tonks, you've wrapped too much." Harry looked at the red-haired lady who was eager to pick up the second roll of bandages, and kindly reminded her.

Tonks raised his head blankly, his red hair lightened slightly, with a tendency to turn to lavender: "Remus is injured."

"That's enough." Harry said, "Aren't you taught these things during the Auror training? Three or four wraps are enough."

Tonks exclaimed, and looked at Harry: "Then I dismantle it?"

"Take it all off and re-wrap it." Harry nodded.

"Why?" Tonks asked.

"It's common sense to re-sterilize and re-bandage." Harry was puzzled. "What did the Ministry of Magic teach you?"

"Some ways to break spells and distinguish dark wizards." Tonks carefully untied the bandages on Lupine's legs, "It's similar to the knowledge learned in school, except that sleeping spells and impeding spells are mandatory. "

"If you want to get promoted, you have to master spells like the Iron Armor Curse."

Both Harry and Sirius were silent.

Lupine scratched his face, bewildered.

"So the Auror's three-year training taught you Sleeping Curse and Impeding Curse?" Harry asked, incredulous.

Tonks shook his head: "There are also some unraveling spells, such as the unlocking spell and the stop spell, but they are all taught in school, and few people can't know it."

"Three years wasted," Harry commented.

Without raising her head, Tonks waved her wand and wiped away the white blood on the wound—she also knew now that the dose she had just used was a little too much, and she couldn't deal with it so carelessly: "It's not a waste, every week during the training They all have a subsidy of ten Galleons."

"Eat and drink every day, don't have to do anything, go to work at 04 o'clock, stay until 30:[-] to get off work, and take ten Galleons a week."

Sirius muttered, "I sort of know why Aurors are like that."

Harry looked at Lupine: "How do you feel?"

"It's a bit fishy." Lupine replied subconsciously just looking at it.

"I'm not asking you to judge the taste." Harry raised his hand and poked him on the waist. "How does your body feel?"

Lupine shook his head: "Nothing special."

"It's a very ordinary piece of meat."

Harry raised his wand and tapped on Lupine, maybe something would change, he just didn't realize it.

But unfortunately.

Really nothing.

"Then let's try other things." Harry tapped the pocket lightly, and hundreds of materials flew out, and they were placed on the small round table beside him. Only heard of, but never seen.

"Harry?" Lupine's voice trembled.

"Don't worry, we're all coming, the night is still long." Harry whispered, and with a wave of his hand, a bottle filled with transparent liquid flew over.

These materials, which he discussed with Snape during this month, and finally concluded, may be effective for wolves.

"Everything else is fine, why is there a love potion?" Lupine stared at a bottle of potion on the table, "Did you take it by mistake?"

"Will I get the Love Potion?" Harry demanded him.

Lupine was startled: "I'm about to use the love potion?"

Harry nodded: "I discussed it with Professor Snape, and we both think that pure love may be very effective against the werewolf curse, but you haven't, so we can only make do with the love potion."

Tonks looked up at Harry.

Harry caught it keenly, and immediately looked back.

Tonks ducked, cheeks flushed.

Lupine hesitated: "I want to bite him very much now."

"He's not Sirius, so he won't show mercy to you." Harry said succinctly, "Don't move."

Harry unscrewed the bottle and took out a drop, which fell on Lupine.

He opened up the witcher's senses, trying to capture the magic breath as much as possible.

On Lupine's body, there was a circle like black smoke, which was the breath of lycanthropy. The drop of liquid fell on him and scattered a small circle, but there was no way to continue, and he was immediately surrounded by evil, ferocious, and barbaric waves. The breath of black magic submerged.

"This thing is useful." With a wave of his wand, Harry conjured up a second round table and placed the bottle on it.

"What are these, Phoenix's tears?" Tonks asked curiously.

Harry shook his head: "No, Hermione's tears."

Tonks was taken aback, and his whole body became excited: "Does Hermione have any special blood?"

"No, because it's the tears of a virgin." Harry brought the second thing, the bottle of love potion, "The tears of a virgin have a certain curb effect on the werewolf curse."

Tonks was thoughtful.

Harry poured the love potion into Lupin's mouth, and the potion gradually took effect, but the black magic aura belonging to the werewolf did not weaken in the slightest.

"Love potion won't work." Harry gave Lupine the antidote and sighed regretfully, "Fake love really doesn't work."

While Lupine was still in a daze, Tonks raised his head: "Harry, would it be more effective if it was a virgin's tears with true love? For example, directly lifting the curse of the werewolf?"

"The effect should be better." Harry said sternly, "but I don't have it in my hand. If I have one, I can try it."

Tonks didn't speak again, and buried his head.

"What were you talking about just now?" Lupine asked in a daze.

Harry shook his head: "We're discussing your condition." He then fetched the third material.

The tears of the phoenix are very precious, but he has a lot of them, and Fox will provide some to himself every month.

But this kind of thing, which everyone in the wizarding world craved, didn't work at all.

So. what's the problem?
Is Fox a male or a female?

I tried every material, and when the last one was finished, the moon had already set behind the house, and I couldn't see its existence.

100 kinds of materials, very few useful ones.

Hermione's tears, unicorn blood, veela eyelashes, and mistletoe fruit—there's no hook in there.

Silver powder can't disperse it, but it can solidify it, and garlic, a material that doesn't have any magical aura, can also play a role in dispelling the black magic aura of werewolves.

Only these six materials have some insignificant effect.

"I think I'm like the innocent person in the movies of ordinary people, who was caught by aliens to do experiments." Lupine lay half dead on the ground, resting on the pillow that Tonks brought for himself, "Harry, Although werewolves have rough skin and thick flesh, they are not used in this way."

"At least it works." Harry looked at the things on the second round table, "Counting the parsley, it's seven. When I return to Hogwarts, at most half a month, I can mix it with Snape." A bottle of potion."

"Of course, you have to come over and take it under our supervision."

Saying that, Haley paused: "I'm more inclined to capture a werewolf, it's safer to use it for experiments."

Lupine looked at Tonks.

Tonks said confidently: "What are you looking at me for? Aurors are protecting human wizards. Protecting werewolves is not part of our job scope. That is something that the Office of Beasts, Aliens and Ghosts has to consider."

"Wait for Skeeter's news, and catch one at that time." Harry nodded and made a final decision, "Professor Snape is also very interested."

Sirius muttered: "When did you have such a good relationship with him?"

"It's always been good," Harry answered him, making Sirius grin his teeth and turn into a black dog, curling up next to Lupine.

Tonks conjured up a blanket and sat down beside Lupine.

Dawn came quietly.

Lupine slowly turned back into an adult. The two of them and the dog were exhausted all night, and they were both asleep at this moment. Harry covered them with a blanket, waved his wand, made the temperature in the room comfortable, and walked out quietly, taking door to door.

He also has to go back to rest.

Skeeter is worthy of being the "best" reporter in the wizarding world. A few days after joining the "Quieker", he immediately published an article that increased the magazine's sales by dozens of times.

(End of this chapter)