Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

Special operations against Hogwarts?

Snape lowered his head, his face was serious, and his heart tightened.

In that castle, there are only two things that can make Voldemort worry about, one is his Horcrux, that thing may or may not exist, and the other thing is Harry Potter, and that person must exist with.

He didn't ask any more questions, but just stood aside quietly, with his hands tied, as if he didn't care about this matter.

Voldemort froze for a noticeable moment.

What was he waiting for, but nothing came.

"During this time." Voldemort walked to the sofa and sat down, his eyes flicked from the Death Eaters one by one, "Find out our old friends."

"I can be more forgiving."

"If you still want to be our friend, I welcome him."

"If you don't want to"

"The thing I hate the most is the traitor."

"You know what to do."

Bellatrix responded excitedly, and the other Death Eaters trembled.

Voldemort continued to give orders.

But the next orders are for these Death Eaters to collect materials, heal injuries, restore magical abilities, and reshape an arm

Only there was no news about Horcruxes, or Hogwarts.

Snape was not in a hurry, he just went back and informed Dumbledore to prepare in case the Death Eaters would suddenly launch any attack.

The Christmas holidays are still long.

Snape's office.

Harry and Professor Youtou Kelp took protective measures, with serious expressions, and picked up their wands.

In the room, besides the two of them, there were three werewolves.

Greyback, who was tied up on the table, and the two werewolves who were carefully curled up in the corner of the room.

"You both know him, don't you?" Harry turned to look at him.

The two werewolves nodded frantically.

"Has anyone been turned into a werewolf by him?" Harry asked again.

Both werewolves raised their hands.

Snape sneered: "Potter, you don't need to ask this question. Most of the werewolves in the wizarding world are infected by Greyback. He is the great father of werewolves."

"Severus Snape!" Before Harry could speak, Greyback struggled and shouted, "What are you trying to do, Snape! We are both master's servants."

"Servant?" Snape sighed with complex meaning, "You don't have the Dark Mark on your body."

Greyback, who was still cursing, was taken aback, his whole body froze.

Werewolves are not granted the Dark Mark.

Even if they exist like this, they will always be assigned to do the most dangerous work.

"When have you been recognized by your master as a servant?" Snape sneered, "Don't think too much about Fenrir, you're just a werewolf."

"Master knows these things?" Greyback stared incredulously, staring blankly past Snape at something that might exist in the void.

Snape didn't answer.

Greyback took a deep breath and was about to start thinking wildly.

fainted!

Harry drew out his wand, and cast a spell to hit him. There was no deformed werewolf, and he didn't have the terrifying ability to resist magic after transgender. He was no different from ordinary people.

He passed out.

"Professor Snape, you still have the time to joke with him." Harry waved his wand lightly again, and the invisible blade cut off a small piece of flesh from Greyback's arm.

Snape waved his wand, and Bai Xian flew over to treat his wound—of course, this was not for Greyback, as a special individual among werewolves, it was of great research value, and as a potion master, it was natural that he should protect it well Every cherished material in my hand cannot let them lose their effectiveness.

The two of them began to configure the potion.

Virgin's Tears, Parsley, Powdered Unicorn Horn

When the pot of potion is boiling.

Snape and Harry began to discuss what to do with Greyback's meat.

As a very special material, even in Snape's entire life experience of brewing potions, it was the first time he encountered a material - a whole piece of flesh and blood, and no potion required a whole piece of flesh and blood to be stuffed into it. , which gave him a sense of déjà vu of boiling broth.

How could potions be reduced to something comparable to cooking?

"Just throw it in and try?" The two of them were facing the chopping board, oh no, staring blankly at the flesh and blood on the table, Harry raised his opinion.

Snape shook his head: "We are brewing potions, not cooking."

"Think about it with your stupid brain, this is flesh and blood, there is no magic effect."

Harry's tone was calm: "But he's symbolic—part of what makes people turn into werewolves. If it's dealt with, it might lose that symbolism."

Symbolism is also part of magic.

Although, in magic, this kind of existence is also a very mysterious field.

Snape's face turned ugly.

Harry's words reminded him that from this point of view, throwing the whole piece of meat in intact was indeed the best choice for the first experiment.

only

He looked at the cauldron, which was gurgling with light blue smoke, and a pot of perfect potion was brewing.

Really throw the flesh and blood in it and turn it into a broth.

"Professor Snape." Harry reminded, "If you don't make a decision, this potion will take shape."

"Then let's try this for now." Snape reluctantly agreed, with a flick of his wand, flesh and blood floated up, waiting for an opportunity, and slowly dipped into the hot potion in the cauldron.

The smell of meat floated slowly.

This made Snape's face even uglier.

really

After this material was added, the pot of perfect potion turned from light blue to fleshy brown like the dishes served by house elves in the kitchen.

Soon, the pot of potion was ready.

Snape didn't want to call this sip a potion, but it did have the effect of a potion, and with a flick of his wand, the potion was filled into the bottle.

"You two, who will try?" Snape didn't bother to pick it up, threw it on the table, and looked at the two werewolves.

The two werewolves hesitated.

"One Galleon." Harry quoted the price.

A werewolf immediately raised his hand: "I, I, I, I, I can!"

Another werewolf also raised his hand: "I can do it too, I'll be fine with fifteen silver Sickles."

"I'm fourteen!"

They scrambled and saw that the price was about to fall below ten Sickles.

Harry pointed to the werewolf who spoke first: "Come on."

Then he took out the hat again, took out a Galleon, and threw it into his hand: "There's no need to do this, that's not how you grab business."

The werewolf who spoke first had a happy expression on his face. He picked up Garen and almost crawled to the table, grabbed the bottle of potion, and poured it into his mouth.

With a grunt, he didn't even swallow his saliva.

"It tastes a bit like broth with added sugar." The werewolf smacked his lips and made an evaluation subconsciously - this is the habit they have developed at Snape's place during this time, according to the potion master's words, that is in Snape Immediately after taking the medicine, you have to speak out your feelings to prevent the side effects of these still-experimental medicines, leading to death from poisoning before asking about your feelings.

"After drinking it into the stomach, it is a bit warm, and the aftertaste is a bit salty."

The more he talked, the more his evaluation of the potion was more like a soup.

Snape's face was so black that it could drip mud.

"Okay, this gourmet connoisseur, this is not an afterthought for you to play." He flicked his wand lightly, and the throat lock tongue sealed his mouth, "It seems that you have been an experimental prop for me for so long , still haven't learned how to be qualified, if you don't say it, then shut up!"

"Let me check it out."

Saying it by himself, in fact, he turned his head and looked at Harry.

In the matter of sensing breath, no one can compare with him.

"There is no change in breath." Harry shook his head and raised his wand, "Try turning into a werewolf?"

The werewolf nodded.

Harry took a deep breath, and with a wave of his wand, a strange, bright full moon shot out and fell on the wall.

The sleeping Greyback transformed into a werewolf in the blink of an eye.

The other one, the one who didn't take the potion, also changed in the blink of an eye. Snape's eyes were quick, and he swung his wand.

And the one who took the potion knelt down on the ground, howling in pain.

The hairs were like needles, sticking out of his skin, with traces of blood stains.

The mouth is protruding, trying to change into a wolf's kiss, but it is not so smooth, click, click, the bones are broken and protruding, the ear pierces the scalp, and there is a burst of bleeding.

The change process is slow and painful.

The werewolf fell to the ground, writhing and struggling.

The potion failed.

Snape and Harry were not at all discouraged.

"It seems that the direction is right." Snape walked to the table, took out a quill, wrote and drew on the paper, and adjusted the potion formula.

Harry waved his wand to ease the werewolf's pain.

"It's amazing that the cure for lycanthropy comes from the source?" Snape muttered in a flustered tone, "Why is it like this?"

"Is there something special about the strain of wolf disease?"

"Causal loop."

"No, no, if that's the case, one bite from the werewolf can cure the disease, but there is no such record in the book."

He was completely lost in thought.

It was an interesting subject, to Snape.

When the werewolf was completely transformed, Harry waved his wand to dispel the moon phases on the wall.

Snape basketed him: "No, Potter, wait."

"Let's try transgender werewolf flesh."

"You separate the house and restore those two men to human form."

Harry nodded.

The transformation spell split the room into two, and the two deformed werewolves slowly recovered—this was another painful process. For the werewolf who took the potion, it was still smashing bones and putting his body back together into a human being. .

soon.

The second bottle of potion was boiled, with a richer aroma of broth.

Snape no longer disliked it this time, walked in with it, and looked at the two werewolves: "Which one of you will drink this time, it's still a Galleon."