Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

He is careful.

After becoming a werewolf, his strength is much greater than usual, for fear of accidentally crushing the glass bottle.

What made him even more impatient was that the werewolf's claws couldn't unscrew the cork at all.

Tonks waved her magic wand, and her belief became stronger and stronger, but lycanthropy inevitably affected her body. Everything that belonged to wizards was gradually weakening, and everything that belonged to werewolves was strengthening.

"You could try pawing the cork," Tonks reminded him.

Suddenly Lupine realized, and he raised his paw, stabbing into the cork.

The sound of "click" and the sound of "boo" when the cork was pulled out sounded together.

Tonks' hands had become claws, and he could no longer hold his wand.

The ears grew out, and the eyes completely turned into wolf pupils.

The bones of the face were broken up, forming a long piece, and the mouth opened and closed.

She was struggling and struggling, and asked hoarsely: "You haven't answered me yet, would you like to?"

"Yes, I am willing." Lupine said anxiously, "Okay, don't talk, drink the potion quickly."

Tears fell down the eyes.

He was full of remorse, if he hadn't thought of escaping, had promised her earlier, or had decisively rejected her earlier, wouldn't he be like today?

Tick--

A few tears mixed with the potion and fell into Tonks' mouth.

A wonderful light bloomed on her.

A dark, indistinct figure broke free from her body, with a movement similar to pulling out a bottle cork, and there was a clear and sweet sound.

It's a black wolf.

With Tonks' head.

As soon as the moonlight poured on it, there was a chirp, and it disappeared.

A wonderful thing happened after a wonderful light, the hair on Tonks' body fell off, the wolf's kiss was shattered again, and he turned back into a human form, his ears retracted, as if they had never grown out.

Lupine looked at her in shock.

"I don't seem to have turned into a werewolf?" Tonks muttered, she grabbed her wand again, shook it slightly, and waved it.

With a blocking spell, the werewolf who pounced on unsuspecting Lupin were driven back.

"I'm in good shape now." Tonks looked down at his hands, "I don't feel like I've been playing for half an hour."

"Are you sure there is no problem?" Lupine asked with concern, pushing away the werewolf coming from the other side.

Tonks shook his head and got up from the ground: "It's very good now."

She waved her wand, and the spell was once again, pure and powerful.

The two of them joined forces again.

The werewolves who had been exhausted were not as violent as before half an hour ago, but driven by their bestiality, they worked tirelessly.

Another ten minutes later.

The sound of engines came from the sky, and Harry was riding a motorcycle, with Professor Flitwick sitting behind him, and they finally arrived.

Wait until the motorcycle comes to a complete stop.

Harry jumped off the motorcycle, waved his wand, his robe swelled up, slowing down the speed of his descent, and with a flick of his wrist, the ground rumbled and shook, and the stone pillars surged up, turning them into cages one by one, locking the raging werewolves into prison. stand up.

They are furious and want to crush stones.

But from stone to iron, only a blink of an eye.

Flitwick exclaimed in the sky: "Harry, I don't know how to use this thing!"

"Hey, Felius, take it easy, I'm the one driving it." The Sorting Hat muttered and flew towards the ground smoothly.

Harry landed and walked quickly to Lupine and Tonks: "Are you all right?"

"It's okay." Lupine shook his head and opened his mouth, not knowing how to describe what happened just now.

Harry looked back, and there were werewolf corpses all over the ground.

Lupine and Tonks didn't kill, and they didn't have time to catch up.

The dead werewolves all died of their own kind.

"The potion that catalyzes the emotions of the beast." Harry sniffed and smelled something covered in blood, "That's why the werewolves rioted."

"We didn't see Death Eaters." Tonks shook his head. "Only werewolves."

Lupine sighed: "It's my problem. I didn't realize that the potion would speed up my transformation time. It would be fine if I just leave after saving someone."

Harry shook his head: "As long as nothing happens."

"Professor Flitwick, please lift the spell."

Flitwick climbed off the motorcycle, wiped the sweat from his brow, and raised his wand.

Tonks' unshakable Locking Curse shattered in the blink of an eye, the stagnation in the air subsided, and a gust of wind came out, sweeping away a lot of bloody smell.

"Harry, I have something to tell you." Lupine finally got his words together and spoke slowly.

Harry looked at him.

"Tonks was bitten by a werewolf." Lupine said succinctly.

Harry and Flitwick looked over in amazement, even the Sorting Hat couldn't resist turning on the headlights, shining them on Tonks, and after being punched, they changed to the low beams aggrievedly.

Bitten?

But she didn't turn into a werewolf.

"I fed her the potion you gave me," Lupine went on. "I was trying to keep her sane, but for some reason, she came back to adulthood."

He carefully described the situation at that time, and the black wolf with Tonks' head was also missing.

Harry was silent.

"Could it be that Tonks has just been infected with wolf disease, so the medicine can treat it?" Lupine cautiously suggested his own guess.

Harry shook his head: "No, the potion can only suppress, not dispel."

"We have also done tests in this area. People who have just been infected with wolf disease will not be cured after taking this bottle of potion."

"While feeding the medicine, did anything else happen?"

Snape wasn't mad enough to order werewolves to bite innocent people - although he wanted to. Every month, there are many cases of passers-by being bitten due to the accidental transformation of werewolves. Snape contacted Madam Pomfrey and reached an agreement with St. Mungo through her. Every patient will be asked if he wants to try it. The potion researched by Mr. Potter may have some special effects on wolves.

Many people agreed.

But without exception, even people who have just been infected with wolf disease cannot be cured.

Lupine shook his head: "It seems not."

"He cried," Tonks said.

Lupine was taken aback, with doubts in his eyes, does that count?

"I remember Hermione's tears in the potion?" Tonks said seriously, "I saw Remus' tears fall into the potion, just when he promised to be with me. "

Especially in the last few words "together", she emphasized the pronunciation.

"Ah, congratulations, Aunt Tonks." Harry applauded her. "Uncle Remus' tears?"

"Harry, your reaction is too bland!" Tonks pinched his waist and gritted his teeth.

Harry nodded: "I always thought you would be able to be with Uncle Remus."

Lupine was a little at a loss, looked down at his paws.

He has mixed emotions.

Yes, Harry felt sure, and Sirius probably thought so too.

A girl who still chooses to be with herself when she is the most embarrassing, ugliest, and most destitute

Harry's words made Tonks feel a lot better, and he hummed twice.

"So, in fact, it's been the tears of a virgin all along?" Harry stroked his chin thoughtfully.

Lupine stared round his eyes and growled in surprise, "Harry!"

Professor Flitwick held back a laugh.

"Just kidding." Harry waved his hand blankly, "I think it should be the tears of a lover."

Both Tonks and Lupine froze. They looked up and looked at each other.

Tonks blushed.

Lupine also looked a little unnatural.

"The biggest problem with lycanthropy, or werewolves, is denial." Harry sighed, "The world denies them and thinks they are aliens."

"Denials from family, denials from friends"

"The transformation on the 15th of every month brings huge troubles, and the werewolves also begin to deny themselves, feeling that they are unstable and dangerous."

"They live in this world, but they are also outside this world."

"They ask themselves, are they still human?"

Lupine turned his head away.

Tonks grabbed its paw.

"If someone comforts a werewolf, they will say, look at you have friends, look at you have relatives." Harry went on, his tone indifferent, as if reading a narration, "There are also people like me, I will help The way you want to become a normal person."

"Maybe, I mean maybe, there's something in the way I do."

"But these are all aggravating one thing, making the werewolf more aware that he is a werewolf, not a normal person."

"Actually, the antidote to wolf's disease is just one sentence, no matter what you become, beautiful or ugly, I will be by your side."

Professor Flitwick sighed and lowered his head too.

The Sorting Hat was puzzled and tilted the handlebar, but it wanted to experience this human emotion.

Harry smiled slightly.

I should have thought of this a long time ago, idealistic magic should be resolved with idealistic methods.

"A tear from true love." Harry said softly, "No wonder the potion we've researched hasn't been able to cure werewolves."

Lupine turned his head back. "No, Harry, that's what you did, I understand."

"I don't blame myself," interrupted Harry, laughing, "so let me test my suspicions, Aunt Tonks."

Tonks held out his other hand, pointing at himself: "Am I crying now?"

Harry nodded, "Crying for Uncle Remus."

Tonks took a deep breath: "Okay."

She kept a straight face, and after a while, she laughed happily: "Oh, no, Harry, I can't do it now."

All she could think about now was Lupine agreeing to be with her.

Happiness and joy filled the whole person, and even a little sadness could not be squeezed out.

Harry raised his wand and cast a spell.

Tonks fell into hallucinations, and after a while, that hand gripped Lupine's paw even more, and he exclaimed in panic, tears fell down his eyes.

Levitation spell.

The tears that hadn't slipped down the nose were collected and formed a small pool in the glass bottle.

Illusion lifted.

Tonks panted heavily: "Harry! That's what you did to your aunt! Not prepared at all."

"You can't cry, so I can only help you." Harry took out the potion, unscrewed the cork, and dripped tears into it.