The weather on Saturday was still very bad. The stacked clouds flashed with heart-stopping thunder from time to time, and it rained heavily. But fortunately, the wind was much weaker than yesterday. If it were the same as yesterday, I'm afraid even Hagrid's horse riding Even if you get on a broomstick, you have to be blown into the black lake by the strong wind.
No matter what, the opening game of the annual Quidditch match began.
Early in the morning, in order to seize an important position, the young wizards from the four colleges gathered together in twos and threes, holding umbrellas and rushing to the stadium against the strong wind. The students' enthusiastic discussions could almost suppress the howling wind and rain.
Because of the accident caused by the Defense Against the Dark Arts class yesterday, Wood, who had been frightened all night, got up early. On the way to the school hospital, he also brought some porridge and sausages to Harry, but he couldn't eat a bite of it himself. No less.
When he walked into the school hospital and saw Harry, who had already put on a bright red uniform and was moving his hands and feet, Wood was relieved.
"I was thinking about it in my dream last night,"
Wood handed Harry his breakfast,
"If you can't compete today, I will rush into Professor Blaine's office and die with him."
"Don't be silly, Wood--"
He felt in good condition, and because he finally defeated Slytherin yesterday, Harry was in a good mood. He smiled and said,
"Even if you pull us all up, it won't be enough for Professor Brain to beat him up alone... Speaking of which, I wonder if Professor Brain will go to our game."
"I hope he doesn't go."
Wood said angrily,
"I finally discovered that wherever he appears, nothing good will happen."
In fact, Amosta really has no intention to watch the game. After entering the magical world for so long, Amosta is not very interested in this popular sport in the entire magical world. It is not because he is not good at flying broomsticks. ...In fact, Amosta, who has been traveling all year round, is very good at controlling a broomstick. During a mission, if the distance is far, he will usually use the broomstick and Apparition alternately to get on the road.
Squeak--
Amosta pushed open the door of the office, paused behind the door, and glanced at the crowds of people on the wall who were gathering outside the castle. After finding nothing unexpected, he slowly walked to the camp bed in the room and looked at Remus, lying sickly on his bed, curled his lips and placed the plate with sausages and bread on the ground under the edge of the bed.
"Well, it's time for breakfast..."
"Amosta--"
Looking at the funny Amosta, Remus smiled weakly and bitterly,
"Yesterday I lay on the ground eating because I was a wolf at that time, but that doesn't mean I like doing it."
"oh!"
Amosta, who pretended to be awake, scratched his head.
"Sorry, I forgot about this!"
I believe you!
Remus's drooped eyelids trembled as he tried to support his body to sit up. He thought to himself that he didn't wonder why Amosta always liked to tease him no matter what. As Snape's favorite disciple, Amosta He must know some of the past grudges between them.
He made a small joke, and looking at Remus who was as fragile as a dying man, Amosta also felt sympathy.
To be honest, wizards like Remus Lupin who accidentally became a werewolf did have a tragic fate.
In the previous chat, Amosta learned that over the years, every month on the night of the full moon, in order not to hurt other people, Remus would find a deserted wilderness and set up a trap to prevent anyone from accidentally breaking in. Enter and restrict his movement with a spell, secretly transforming into a werewolf.
But in that case, Remus, who had lost his mind and could not suppress his desire to attack, had no choice but to bite himself. Because he lacked galleons to buy healing potions, his injuries recovered very slowly. When it was finally repaired, he was back again. There will be another full moon.
After entering Hogwarts again, Remus was finally able to drink the Wolfsbane potion, which is known as the gospel of werewolves... But to be honest, this potion is not a good thing.
Amosta is not as gifted in creating potions as he is in spells, but although he is not a master, he can still be considered a good one.
Wolfsbane potion is an idea created by Damocles, one of the few remaining potion masters in the magic world. Amosta once studied it. The basic principle of this potion being able to work on werewolves is to fight poison with poison, and use other people to fight poison. A competing poison suppresses the wolfsbane that riots in the werewolf's body due to the special magic tide caused by the full moon to a very low level.
But the problem is that wolfsbane is a magical virus that is entangled with the magic power of an individual. When wolfsbane medicine kills the virus, it will not only damage the health of the carrier, but also consume the carrier's magic power.
Therefore, a werewolf who drinks wolfsbane potion will only fall into weakness after the full moon period.
In other words, drinking too much of this medicine will shorten your life.
"Speaking of which-"
After breakfast, Lupine supported his sick body and came to the window. He was afraid of the wind and rain and did not dare to open the window. He just listened carefully through a piece of blurred glass. The continuous calls on the Quidditch field moved him deeply. memories, and unconsciously, he thought of his old friend who was known as a Quidditch genius. He recalled the carefree and happy times in school, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth,
"Even Albus walked out of the office to watch the game. Why did you-"
"I'm only interested in things that can improve my strength."
Amosta, who was sitting at his desk and conducting theoretical research on the Blood Curse, replied calmly.
"You're too hard on yourself, Amosta."
Lupine leaned against the cold glass and said to Amosta, who was looking down in thought.
However, looking at Amosta, who was immersed in the world of knowledge and unmoved by external objects, he felt a little admiration. At the age of early twenties, he had the strength that even Albus praised. Talent cannot explain everything.
The dry firewood crackled and exploded in the hot fireplace.
A little afraid of the cold, Remus slowly moved to the window sash in front of the fireplace. While listening to the undulating calls outside the window, he looked at the front page of the latest issue of the Daily Prophet, where the impassioned Minister of Magic was sitting. Tell everyone what an 'amazing' achievement they made in capturing Blake.
Thinking of Sirius Black, who had entered Hogwarts through a mysterious method not long ago, Remus's face sank. He turned his back to Amosta and faced the window, looking in an inexplicable direction.
How did Black get into Hogwarts?
Everyone in Hogwarts, including Albus Dumbledore, and Amosta Braine, who was currently immersed in magic research, were speculating on this matter.
Remus pretended to be as confused as everyone else, but he had a vague guess deep in his heart, and he knew that the guess was close to the truth, but he couldn't face the answer, and he didn't have the courage to say it, because the answer was right For him, it meant that he had betrayed Albus's trust...
"That's not necessarily the case,"
Remus' face was as bad as the weather outside the house, and he murmured in his own voice,
"Maybe he learned a few tricks from Voldemort..."
Perhaps he was too weak after the transformation. The cold air coming from the cracks in the window made Remus shiver. He took a few steps back and walked to the furnace to warm his cold hands. However, this seemed to be of no use. The cold air that was like bone-eroding maggots was still pervasive, which actually gave Lu Ping a vague feeling of despair with nowhere to escape.
A trace of glistening white frost spread from the window cracks like stimulated devil's net tentacles, and the dark magic swept through the room.
At some point, Amosta, who was meditating hard at his desk, had raised his head. He glanced at Lupine, who was leaning against the fireplace with a livid face and a swaying look. There was anger in his lavender eyes.
"You dare to come to my place to cause trouble, are you tired of living?"
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