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He struggled in a sea of water, trying in vain to swim to the distant shore. But no matter how hard he swung his arms and legs, it was completely useless, his shoulders became extremely sore, and the strength of his whole body became smaller and smaller.

When Phoenix was about to use magic, someone suddenly woke him up.

"Wake up, Professor Snape is looking for you. Draco stabbed him in the ribs with sleepy eyes.

"Oops, light—" Phoenix gasped, partly because Draco didn't do it lightly and lightly, and it hurt his ribs to death. Part of it was that he was still immersed in a dream that was about to be drowned.

"Where is he?"

"It should be in the office. Draco walked back to his bed in a trance, "Wake me up at lunch, turkey." ”

Then he mumbled and fell asleep.

"It's good for you to dream of eating a big meal. Phoenix muttered to himself. Realizing why Snape was looking for him, he hurriedly put on his nightgown and ran towards Snape's office.

When he arrived at his office, Snape was standing in front of a specimen.

"How?" asked Phoenix.

"Not good news. Snape turned around and said with a blank face, "Black's elf knew about the locket, but a few weeks ago, Mundungus ransacked the house after Black's death. ”

"Damn, he got off?" Phoenix asked eagerly.

"Yes, I immediately asked him to meet. He said that he had sold it, and was taken away by a wronged boss at a high price when he turned over to the alley. "You know, it's almost untraceable. Although he was cooperative—I think, Mundungus realized that he seemed to have stabbed him, and he said he would do his best to get it back. ”

"Hell he'd found it, and the locket had a distinct Slytherin emblem. Phoenix cursed Mundungus in a low voice. Walking up to a large tentacle specimen, the glass bottle reflecting his face.

"Mundungus handed over memories of the day of the trade. Snape pulled a small crystal bottle out of his pocket. Phoenix took it and slipped it casually into his pocket.

He didn't think that would help much, and Tumbledown Alley had been in full swing since Voldemort's public comeback. There are all kinds of people coming in and out of the purchase every day, and even if Montongues, a perennial snake who has been mixed in all the year round, it is difficult to find a person who has only one side in the vast sea of people.

"Gadvin Robaz is already waiting for you in the courtyard with someone. Snape could see that Phoenix was in a bad mood, but reminded anyway.

"He's coming fast. You're doing a great job, and that's the end of it for now. Phoenix waved his wand and summoned the robe and put it on.

Snape nodded in understanding.

Phoenix went upstairs into the foyer, where the sound of soft conversation and the occasional screech of owls echoed through the auditorium.

Now he was not in the mood for breakfast, so he walked straight through the oak gate and down the stone steps into the cool morning air. The sun was rising over the treetops of the Forbidden Forest, and Phoenix strode up to a group of wizards in standard cloaks.

"Robaz-Gadvin Robaz?" asked Phoenix, holding out his hand to a gloomy-looking wizard on the head.

"It's me, sir. The two of them hurriedly ended their greetings and walked towards the Forbidden Forest.

Robaz's eyebrows are black and white, and his hair is gray, and he looks exhausted. But the face is neat, and the whole person is neat and tidy. If he could have been less melancholy, maybe it would have made a better impression.

His gray-white eyes quickly looked Phoenix up and down, and then beckoned for the people behind him to follow. They walked through the meadow, their cloaks flying up and down with their swift pace.

Leaping over the dark trees, Robaz made a stealthy gesture, and his men immediately pulled away.

"I knew that you had come in person in a hurry to find me something. Go ahead. Phoenix said indifferently.

"Of course—" Robaz hesitated, seemingly at a loss where to start.

"Did the Death Eaters trouble you?"

"No, it's not. He said flatly.

"My son, he- he was bitten by a werewolf—"

"I'm sorry, but I'm afraid there's nothing I can do. Phoenix was apologetic, but the latter sentence was clear.

"I know, but there's a wolf poison potion. At least I can make him a little more comfortable every month. Maybe he might be able to live a normal life - taking potions for a long time, and it would be possible for his offspring not to inherit them—" Robaz said bitterly, "I am grateful that you have put me in the position of head of the Auror Office—but the price of the wolf poison potion—"

Phoenix nodded, understanding what Robaz wanted. Wolf venom potions are difficult to prepare, and the ingredients are extremely expensive. Especially after the potion of Damocles was strictly certified, the raw materials skyrocketed. Britain was influenced by Voldemort, and was even more speculated by merchants to sky-high prices.

A pair of potions a month was an unbearable burden for the newly appointed Auror leader. Unless he is willing to send his son to St. Mungo, where he begins to take in werewolves in case they join the Death Eaters. However, the public is not happy about this, and the general public is worried that the werewolves will get out of control and hurt their hospitalized relatives.

Despite his tough attitude, Scrimgeour relented and did not force the werewolves to be in the custody of St. Mungo.

When they came to the shade of a row of eerie trees, Phoenix stopped. Robaz's men were far away, hidden in the shadows of the trees.

It looks a bit like a Dementor, surrounding them both. Robaz waved his wand, and the surrounding branches and leaves suddenly rattled in a gust of wind, but where he and Robaz stood, there was silence.

"You have to understand, we make you the director, you give us something in return, help us do something. The deal makes sense and is done. But you want us to pay for your son's medicine -- I have to say, we do have money, but it has to be spent to good use, right?"

"Of course, but—I—" Robaz looked at him pleadingly, not touching Phoenix. He was still staring coldly into Robaz's gray eyes.

"These people are loyal to you. Phoenix spoke suddenly.

"No, we are comrades-in-arms. Robaz said briefly.

"I can afford all the expenses of your son for the rest of his life, but what can you do for me is worth such a fortune. Phoenix fiddled with his wand, "And you know, it's just a conjecture." No one knows if the wolf poison potion will actually eliminate the hereditary nature of werewolves. ”

Robaz was unmoved. Parents want their children to be hopeful, even if it takes a lot of effort.

He knew what Phoenix wanted, and that meant he wasn't a worthy Auror anymore. I remembered what my son looked like when he was full moon - the next day, the emaciated and wounded face said sorry to himself with a smile, and destroyed the things in the house. It wasn't his fault, he had a grudge against Greyback, but his son had to bear it.

He had to do something.

"Anything. ”

Phoenix held out his hand and said, "That's fair, now take out your wand." ”

As soon as the magic cast around was lifted,. The sound of horses' hooves echoed through the air, and Robaz could feel the ground of the Forbidden Forest trembling.

"Alert!" he yelled. Several figures immediately disappeared into thin air, and Robaz led a few people to surround Phoenix in the middle. (To be continued.) )