Responsive to requests in the house,

After eating the food William had brought, Hermione stretched, resting her elbows on the table, palms propping her head on, and looking up at William's face.

William was flipping through the steps of the transcribed wolf poison potion.

"Strange, isn't it, William?" Hermione stared at it for a long time, then suddenly squinted and said:

"There's no reason for Professor Snape to teach you the Wolf Poison Potion, it's obviously overstepping, and I always have the feeling he's deliberately hinting at something."

"How?" William glanced at Hermione.

"I mean, there's no way he's going to expect you to make it and still keep mentioning werewolves.

Is he hinting that there are werewolves around us, let's be on guard early. ”

"Who knows, but he's done us a great favor."

William quill sketches out a few of these steps, exclaiming:

"Professor Snape is a genius, a mixture of rat juice and baywood leaves that solves the problem of hard coagulation."

"Well, I'll try this operation at night." Hermione said happily, "But does Mormont really need so many wolf poison potions?" ”

"Yes, with this, she will be able to gather a large number of werewolves. You must know that without the wolf poison potion, werewolves are actually very painful on the night of the full moon. ”

Instead of following William to England, Mormont gathered some of the female werewolves on the island and formed a new force.

William and Hermione brewed the wolf poison potion, leaving nothing behind, and sent it all to France to be handed over to Mormont.

As for leaving some potions for the sale of wolf poison...... Forget it, if you want to make money from this, you might as well set up a stall!

Wolf poison potions are cumbersome and costly, and werewolves are discriminated against by wizards, most of whom are too poor to afford them.

"William, why are you helping Mormont?" Hermione asked, hesitating.

"Hermione, it's not so much that we're helping her, it's that she's helping us." William flipped a page of the book and said in a calm tone.

"Voldemort's resurrection is inevitable, and when he is resurrected, the first step is to gather the Death Eaters, and then the dark forces. Werewolves are one of them.

They attack Muggles, young wizards, and cause more panic and intimidation than most dark creatures.

If, with one of our own people mixed in with the wolf crowd, or even with our help, Mormont can become the leader of the werewolves, it will be of great help to us in the future. ”

Dumbledore had his own plans, but William couldn't do nothing at all and set out to develop his own power.

Mormont is a pawn on a whim.

William doesn't expect this move to slay the dragon, but even if it can only provide intelligence, it is a useful investment!

In the same way, werewolves are too dangerous, as can be seen from the French delegation.

Just like the stray dogs in the city, from any point of view, it needs to be effectively controlled.

Continuing to let them go will only cause more harm to the little wizards.

But at the Werewolf Registration Office of the Ministry of Magic, very few werewolves go to register. This also makes it impossible for the Ministry of Magic to make effective surveillance on full moon nights.

On the one hand, William wanted to reduce the cost of the wolf poison potion, and on the other hand, he wanted to register the werewolves.

Cost reduction is naturally the job of a potions master like Professor Snape, and the registration list is ...... External forces can't do it, and we can only rely on werewolves to deal with werewolves.

Effectively solving the werewolf problem is even more significant than gathering this force to deal with Voldemort!

It would be a glorious political resume, whether William helped Hermione, or anyone else, become Minister for Magic.

William has already begun to pave the way for the future. And his goal is to train the youngest Minister of Magic with his own hands.

This is far more fulfilling than being a minister yourself.

Hermione rubbed her cheek vigorously to sober herself up and began to do her transfiguration homework again.

By noon, the girl had already solved the three homework.

So she was so busy that she didn't go to the auditorium at noon, and William helped bring the meal.

Hermione was only halfway through the book, then she straightened her legs, her arms hanging limply and leaning forward, resting half of her face on the textbook, looking unmotivated.

She turned her gaze to the side, and couldn't help but stare at William's side face in a daze.

William raised his hand and touched Hermione's forehead, "There's no fever." ”

"I'm just a little sleepy."

Hermione yawned, curled up her dangling bangs, and gently wrapped her arms around William's fingers, knotting them very seriously.

William's left hand had to remain on Hermione's forehead, and his right hand closed the notebook, following her, leaning his face against the table.

The two stared wide-eyed.

They looked at each other.

"You must be tired, you have had so many classes in the morning, do the math, you have actually passed the day, and now you can go to bed." William said.

"But I don't want to sleep."

Hermione seemed to feel that the table was too hard, so she raised her head slightly, holding William's hand under her face.

"How's Hagrid's class?"

"It's okay, but he's in too much of a hurry." William was quick to repeat what had happened in class.

"That's not Hagrid's fault!"

"I don't blame him, but it's really dangerous to ride a sea monster on the Black Lake."

"Where's the big black?"

"At the end of school at noon, I put him at Hagrid's hut, and he said that in the evening, he would send it to Louwe......"

William's voice grew quieter as Hermione's eyelids fought, and she was about to fall asleep.

William held Hermione's head in his left hand and gently took her in his arms.

Hermione snorted softly and turned her head to find a more comfortable position.

William put his arms around the girl and closed his eyes as well.

He was ready to squint for a moment.

Just for a moment!

Thereupon......

William and Hermione are late!

By the time William walked through the damp vegetable patch and arrived at Greenhouse Three, it had already been twenty minutes in class.

Everyone looked at William, who pretended to be okay and walked towards Qiu. It seems that he is not late, but everyone comes...... A little earlier.

"Hurry up, Mr. Stark." Professor Sprout said mildly. "You're the only one."

She was just explaining how dangerous the magical creatures of the Black Lake are, so that everyone can really love life and stay away from the Black Lake.

She also talked about the morning, thinking that the merfolk were too much.

"Merfolk not only attack young wizards, but also eat precious seaweed-like magical plants.

I don't think it's right, they can just eat meat, there are so many fish in the black lake! ”

Listen to ...... Is this human talk?

"Why are you late?" Autumn asked in a low voice.

"Annie looked for you at noon, saying that you and Hermione were missing, and everyone thought that you were killed by Hermione and abandoned in the Black Lake."

“……”

"Don't take her to her nonsense, Hermione and I were serious at noon...... Learn too. William explained.

Qiu obviously didn't believe it, she squinted and glanced at William, who looked like she had seen everything.

"You must have run away to find the mermaid princess, and I'll tell Hermione that you've hooked up with the mermaid princess behind your back...... What a scumbag!

It's a good thing I don't have a sister, otherwise I would have told her to stay away from you. ”

What the heck! William had a black question mark on his face. I haven't seen him at noon, is he already hungry enough to hook up with the mermaid princess?

That's Cedric's fiancée who didn't come to the door!

William must have greened him!

Professor Sprout finally finished lashing out at the merfolk and began to show everyone an ugly plant.

They are not like plants, but more like large, black, slimy slugs that emerge from the black grass.

The plants are still slowly swaying, a bit of a Mongolian dead worm.

"Babo tuber." Professor Sprout cheerfully told the group, "You need to squeeze it with your hands, and you have to collect its pus." ”

"Oh! It's disgusting. Marietta complained.

"Learn to appreciate, kids." Professor Sprout exclaimed, "This pus is extremely valuable, so don't waste it."

You have to collect them in bottles, and not a drop will be left behind, and they will all be squeezed dry! ”

William put on a pair of dragonskin gloves, undiluted Babo tuber pus, which can cause unusual damage to the skin.

The process of squeezing the tubers is disgusting, but it also creates a strange sense of satisfaction.

Whenever a bulge is squeezed, it spews out a large stream of viscous, yellow-green liquid and emits a pungent gasoline smell.

The technique taught by William in the morning came in handy at this time, and everyone was desperately "picking up the tubers".

"Now Madam Pomfrey should be happy."

Professor Sprout plugged all the bottles with a stopper and said, "The pus from the tubers of Babo is the best cure for stubborn acne and pimples." ”

Everyone remembered Elois, and her face was covered with all kinds of pimples.

It seems that she is about to start a counterattack.

Sure enough, every acne patient, before being disfigured, is a potential stock!

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