Crookshank and Hedwig are very mature pets.

They mobilized almost all the pets in Hogwarts, even the pets in the hands of the newly entered first-year wizards, and inspected every corner with the most careful inspection, and of course the pets had to be solved by the pets.

The only one who wasn't happy was Filch.

Corridors, classrooms, statues, and statues are covered in cat hair, owl hair, or toad slime.

It takes him a lot of time to clean up the troublesome things, especially the cat's hair.

At the end of the day, he was covered in the smell of other cats.

Let Lady Loris keep meowing, asking him if he is fooling around outside, what is going on.

Mr. Filch had a miserable day, and he couldn't even sleep with Mrs. Loris, so he had to squeeze the couch aggrievedly.

The next day, Kony was still not found.

It is not even clear whether it is alive or dead.

That's not the worst news.

The little witch with Hufflepuff found that her pet was also lost, and it was still there yesterday, but she followed Crook Hill out to look for it all night, and it disappeared, obviously such a cute toad.

This made many young wizards nervous, and they took their pets with them every day and forbade them to go out and fool around.

Even Crookshank Hill could not escape Hermione's suppression, and it had to be bound by fate - a soft lambskin collar and chain, and Hermione deliberately asked the gingerbread kitten for her opinion to choose a favorite color before conjuring it up.

Hedwig and Bowes are the same.

Until the culprit of the "prank" is caught, the safety of the pets is important.

The professors take this very seriously.

Every professor had a pet companion - except for Snape, and of course, as they got older, the ones who accompanied them through their childhood also died of old age, and not every wizard was lucky enough to have an immortal pet companion like Dumbledore.

Professor McGonagall and Professor Sprout joined forces.

They're going to find this guy!

Not even the Weasley brothers could have made such a bad joke.

Ron was also busy, it was his duty as a prefect to protect every little wizard.

Harry ignored the matter.

No one gave him a commission, the witcher never did a loss-making business, and he had more important things in his hands.

The development of the werewolf traceability potion did not go well.

Snape got his hands on two werewolves out of nowhere and affectionately named them "Rem." For plural numbers, add a small letter "s" to the end of the word and hide it in the screaming hut so that they can cooperate with the experiment.

Not caught.

Snape was not a clean man, and he dropped a message in Tumbledown Alley saying that he needed two werewolves to cooperate with the research for a year, during which time he would provide wolf poison potions every month, and several werewolves would sign up immediately.

Lupin also knew the news.

He commented that if he had known about such a good thing three years ago, and didn't know that it was Snape, he would have been eager to get involved.

Werewolves are very unstable social factors.

But not every werewolf is like Greyback, thinking about revenge on society and wizards, and many of them are like Lupin, fighting at the bottom, avoiding the crowd and trying to avoid hurting others as much as possible.

Good people are always at gunpoint.

Good werewolves can also be pointed at by wands.

They are law-abiding and kind, and they are rewarded with not having a good life.

Lupin was the luckiest of the werewolves, having been able to attend Hogwarts, the best school of witchcraft and wizardry in Europe, for seven years, where he earned his diploma and served as a prefect, at least with a complete resume.

Except for him, none of these werewolves have received a complete, even relatively complete, education, and most of them have only learned some simple magic in cram schools or trick schools, and they are not even as good as the first and second year students of Hogwarts in terms of mastery of magic.

Lupin is lonely.

He was like a normal person - especially at Hogwarts, where he had three good friends and a good house where everyone liked him. When he came out of Hogwarts, he suddenly bumped into the naked reality of society, and knocked him into a blue nose and swollen face.

He couldn't use the means to do it, and he couldn't wag his tail and beg like other werewolves.

He wouldn't be used for normal work, no one wanted to make a werewolf an employee, and no one wanted to give him the opportunity even if Lupin humiliated himself that he could wear a mask.

In addition to Dumbledore and Sirius, there are also George and Fred.

The werewolves weren't alone, but they were unfortunate.

They don't have normal people to be friends with, unlike Lupin. Lupin had been within the walls at least, and though he had been kicked out for a few years, he was now pulled back by some of the most powerful hands in the wizarding world—the greatest white wizard, the purest and noblest wizarding family, the youngest and immeasurable heir to Gryffindor.

These werewolves, who were in peace, could only hold on to the wall, looking greedily and eagerly at the scenery outside the wall through the cracks.

Snape was unceremonious.

And they said that maybe there was a chance to become a normal person again, at the cost of possible death.

They thanked Snape for the gift.

Willing to huddle in the beatings, like captivity, with only the house-elves delivering some food every day, and their entertainment was nothing more than basic children's literature that Snape had lovingly thrown at them.

But they were excited, whether Snape took blood or flesh from them.

It's just that their devotion didn't end well.

In the first month, even experimental potions could not be developed, and those materials were only taken out separately, and the medicinal properties did not conflict, but they could be put into crucibles and boiled, which would cause great conflicts, and Snape had already blown up several crucibles.

Ever since he knew potions, he hadn't been so humiliating.

Compared with the research and development of the "Wolf Cure Potion", the research on the Horcrux side is going well.

End of September.

Dumbledore's office.

Harry pushed the door open, and when he looked in, the four deans were there.

"Pomona, take it out." Dumbledore sighed.

"Nope." Professor Sprout simply refused.

"The Horcruxes on it have been stripped away." Dumbledore begged, "That thing is safe now." ”

"It's more dangerous because it's not a Horcrux." Sprout shook his head, "It's just you, it's the three of you!" This thing is too dangerous for you, and even Harry doesn't think he should be dealt with."

"Face what?" Harry crept up behind her and spoke suddenly.

Sprout was taken aback by this coldness, turned around, and grumbled angrily: "Harry, why don't you make a sound when you walk." ”

"You may be too focused on scolding Professor Dumbledore." Harry replied to her.

Sprout smiled: "I didn't scold him, I was educating him." ”

"He wants the Resurrection Stone, but that thing doesn't work for him, and certainly not for you."

Sprout looked over one by one, counting them one by one: "Harry, Severus, Filius, Minerva, you can't do it, you shouldn't see that thing." ”

"There is no way for the Resurrection Stone to truly resurrect."

"It is said in fairy tales that it will only create a phantom of the dead, which seems to be real, and it will have everything about the living, except for the idea of wanting to live, and then guide the originally alive to death."

She paused and spoke in a very soft tone, "The second brother of the Peverell family is arrogant, and he asks the Grim Reaper for the power to summon others back from the Grim Reaper. ”

"So the Grim Reaper picked up a stone from the riverbank and told him that it had the power to bring the dead back to life."

"The second brother returned to his home where he lived alone, took out the resurrection stone, and turned it in the palm of his hand three times, and the girl with whom he had wanted to marry but unfortunately died, immediately appeared in front of him."

However, after the resurrection, the girl did not have a nostalgia for the world, she was sad and cold, and separated from him with a veil. So, the second brother went crazy in endless despair, and in order to truly integrate into her world, he committed suicide. ”

She paused again, relieved of her dry mouth, and after a moment, continued, "Except for Harry, well, and maybe Severus, you should all be familiar with this story. ”

"The four of them together are almost four hundred years old, so don't think about it anymore."

Harry spoke calmly, "I've heard that. ”

Sprout looked at him in amazement, she didn't think Harry could be such a childlike person.

"Hermione read it to me." Harry whispered.

Sprout nodded abruptly, I see.

Snape didn't speak, his expression a little lonely, he hadn't heard the stories, he didn't have the childlike mind, and of course, because no one wanted to read them to him, not his parents, or anyone else.

"Just a look?" Dumbledore didn't give up, he was still pleading.

Sprout sneered and turned his head.

How can it be!

She's not such a soft-hearted woman, she just looks like it.

"Pomona, we've been working together for so long." Dumbledore also wanted to play the emotional card.

Sprout was expressionless: "It's because we've worked together for so long." ”

Dumbledore beckoned, and the stool flew and landed behind them: "In that case, let's not talk about it, let's all sit down." ”

"Can the Horcrux be stripped off?" Harry asked him.

Dumbledore nodded: "Those that are attached to the object can be stripped off, but Harry, your situation is special, and we still have to discuss it specifically, after all, Horcruxes parasitic on a complete soul are very rare." ”

Harry didn't speak.

Dumbledore continued: "And there's bad news. ”

"After the Horcrux was stripped off, I tried to peek into his memory."

"This is only Voldemort's second Horcrux, and there are no clues to the other Horcrucals, and as we had predicted, he is planning to make seven Horcruxes."

"Seven is a magical number."

(End of chapter)