Special operations against Hogwarts?

Snape lowered his head, his face serious, and his heart tightened.

In that castle, there were only two things that could concern Voldemort, one was his Horcrux, which may or may not exist, and the other was Harry Potter, and that person must exist.

He didn't ask much questions, just stood quietly on the sidelines, with his hands tied, full of the appearance that he didn't care about this matter.

Voldemort had a noticeable moment of stagnation.

He was waiting for something, but he didn't wait for anything.

"This time." Voldemort walked over to the couch and sat down, his gaze brushing over the Death Eaters one by one, "Find our old friends." ”

"I can be more tolerant."

"If he is still willing to be our friend, I welcome him."

"If you don't want to"

"The thing I hate the most is the betrayer."

"You know what to do."

Bellatrix responded excitedly, and the other Death Eaters trembled.

Voldemort continued to command.

But the next orders were for the Death Eaters to gather materials, heal their wounds, restore their magical abilities, and reshape an arm

The only thing is that there is no news about Horcruxes or Hogwarts.

Snape wasn't in a hurry, but when he returned, he told Dumbledore to be prepared in case the Death Eaters would suddenly attack.

The Christmas holidays are still long.

Snape's office.

Harry and Professor Oil-Headed Kelp took up their wands with serious expressions on their faces.

In the house, in addition to the two of them, there were three werewolves.

Gray Burke, who was tied to the table, and the two werewolves in the room, who were cautiously curled up in the corners.

"You both know him, don't you?" Harry looked back at him.

The two werewolves nodded frantically.

"Did he turn into a werewolf?" Harry asked again.

Both werewolves raised their hands.

Snape scoffed, "Potter, you don't need to ask this question, most of the werewolves in the wizarding world are infected by Greyback, and he is the father of the great werewolves." ”

"Severus Snape!" Just before Harry could speak, Greyback struggled and shouted, "What do you want to do, Snape!" We are all servants of our masters. ”

"Servant?" Snape sighed with mixed emotion, "You don't have the Dark Mark on you. ”

Greyback, who was still cursing, was stunned, and his whole body stiffened.

Werewolves are not given the Dark Mark of the Dark Mark.

Even if they exist, they will always be assigned to do the most dangerous work.

"When have you ever been recognized as a servant by your master?" Snape sneered, "Don't think too much about Fenrir, you're just a werewolf." ”

"Does the master know these things?" Greyback glared incredulously, blankly past Snape, staring at something that might exist in the void.

Snape didn't answer.

Greyback took a deep breath and was about to start thinking nonsense.

Faint!

Harry drew his wand and struck it with a spell, and the untransformed werewolf, without the terrifying ability to resist magic after being transformed, was no different from ordinary people.

He passed out.

"Professor Snape, you still have the leisure to joke with him." Harry flicked his wand again, and the invisible blade sliced away, slicing a small strip of flesh from Greyback's arm.

With a wave of his wand, Snape flew over and treated his wounds - of course, this is not distressing Greyback, as a special individual among werewolves, it is very valuable to study, as a potions master, it is natural to protect every precious material in his hand, and not let them lose their effectiveness.

The two of them began to concoct potions.

Virgin tears, parsley, powder of unicorn horn

Wait until the pot is boiling.

Snape and Harry began to discuss what to do with Greyback's meat.

As a very special thing, even in Snape's entire life experience of boiling potions, the material he encountered for the first time - a whole piece of flesh and blood, and no potion needed to be stuffed into a whole piece of flesh, which made him feel like he was boiling broth.

How can potions be reduced to something on a par with cooking?

"Just throw it in and try it?" The two of them stared at the board, oh no, at the flesh on the table, and Harry made an opinion.

Snape shook his head, "We're making potions, not cooking." ”

"Think about it with your stupid brain, it's flesh and blood, and it doesn't do any magic."

Harry said calmly, "But he has a symbolic meaning—he is part of the culprit who turned people into werewolves, and if it had been dealt with, it might have lost that part of its symbolism." ”

Symbolism is also part of the magic.

Although, in magic, this kind of existence is also a very mysterious realm.

Snape's face turned ugly.

Harry's words reminded him that if he thought about it from this perspective, throwing this whole piece of meat in its original form was indeed the best option for the first trial.

It's just that

He looked at the cauldron, which was bellowing with pale blue smoke and a perfect potion boiling.

Really throw flesh into it and turn it into broth.

"Professor Snape." Harry reminded, "If you don't make a decision, this pot of potions will take shape." ”

"Let's just give it a try." Snape reluctantly agreed, his wand flicking, flesh fluttering, waiting for an opportunity to dip slowly into the cauldron's hot liquid.

The aroma of meat wafts slowly.

This made Snape's face even more ugly.

really

When this ingredient is added, a perfect potion turns from pale blue to flesh-brown like a dish in the kitchen, like a house-elf's dish.

Soon, the pot of potions was boiled.

Snape didn't want to call it a potion, but it did, and with a flick of his wand, the liquid was put into the bottle.

"You two, who's going to try?" Snape didn't bother to pick it up, tossed it on the table, and looked at the two werewolves.

The two werewolves hesitated.

"One Galleon." Harry made an offer.

A werewolf immediately raised his hand: "I, I, I, I, I can!" ”

Another werewolf also raised his hand: "I can too, I'll be fifteen silver west." ”

"I'm fourteen!"

They scrambled, seeing that the price was about to fall below ten stalks.

Harry pointed to the werewolf who spoke first, "Come on." ”

Then he pulled it into his hat, took out a Galleon, and threw it into his hand: "There is no need to do this, this is not what robbing business does. ”

The werewolf who spoke first looked happy, picked Garon up, and almost crawled to the table, grabbed the bottle of potion, and poured it into his mouth.

With a grunt, he didn't even swallow his saliva.

"It tastes a bit like broth with added sugar." The werewolf smacked his lips and subconsciously made an evaluation - this was a habit they had developed during this time in Snape, according to the Potions master's words, that is, as soon as they took the medicine, they had to say how they felt, so as to prevent the side effects of these prescriptions that were still being experimented, resulting in poisoning and death before they could ask about their feelings.

"After drinking it in my stomach, it is a little warm, and the aftertaste is a little salty."

The more he talked, the more his evaluation of potions became more like a soup.

Snape's face was so black that he was dripping sludge out.

"Alright, food connoisseur, it's not for you to play after the fact." With a flick of his wand, he locked his mouth with a locktongue, "It seems that you have been an experimental prop with me for so long, and you still haven't learned how to be qualified, so you won't say shut up!" ”

"Let me check it out."

Saying that, in fact, he turned his head to look at Harry.

When it comes to breath sensing, no one can compare to him.

"Nothing has changed in terms of breath." Harry shook his head and raised his wand, "Try becoming a werewolf?" ”

The werewolf nodded.

Harry took a deep breath and with a wave of his wand, a strange, bright full moon poured out and shot down the wall.

The sleeping Greyback deforms and turns into a werewolf in the blink of an eye.

The other, the one who wasn't taking the potion, also changed in the blink of an eye, and Snape was quick-eyed, waving his wand, and the Transfiguration Charm bound him, saving him from making a fuss and destroying his office.

And the one who had taken the potion fell to his knees, wailing in pain.

The hair was like a needle, and the roots pricked out of his skin, mottled with blood.

The mouth was protruding, trying to change into a wolf's kiss, but it didn't go so well, click, click, the bones were shattered and lordosis, the ears pierced the scalp, and there was a burst of bleeding.

The process of change is slow and painful.

The werewolf fell to the ground, rolling and struggling.

The potion failed.

Snape and Harry were not discouraged at all.

"It seems to be in the right direction." Snape walked over to the table, pulled out a quill, wrote and drew on the paper, and adjusted the potion recipe.

Harry waved his wand to ease the werewolf's pain.

"It's amazing that the cure for mad wolf disease actually comes from the source?" Snape muttered, his tone drifting, "Why is this happening?" ”

"Could it be that there is something special about the strain of mad wolf?"

"The Cycle of Cause and Effect."

"No, no, no, if that's the case, a werewolf can solve the disease with a bite of himself, but there is no such record in the book."

He was completely immersed in thought.

It's an interesting subject, for Snape.

When the werewolf was fully transformed, Harry waved his wand to dispel the phases of the moon on the wall.

Snape basketed him down: "No, Potter, wait. ”

"Let's try the flesh of a transgender werewolf."

"You separate the room and restore those two to human form."

Harry nodded.

The Transfiguration Charm split the room in two, and the two shape-shaped werewolves slowly recovered—another painful process, still smashing bones and piecing together his own body for the werewolf who took the potion.

Soon.

The second potion was boiled, with an even richer broth aroma.

Snape no longer disliked it this time, and walked in with his hand, looking at the two werewolves: "Which of you will drink this time, it's still a galleon." ”

(End of chapter)