Chapter 357: Antidote
What a hands-on one.
Tonks fists itched.
Is there such a hands-on one? Without saying a word or being reminded, let yourself fall into hallucinations. In the hallucination, Harry was not so calm and steady, he was just an ordinary Gryffindor, Sirius did not grow up, what he was like after graduating from Hogwarts, and what he was still like after he came out of Azkaban.
Sirius died due to the Ministry of Magic unrest.
Without the help of Harry and Sirius, her relationship with Lupin would not have been as close as it is now.
Lupin eventually dies defending Hogwarts, and she lives alone.
Just thinking about it, this hallucination made her feel a little colic.
Tick crisp.
There were small ripples, and the clear teardrops were like diluted potions, and they became transparent in an instant, and all kinds of complex breaths dissipated, leaving only a small mouthful, like mountain spring water.
Harry handed the potion over.
Lupin took it, without hesitation, and drank it in one gulp.
Wonderful light also appeared on him.
A thick black mist rushed out of its body, huge and large, fast Lupin's own waist height, slender waist, it turned around and held a Lupin's head.
What a mournful expression.
The eyebrows, eyes, and facial features were all squeezed together, pouring out the sadness and pain of the past thirty years from those dark eyes.
Lupin grinned wolf-stricken and smiled.
Realizing what was about to happen to him, he whispered, "Goodbye, Remus." β
The black mist man-headed wolf dispersed, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
The short stiff hair fell off, the ears retracted and disappeared, the bones were shattered, and the pain made him clench his back molars and gasp, after all, it was something that had accumulated for more than 30 years, and he pulled it out violently.
From a man to a wolf, just to be bitten.
From a wolf to a man, it was only in a blink of an eye.
In a screeching and screeching sound in the cage, Remus Lupin was transformed back into a human, naked and stripedβall of his clothes were torn as he transformed, except for the pockets that had been spelled and still hung around his waist.
Tonks scrutinized.
It's about life later.
Lupin covered himself: "Harry, clothes." β
"Nope." Harry shook his head.
"I can give you the robes." Tonks took off his robes, "tattered, though." β
Lupin took it and quickly put it on his body: "Thank you." β
But Tonks was not as tall as Lupin, and the robe that appeared loose on her body looked very restrained on Lupin, a small one, tightly strangled around his body, and the tail of the robe could only cover the knees.
It's even funnier.
Tonks couldn't help but laugh out loud and presumptuously.
"Harry, I know you have clothes in your hat." Lupin tugged at the hem of his garment, trying to force it to grow a little more.
Harry didn't speak, giving him a strange look.
Lupin gave him a strange look back.
Harry the Almighty whispered, "I thought you'd know that you're not a werewolf now, you can use magic." β
Lupin reacted, pulling his wand out of his pocket and flicking it lightly.
This shabby, narrow robe immediately became close and comfortable.
"It's much more comfortable." Lupin stretched his limbs and let out a long exhale, "Thank you, Harry, me"
Crazy wolf disease was really solved.
Although he watched Harry keep this matter on his mind, he also watched how Harry pestered Snape to convince the person who was least against him to study this potion.
He did have a glimmer of hope.
Can. The curse of the werewolves is older than the history of Hogwarts and older than the legends of Merlin, and no one knows what the origin of the werewolves is, but there is no doubt that it is an intractable problem that has not been solved for thousands of years.
Perhaps, Harry will be able to figure it out.
But ten years, twenty years? Lupin believed Harry, but expected twenty, thirty, or even longer.
It is now resolved.
He also gained true love.
This made him feel like a poor boy suddenly became a millionaire, and he had a sense of surprise and unexpectedness.
Harry waved his hand, "You have to thank Tonks, as for my Uncle Remus, we are family. β
Lupin swallowed back all the hypocritical words he wanted to say next, nodded his head, and smiled brightly: "What should these werewolves do?" β
"Stay here until dawn." Harry shook his head, and flicked his wand again.
Separate the werewolves who were locked together.
In the cage, they are also restless, and can't help but bite and scuffle together.
"Aunt Tonks, tell the Ministry of Magic." Harry whispered, "Let them go, watch over them for me, and when it is daylight, I will come and take the people I want to take." β
In the last sentence, he accentuated his tone slightly.
Tonks nodded, pulling out his two-way mirror.
The person contacted in this mirror was Scrimthair.
She told Scrimgeour the news, which was a headache for the young minister - if you want to meet Harry's needs, the ordinary department can't do it, they don't have enough people and they don't have enough expertise, so they have to let the Department of Magical Law Enforcement do it, but now this department is greatly influenced by Sinkenis.
But the truth is unexpected.
Sinkenes didn't hesitate and agreed directly, and even Scrimgeour was worried about what he was doing and he personally led the team, but he also agreed.
Wait for the Aurors to come.
Harry and the others apparitioned, returning to the castle from Hogsmeade.
Flitwick led the two of them to the school doctor's office.
Harry made his way to Snape's office.
knocked on the door, and without waiting for a response, he pushed the door and walked in.
"Mr. Potter." Snape put down his notes and said in an impatient tone, "I remember I didn't confine you this semester. β
"A cure has been found for the wolf." Harry whispered.
Snape was stunned and narrowed his eyes: "Slughorn found it?" β
Harry shook his head, "No, it's a very unexpected situation. β
He paused slightly: "Remember that werewolf rally that Crouch said this year?" β
Snape glanced at the calendar, which was still dated October 19th, and he thought for a moment, flicked his wand, tore the first few pages off to reveal today's date, and nodded.
"Tonks was bitten by a werewolf." Harry recounted simply, "Lupin was feeding her the medicine when his tears mixed it in, and the wolf's disorder was lifted. β
"Werewolf tears?" Snape answered.
But this material they tried, but it was of no use.
Harry shook his head, "No, it's a lover's tears." β
Snape was stunned.
Harry continued, "The magic of love, Albus is something that is on his lips a lot. β
He paused again.
Recite the most well-known end of the oath.
"No matter poverty, sickness, hardship, or suffering, wealth, health, happiness, and happiness will never leave you for the rest of your life."
"And the curse that had been placed on the body was removed."
Snape was silent, not speaking.
"I'm almost twenty years old." Harry spoke, and for no reason to say such a thing.
Snape remained silent.
Harry added, "I'm going to publish it in Potions, Professor, do you want to sign it?" β
Potions is a magazine in the wizarding world, and its existence is similar to that of Metamorphosis Today, and it is the top journal in the corresponding field.
"You should get Lupin and Tonks to sign it." Snape sneered, mercilessly, "Think about it with your empty brain, Crouch has been suspicious of me, and you're not sending him evidence by doing this?" β
"There's still something to sum up." Harry whispered, "I don't have much experience. β
Snape knocked on the table impatiently: "Mr. Potter, although I have been your Potions professor for five years, but now please open your eyes immediately, isn't it very sharp?" Take a look at this timetable, and then use your mind to think, who are your current Potions professors? β
Harry didn't speak.
Snape waved his hand, "Thank goodness I'm finally out of this, Mr. Potter, get out of my office now!" β
"Let me prepare for tomorrow's class with peace of mind."
"Today Friday." Harry reminded him.
Snape gritted his teeth: "Then prepare for next week's class!" β
"Get out!"
"Gryffindor deducts ten!"
Harry exited the office, and just as the door was about to close completely, he pushed the door open a crack and poked his head out, "Professor, I'm almost twenty years old. β
"Gryffindor, 20 points!" In response to him, only Snape ruthlessly deducted points.
Harry left.
Snape sat blankly in his chair for a long time, lowered his head, and the notes in front of him were Slughorn's research ideas on wolfhood, and the thoughts of the two Potions masters collided violently.
But whoever it is, I didn't expect it.
The most critical and core thing is not a specific material, but an empty emotion.
"Love is the oldest and most powerful form of magic." Dumbledore's words rang in his ears, and he had said so more than once.
Snape didn't believe it.
Dumbledore's power, Voldemort's power, Harry's power all come from all kinds of spells, all kinds of skills and knowledge.
Available now.
It is clearly present.
Snape stiffened his hand and flipped through his recipe, writing the four-letter word on the last line.
Lupin becomes human, and Tonks is his antidote.
He was clean and no longer affected by the ravages of the wolf.
Snape dropped his quill, hunched over, and pulled open the last drawer, where the two picture frames lay clean.
In a photo frame, there is a photograph of Lily when she was younger.
In a picture frame, there was a painting, which was in Harry's memory, and when he saw Lily in her wedding dress, he copied it with magic, only Lily, and nothing else that was in the way.
He certainly understood why Harry was emphasizing his age.
Can.
Weak toxic properties with fecal stones.
A slightly stronger poison can be a universal antidote.
But there is only one antidote to the poison that time, life, longing and regret have been brewing and fermenting for decades.
Snape watched until dawn.
(End of chapter)