some magical Hogwarts

Chapter 106 Wolf Poison Potion
"Welcome to Merlin Cottage, everyone!" the witch said enthusiastically after approaching.

"My name is Bertha Jorkins, and I am a staff member of the Department of International Magic Exchange and Cooperation of the Ministry of Magic. Next, I will welcome everyone into the Merlin Memorial Hall."

Bertha was very excited, even a little excited.

"Everyone, please follow me, over here."

The crowd followed her to a gate.

"I really don't want to disturb you, child." Bertha's voice was full of curiosity. "Are you really the Stark who captured Tywin? Is it really you?"

William hesitated, then nodded.

"I think so!" She beamed. "I've been reading the "Daily Prophet" recently! I didn't expect Tywin to be a Death Eater! You were able to catch him, can you tell me more details?"

"Do you know? I am two years older than Tywin. He is a Ravenclaw, but he doesn't look like Ravenclaw at all. It's a pity... I have been observing him and found that he has an unusual relationship with Potter. "

Bertha seemed to be a chatterbox, chattering on and on, and William found her to be a gossiper.

She seemed to sense that William was not in the mood to discuss Tywin. "I'm sorry to let you listen to my nagging."

William thought Bertha would shut up, but she didn't expect her to continue: "By the way, I heard that Judy Crouch was involved in this matter?

Judy is the niece of my boss, Mr. Crouch, is it really related to her?If you want me to say, Mr. Crouch should hold Judy tightly to Azkaban, just like he caught his son..."

Mr. Weasley coughed twice, Bertha raised her head in doubt, and said apologetically, "It's already here."

Following her gaze, William saw an indoor artificial river flowing calmly in front of them, and the surface of the river was covered with thick fog.

William looked forward, across the Tidal River, he saw the outline of the Merlin Memorial Hall, the lines intersecting at right angles were very similar to the Parthenon in ancient Greece.

The spire of the Merlin Monument carved out of a monolithic monolith looks like the majestic mast of a ship under the light.

"Bertha, let's go first," William said.

"Oh, let's go then." Bertha was a little disappointed.

"I'll write you a letter when I get back, and we'll continue talking." A smile formed on the corner of William's mouth.

"Okay!" Bertha became happy, "If you have any secret news, tell me, I won't tell anyone!"

When Bertha walked away, Fred frowned and said, "William, you don't really want to tell her, do you?"

William lowered his voice and said, "Of course I won't tell her, but haven't you found that she is well-informed?"

"Indeed..." George nodded, "Bertha has leaked quite a few things about the Ministry in the past few minutes."

"We need someone in the Ministry." William said, "In the future, our products will definitely not be limited to Hogwarts, but will be sold to the whole of the UK and even other countries. We need to grasp the policy trends of the Ministry of Magic in advance."

"Right." Fred laughed.

Neither Weasley nor Mr. Diggory were suitable, the former, although well informed, would not tell the twin brothers, and the latter, not so well informed.

Bertha is a good candidate.

"Did you find anything strange?" Cedric said suddenly.

William nodded, frowning and said, "Bertha has a very good memory, and even remembers many things from her school days."

"But the wizard before said that Bertha has a bad memory recently and always forgets all kinds of things." Fred was surprised.

"She is only in her 30s, so it is impossible for her memory to decline suddenly. Usually, this is because she drank a lot of amnesia potion or was roughly cast by someone with the amnesia spell." William said.

Whether it is the Forgetting Potion or the Forgetting Curse, it can erase other people's memories.

But this method is extremely crude, and if the spell is not cast correctly, it may erase more important parts of a person's memory and cause irreversible brain damage.

One of the results, is to become very forgetful.

Bertha, an employee of the Ministry of Magic, would be cast with the Forgetting Curse by someone else, isn't the other party too bold?
What Bertha saw, William wondered.

Soon, everyone walked into the Merlin Memorial Hall.

The hall is a well-proportioned semi-circular hall in the style of the ancient Greek amphitheater.Elegant arched walls of sandstone and Italian plaster highlight mottled breccia columns.

Twenty-five life-size statues of the Knights of the Round Table are arranged in an arc and stand on a large open space paved with black and white marble floor tiles.

Several people walked towards the front, and they saw Flitwick and Professor McGonagall at the front at a glance.

Seeing Professor McGonagall, the twin brothers held their breath, not daring to say anything.McGonagall was one of the few people they feared the most.

Hermione had a smile on her face. Professor McGonagall visited their house a few days ago, persuaded Iris, and took her to Diagon Alley.

McGonagall was also very surprised, she didn't expect to meet Hermione.

Several people sat down on the chairs, and in the next half an hour, their seats gradually filled with people.

Wizards kept coming to say hello. Professors McGonagall and Flitwick had taught at Hogwarts for decades, and many wizards were their students.

Mr. Weasley also showed his unusual network, constantly shaking hands with people who seemed to be well-known wizards.

Soon after, Cornelius Fudge, the Minister for Magic, arrived, followed by a group of people.

Fudge strode over, smiling all over his face, it seemed that he had caught Tywin and made him feel a lot better recently.

"William, long time no see. How are you?" He grabbed William's hand and asked him how he was. It seemed that the two had a good relationship.

But the last time the two met was in Dumbledore's office.

Fudge affectionately introduced him to the wizard behind him.

"William Stark, you know, the youngest recipient of the Order of Merlin," he called to the wizard.

The man was wearing a black robe, which made William feel a lot like Professor Snape, and he still had a strong smell of potions.

William felt he already knew who it was.

"This is Damcos Belby..." Fudge patted Belby on the shoulder, and seemed to be his best friend.

"The inventor of the wolfsbane potion, William, you should know who he is... those annoying werewolves can be saved, as long as they take it a week before the full moon, they will remain rational even if they turn into wolves. It saves a lot of effort, but the price is too expensive."

"Connelly, you should know that I didn't intend to announce the wolfbane potion for the time being, and I'm still improving it. The cost is too high." Belby frowned.

"But..." Fudge rubbed his hands, "My friend, too many things happened a while ago, everyone needs a good news to cheer people up, and those werewolves also need medicine to save their lives.

You see, after you announced it, you immediately won the Merlin Second Class Medal, and you can slowly improve after that, can't you? "

After listening to it for a while, William finally understood. According to Belby, he is not going to announce the formula of the chamaejasbane potion for the time being. He will announce it only after some improvements can be made to reduce the cost.

This time may be one or two months, or one or two years.

But Fudge obviously couldn't wait any longer. He was a good political player and knew when to announce it so that he could maximize his benefits.

Before Tywin was arrested, Fudge was very busy, so he threw out the news, which diverted public attention and reduced a lot of pressure.

William had to sigh with emotion that Fudge is really a politician with means.

He glanced again at Belby.

This potion master is the uncle of his roommate Marcus. Indeed, as Marcus said, the relationship between their family and this uncle is not very good.

Otherwise, William would definitely see Marcus on this occasion.

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