Professor of Pharmacy at Hogwarts

Hogwarts.

Today is Tuesday, and according to the duty schedule, Professor Flitwick will be guarding the Philosopher's Stone tonight.

After dinner, Flitwick took a few books to the fourth floor, preparing to start a long and boring guard time.

The night is getting darker, the students have gone to bed, and most of the teachers have also gone to bed.Apart from Lu Wei's occasional snoring, the only sound in the corridor was the sound of Flitwick turning the pages of a book.

"Who!"

Suddenly, Flitwick put down his book and jumped out of his chair, pointing his wand directly at the stairs, his expression alert.

Da da da--

Da-da-da-da-

The sound of shuffling footsteps approached step by step.

"It's - it's me! Don't, don't, don't - don't move your hands."

Quirrell's signature stuttering sound came out, and accompanied by a strong smell, Quirrell appeared at the other end of the corridor with a scarf on his head.

"Quirrell?" Flitwick did not relax his vigilance because he was an acquaintance. He still held the wand, but the height of the wand was slightly adjusted to ensure that in the event of an accident, the spell could subdue the opponent immediately.

"It's so late, what are you doing here?"

Flitwick at this time was completely different from the person he was in class or in the bar.

"I-I-"

Quirrell seemed very nervous. He kept swallowing his saliva and raised his hands. After standing there for a long time, he stuttered and couldn't speak anymore. This made his pale face turn as red as a monkey's butt.

"I can not sleep--"

After a long time, Quirrell finally said it.

"I see that Alexis doesn't seem to be at school?"

After saying "I can't sleep", Quirrell's stuttering seemed to have improved, and he actually said this sentence extremely smoothly.

"He has personal matters."

Flitwick said nothing more.

"oh oh"

Quirrell nodded, suddenly enlightened.

"Nana--principal--is Mr. Chang asleep?"

"The last time I had insomnia, I just—just—Mr. Principal—sheng cured me."

"I-I want to get some more potions."

Flitwick felt a little strange.

Although Dumbledore is also a master of potions, he rarely makes potions. When everyone needs this in private, they usually go to Snape.

Even though Snape kept a straight face all day long and looked like he would not let strangers in, he was actually very enthusiastic. As long as he was asked for help, as far as Flitwick knew, he had never refused.

"You can go find Severus, he should be awake now."

"I, I - I'm afraid, afraid - afraid..."

Quirrell was stuck again, his face flushed, his lips trembled and he couldn't speak for a long time.

But Flitwick already understood what he meant. It was probably that Quirrell was a little scared of Snape.

Yes, Quirrell is so honest, he is indeed afraid of Snape.

"Headmaster Dumbledore went out after dinner."

Flitwick said regretfully.

By this time, he had let his guard down.

Because Quirrell seemed to understand that he couldn't get too close, so he stood still while the two of them were talking.

It seems that he really can't sleep and hangs out.

"That's such a pity."

Quirrell glanced at Flitwick, and his stuttering problem disappeared again.

Flitwick nodded in agreement.

"If you can't sleep, you can go back and read a book." Flitwick shook the book in his hand and gave Quirrell an idea. "I remember that you don't have many classes tomorrow."

Quirrell nodded, looking a little distracted.

"When will Mr. Principal come back?"

Flitwick shook his head.

"I do not know either."

Quirrell nodded to express his understanding, then waved and left.

Flitwick put away his wand, jumped back on the chair, grabbed the book and continued reading.

In the corner, an invisible wall seemed to move.After getting close to Lu Wei, he stopped again.

……

London, Ministry of Magic.

Dumbledore stood in front of Rufus, and after a lot of talking, he finally convinced Rufus to believe him that there was an accident in Yorkshire and he needed support.

At this time, Rufus was contacting the Auror over there, preparing to inquire about the situation.

Dumbledore glanced at the huge, round moon outside the window.

"How about it?"

Rufus shook his head.

"The Yorkshire side can't be contacted."

There was silence in the office.

The lack of contact could mean many things, it could be an accident, or it could just be that the Oros have taken a break.

"I'm going to gather some people and go check it out right away."

Rufus grabbed his coat and headed outside.

He has a resolute character, which is different from most officials of the Ministry of Magic. He knows the importance of the Auror Command he leads to the entire wizarding world.

Dumbledore sighed and followed.

Soon, Rufus summoned a team of experienced Aurors, briefly explained the situation, and began to issue orders.

"Go to Yorkshire immediately. There may be a large-scale werewolf rebellion there."

…………

Yorkshire.

Christie had gathered everyone alive in the town, and it was up to Lupin to do the rest.

In just a few hours, Yorktown, with a population of 3, only had more than 2 people left.Nearly one-third of Muggles died at the mouths of werewolves.Thousands more people were bitten by werewolves.

Christie can already foresee the future of these thousands of people.They will face the test on the night of the next full moon. Those who survive will become the same kind as the beasts running around the streets. They will join them and attack their compatriots.

"Is it all here?"

Alexis, who had been standing there, asked as Lupine ran over sweating profusely.

"Yes. These are most of the werewolves in the town." Lupine said, "And some of them have already moved to the countryside."

Alexis nodded, looking past Lupin to the dense group of werewolves behind him.

"Fire Escape Bodyguard"

Alexis pulled out the wand, and a blue fire dragon flew out from the tip of the wand, circled in the air, split into two, and flew out along both sides of the road.

The fire dragon flew to the end of the werewolf team, turned a corner, gathered together, and surrounded the werewolf team.

call--

The blue flames soared into the sky, forming a wall of fire to protect everyone.

The shocked residents of Yorktown exclaimed when they saw this magical scene.

Alexis could no longer care about this at this time. He was holding the wand and trying his best to maintain the magic spell of fire escape.

It's not like being on the Hogwarts Express.

That time on the Hogwarts Express, all he had to do was wrap the train so that he would know immediately when a creature was passing through.

But this time, he was surrounded by thousands of werewolves.

They will not be as disciplined as the Hogwarts Express, nor will they be as cowardly as Peter Pettigrew. The werewolves who lost their minds on the night of the full moon, although they were instinctively afraid of fire, were tempted by the flesh and blood of tens of thousands of Muggles. , they still continued to attack the fire escape body.

This requires Alexis to constantly replenish his energy and maintain his fire escape protection at all times.

The blue flames burned quietly. Every time a werewolf couldn't help but pounce on it, it would cause bursts of exclamations in the crowd. When they saw the werewolf swallowed by the flames and burned to ashes, people would exclaim again.

After repeating this for dozens of times, the Muggles finally relaxed.

The blue flames were enough to protect them.

The relieved Muggles began to recall what happened that night.Suppressed cries began to spread among the crowd, and soon the cries gathered together and resounded throughout the sky.

In the sky, the pale yellow full moon hung quietly high in the sky, shedding cool moonlight.It seems that he is pitying the misfortune of the world.