Professor of Pharmacy at Hogwarts

"fine,"

Alexis' face was pale, beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, and the fine handmade windbreaker on his body was soaked through.

He had lasted more than three hours.

Christie was trying to appease the Muggles, but with little success.

Lupine hid in the corner and shivered.

The wolfsbane potion he took was prepared, and its efficacy was blended with Austrian oak leaves. It was far less effective than the original version. Coupled with the large amount of exercise tonight, the wolfsbane potion in his body began to show signs of failure.

Christie felt distressed and wiped Alexis's sweat with a handkerchief. She wanted to say: We have tried our best. If it doesn't work, just give up.

But when the words came to her lips, she couldn't say them out.

The suppressed crying behind them continued, and sadness continued to spread among the crowd.Even if it was for them, Christie couldn't say it.

"Let me in."

Christie said.

Previously, after they surrounded the werewolves and separated them from the Muggles, they had tried to let Christie and Lupine join the werewolf team and kill a group of werewolves.

But the werewolf's bestiality became more ferocious on a full-moon night, and Christie was almost bitten.

After going back and forth several times, the effect of Lupine's medicine was almost gone, and Christie was too tired.

They are almost at the end of their rope.

They hadn't thought about sending Christie back to London for help. The two places were more than 40 kilometers apart. With the help of Apparition and Phoenix Fox, the trip took less than 10 minutes.

But they quickly abandoned the idea.

The three of them knew very well that with the efficiency of the Ministry of Magic, they needed to report, they needed to review at all levels, they needed to send advance troops to collect intelligence, they needed to formulate combat strategies, they needed to write reports, they needed to get in touch with the Muggle government, and they needed the Muggle government. To dispatch relevant personnel, the commanders of both sides need to discuss and formulate a course of action agreed by both parties, and then jointly command...

After doing this, it won't take more than a month to figure out the results.

Even if the matter is urgent, it will still take a week to start.

Even if Christie breaks the rules and directly coerces Minister of Magic Fudge or Auror Command Rufus, let alone whether she can succeed, even if she can succeed, they still have to go through such a long process.

Moreover, even Alexis himself was not sure of Rufus' strength in a head-on encounter.

This is about following the rules.

The Ministry of Magic is the Z body that manages the wizarding world. It has its own rules and regulations.

As for asking for help when you go back, that's fine.

But who should I invite?

How many people should be invited?

Find these people one by one and repeat what happened over and over...

By the time someone with enough skills arrived to solve the problem, the daylilies were cold.

They might as well grit their teeth and hold on until dawn.

No matter how ferocious werewolves are, they are only ferocious on a full moon night. They are no different from ordinary people at ordinary times.

……

Hogwarts.

The night gradually darkened.

Ron and Harry were wearing invisibility cloaks and huddled in the corner, not daring to move.

"Harry, are you all right?"

Ron asked with concern.

Just now, Professor Quirrell was chatting with Professor Flitwick. They wanted to take this opportunity to escape, but the lightning scar on Harry's forehead suddenly appeared, almost exposing them.

At this time, the lightning scar no longer hurt.

Harry slowly put down the hand covering his forehead, looked through the invisibility cloak, and looked at the stairs where Quirrell disappeared, with a complicated expression.

"It's him."

"it's him."

Ron glanced in the direction Harry pointed, his eyes full of confusion.

"At the welcome dinner, we always thought it was Alexis' appearance that caused the attack here." Harry explained, pointing to the lightning scar on his forehead.

"But there was actually another person at the dinner that day, Professor Quirrell."

"When we were alone with Alexis later, the scar never came back."

"Just now, it started hurting again."

"It's all because of him, because of Professor Quirrell."

"Professor Quirrell must be hiding some secret!"

"The secret about my parents' death!"

Harry gasped.

"Okay, okay. But now the question we should consider is how to go back."

Ron touched the floor, and his two fingers were tangled with sticky saliva.

This is Lu Wei’s saliva.

They were very close to Lu Wei, and they didn't dare to risk slipping out from under Lu Wei, but the road on the other side was already blocked by Professor Flitwick.

They are in a dilemma.

"Maybe we should go in and take a look."

Harry pointed behind Lu Wei. The last time they walked halfway, Alexis took him out, not knowing what was hidden inside.

Ron looked at Harry like he was crazy, "Are you sure?"

"Maybe there are scary monsters in there. Like house-sized spiders or something. I don't think that's a good idea."

"But we have no other way, right?" Harry pointed in Flitwick's direction. "We are trapped here. Since we can't go back for the time being, we might as well go see what's inside."

…………

midnight.

Quirrell left and came back again. He stood in front of Flitwick again with two big dark circles under his eyes, his eyes bloodshot from staying up late.The scarf on his head was changed to a different one.

Flitwick put down his book, had to brace himself, and jumped out of his chair.

"I left my scarf in there."

Quirrell stammered.

"You know, that was given to me by the prince. It is very important to me. I can't sleep without it."

Flitwick stared at the scarf on Quirrell's head, feeling a little strange.

He thought about it carefully and vaguely remembered that the scarf on Quirrell's head seemed to be purple before. Why was it changed to blue now?

"Have you ever gone in?"

Flitwick didn't focus on this for long, and soon thought of another question.

Since Quirrell said he left his scarf inside, does that mean he went in?

"It's it."

Quirrell pointed at Lu Wei, blushed, and stammered:

"I was playing with this big guy last week and he took my scarf away."

"You can come in with me."

"Get the scarf and I'll leave."

Quirrell waved his arms exaggeratedly, like an old hen guarding her chicks.

Flitwick remained doubtful.

Quirrell pointed at the dark circles under his eyes and made a pitiful look, which made Flitwick feel a little soft.

"I'll inform Dumbledore."

"Dumbledore isn't here, I just went there."

Quirrell stopped Flitwick and said.

"Then go to Professor McGonagall, or Severus."

"I'm afraid - it's a mistake, my fault, Flitwick, and I don't want to lose my job."

Quirrell said incoherently, still blocking Flitwick.

Flitwick frowned, hesitated for a moment, then turned and walked towards Lu Wei.