Hogwarts: I'm a model wizard

Chapter 118 The Greatest Pharmacist

If there was one thing Umbridge couldn't bear more than anything, it was probably that people ignored her.

Because she likes the feeling of all the attention and the awe of others, she climbed to where she is today step by step.

Now, with just half a step forward, she could take the position of Deputy Minister and become number two in the Ministry of Magic.

Those people actually called her "a passerby from the Ministry of Magic". Don't they know who she is?

Umbridge couldn't take the insult anyway, and her whole body was shaking with anger.

"I'm Dolores Umbridge!" said Umbridge in a piercing voice. "Minister of Magic Law Enforcement, one of the Wizengamots!"

"So you are a director." Kyle looked a little uneasy, and moved his footsteps lightly on the spot. "So, you can be responsible for what you just said, right?"

Umbridge raised his head, "When..."

"Ahem, I don't think Dolores meant that."

Fudge interrupted Umbridge with a dry cough, and interjected, "She's just too worried about that child. After all, little wizards shouldn't try to defeat werewolves after seeing them. Running away is the wisest choice."

"Of course, I quite agree with you, Connelly."

Dumbledore nodded seriously, "Then the expulsion she just said..."

"Of course I'm joking. The Ministry of Magic won't fire a little hero who just saved a lot of people."

Fudge laughed and said, "Dolores just wanted to remind the kid in this way so that he wouldn't be so reckless next time, right..."

Fudge glanced cryptically sideways.

Umbridge understood immediately, and she smirked and continued in that sweet voice, "Yes Minister, I'm honored that you understand me.

Today's little wizards are too inflated, just lucky enough to get a good grade in the exam, so arrogant that they think they can deal with werewolves?

He needs a long memory, knowing what to do and what not to do, so that he can live longer. "

"I'll remember it, ma'am." Kyle also had a smirk on his face, "Besides, at your age, wearing such clothes really looks young."

Umbridge glanced down at his pink cardigan, didn't think much about it, thought Kyle was complimenting her, and left with his head held high.

On the other hand, the corner of Dean Sasia's mouth twitched slightly, and he glanced at Kyle with interest.

She could tell that the kid was mocking the Ministry of Magic official for pretending to be tender.

But this is also true.

Soon, the Aurors returned.

"How's it going, Rufus?" Fudge asked.

"It's a werewolf," Scrimgeour whispered, "and he only got into St. Mungo's yesterday."

"It's really a werewolf..." Fudge frowned, pinching his hat anxiously.

He couldn't imagine how much panic it would cause if the news that werewolves could transform during the day spread.

He, the Minister of Magic, will definitely come under fire then.

No, this matter must not be spread.

Fudge's eyes began to slowly become firm, as if he had an idea.

"Mr. Minister, let me send the child to rest first."

At this time, Dean Sasia came over. She pointed to a young therapist beside her and said, "Aurors, if you have any questions, you can ask Hibercrate. He will fully cooperate with you."

Fudge looked at her, then at Dumbledore, nodded and said, "Oh, it's okay, you guys go quickly."

"Then excuse me."

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On the sixth floor of St. Mungo's, there are tea rooms and shops.

Dean Sasia took Kyle and Dumbledore to a compartment and ordered a cup of black tea for each of them.

Dumbledore took a sip and said with some surprise: "It's my favorite taste, I thought you forgot it."

"Five cubes, I always remember."

Dean Sasia said lightly: "If there is no accident, our Mr. Minister will probably take that werewolf away."

Dumbledore put down the cup in his hand, "Connelly is like this sometimes, he is too nervous when encountering things."

"Forget it, let me tell you what I know first."

Dean Sacia continued: "That person came to St. Mungo's yesterday afternoon on the grounds that he was scratched by a werewolf, but out of caution, the therapists arranged for him to be placed in a special ward, under special supervision.

Last night happened to be the night of the full moon, and he didn't turn into a werewolf at that time, so he was transferred to the general ward again. "

St. Mungo has a complete set of procedures. In a special situation like a werewolf, he will definitely not live with other people unless it is certain that he is not infected.

That's why the werewolf would come running from the next door.

Kyle nodded, expressing his understanding.

There is nothing wrong with the full moon night, but the werewolf turned into a werewolf during the day... This is indeed a bit unbelievable, and the therapists probably didn't expect this kind of thing to happen.

"Is this a mutation?" Kyle asked.

"Probably not."

Dean Sasia's face was a little serious, "When I came here just now, I smelled a very special smell of potion from the blood of that werewolf."

"Potion?"

"Yes, and it's very similar to wolfsbane potion." Dean Sasia frowned, and after thinking for a moment, said: "But it's different from normal wolfsbane potion, there are more howling grass in it... and some other things. s things."

howling grass...

Kyle knows this stuff.

Just as there is a branch of black magic in spells, there is also in herbal medicine...howling grass is one of them.

Except for those poisons with curses, normal potions don't use it at all.

It can be said that if the Auror finds out howling grass in a bottle of potion, then the wizard who holds the potion will have to go to Azkaban for at least a year.

Kyle looked at Dean Sasia on the opposite side and exclaimed: "Just by smelling it, you can know what potion he has drunk?"

"The wolfsbane potion and the howling grass are special." Sacia explained: "They can infuse the soul, so they will stay for a longer time."

"Kyle, you probably don't know yet, but Pegasus is one of the greatest pharmacists in the past 200 years."

At this moment, Dumbledore leaned over to Kyle and whispered, "I've always wanted her to come to Hogwarts to teach Potions, but she thinks St. Mungo needs her more."

Although Dumbledore deliberately lowered his voice, in this small cubicle, no matter how low the voice was, it was useless.

"Albus...what are you talking about?"

Dean Sacia said helplessly: "Slughorn is also one of the greatest pharmacists... and that young man named Snape, his talent is not much worse than mine."

"It's different, Pegasus." Dumbledore took a sip of black tea and said quietly, "There are never too many good professors."

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