HP solves the mystery

Lucius hugged his wife who was in a daze, feeling uncomfortable.

"Sissi, I'm sorry." He couldn't remember how many times he had said it, but he could never find a solution to the curse on his daughter. No matter how much he said it, it would be in vain.

Narcissa gently patted her husband's arm, her pale face filled with sadness.

"Luke, I know you tried your best. It was also my decision to give birth to Eli..." Narcissa looked at her daughter who was lying on the bed due to her weakness and sighed, "Go and do your work. You are needed now." When the time comes, I will take good care of Lila." She said, pushing Lucius, "The potion improvement you participated in has reached a critical moment, and you can't live without it."

Lucius remembered that he had brought a box of small yellow croakers to go to the dark wizard Grindelwald but was blocked. The dark wizard in the United States had not found a way to lift the curse, so he closed his eyes dejectedly.

"Sissi, we will find a way." He said firmly, looked at his wife and daughter for the last time, turned and left.

Narcissa didn't answer, she just sat on her daughter's bedside and stared at her blankly, as if she had accepted the worst plan.

In a remote manor on the outskirts of London, a tall wall was built outside the manor. Inside the tall sentry tower were two wizards holding wands, monitoring a group of people playing in the garden. It was their time to relax.

"Hey, Marcus, what do you think they do? With such a high salary, you just need to keep yourself healthy every day..." The speaker was a short wizard with dark skin, looking at the group of People's eyes are full of envy.

The man called Marcus is a tall and lanky young man. He is quite satisfied with his current job, at least he doesn't have to wander around like before.

"We're not bad. We have monthly bonuses. It's not easy for them to go out. How about you swap with them? I'm familiar with the supervisor. Let me go and talk about it?" Marcus said to the short wizard, I don't know what he is sore about.

"No, no, no, I'm just saying." Each wizard waved his hands hurriedly. The reason for his anger was that his nephew was not selected, and besides, he couldn't bear to go out once a month.

Marcus chuckled and took out a form to record the performance of the group below.

After the airing time came, people in the garden returned to the house one after another.

If anyone looks carefully, they will find a familiar figure inside.

That was—Remus Lupin. He picked up his dinner plate and entered the cafeteria with a haggard look on his face.

This manor apparently belonged to a half-blood wizard, but in fact it belonged to the Malfoy family, but it was hidden in the dark in order to do things better.

The basement in the manor is composed of small closed rooms. Except for the opening in the iron door for storing food, there are no windows.

Lucius frowned as he listened to the person in charge describing the reactions of those people after taking the medicine, and then went to see the werewolf who looked haggard and weak after the full moon night. There was a big question mark in his mind.

"What do the doctors at St. Mungo's say? They are the best at dealing with infected werewolves." Lucius pointed at a medical record with his fingertips. "After the advent of wolfsbane potion, even if there is an "Anti-Werewolf Act", we want to improve it. There are still many people..."

The person in charge took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his forehead. It was very difficult for them to invite (capture) these werewolves. Fortunately, no one died. Although the original intention was good, not many people appreciated it.

Because werewolves have always been oppressed and discriminated against, and the wolfsbane potion developed by Bellby is so expensive that they cannot live a normal life, so they who already hate wizards hate them even more, so much so that they form a group dedicated to revenge against wizards. The desire is greater than the desire to live a normal life.

"Mr. Malfoy, time is too urgent. We have no clue about our research yet..." The person in charge told the truth, with a serious face, but he kept complaining in his heart. He also had to provide a batch of expensive wolfsbane potions for free to the werewolves participating in the experiment. , there really isn’t much to gain.

Lucius nodded upon hearing this. He had already expected this result. If it were that easy, Wolfsbane potion would not have been developed in 1970, and the centuries-old contradictions in the magical world would not be so deep.

"I will add more sponsorships. If you have nothing to do, go talk to Mr. Belby. Maybe you will get something." Lucius looked through the information and said in a calm tone.

The person in charge was very happy when he heard this. The implication was that he could travel at his own expense and chat with old friends, but he didn't know where he was hiding.

"Thank you very much, Mr. Malfoy. I think Belby will be happy to join." The person in charge said with a smile. After all, the Malfoy family is powerful and backed by Voldemort. If you want to keep an old friend, you are not a good friend, right? question.

Lucius nodded noncommittally, took the information and left the manor.

Regulus, who had always been invisible, walked beside Lucius and asked with some confusion, "Lucius, that Mr. Belby, I remember he is Professor Slughorn's student, right? Why don't you ask? What about the ‘know-it-all’ professor?”

"Regulus, that's just a loser. It's our ability to find people. You can get to know other people through him, but you can't get other people through him. Do you understand?" Lucius replied without raising his head. .

Regulus seemed to understand, but could this also apply to human nature?

Remus Lupine in the manor eats delicious food and lives in a clean and tidy house. He has no fear of hurting others, nor is he afraid of being discovered to be a werewolf, because the twenty-two people here, including He is a werewolf.

After he came here, he was glad more than once that he listened to his father's words and participated in the so-called friend's experiment, otherwise he would not have been able to make so many friends.

Lupine looked at a young girl with black hair not far away, and couldn't help but blush. Maybe this place was more suitable for him, and he could also get his salary to send to his mother.

Compared to the lucky Lupine, Peter Pettigrew's situation was a bit worse.

"Peter, look at you! Don't stay at home all day long, go out, go out! Do whatever you want! Don't stay at home for me!" Mrs. Pedillo, who was short and thin, looked at her son with her hands on her hips and kept complaining, "Oh my god. Why do I have a son like you! I don’t know how to feel sorry for my elderly mother! Get the spider out quickly!"

With tears in his watery eyes, Peter Pettigrew controlled the broom with his wand and knocked down the spiders from the ceiling.

"Mom, I have only graduated three months ago. A job in the Muggle world is not suitable for me..." Pettigrew mumbled back. Potter and Sirius had not contacted him for three months, as if they had forgotten him. The back of the head.

Mrs. Pedillo snorted, pointed to the dilapidated windows and creaking stairs, and entered the kitchen with her slippers. They had not yet found their dinner for today.

Peter Pettigrew wiped his eyes, remembering the days when he was studying at Hogwarts. At that time, although he was poor and couldn't even afford an owl, he lived well and had good food.

But now that he has graduated and grown up, he has to take on the task of supporting the family. His mother has suffered too much to support him in school.

"Mom, I will definitely let you live a good life!" Pettigrew shouted towards the kitchen.

The crackling sound in the kitchen stopped, and the woman yelled loudly.

"I know, I know, get some money and buy butter! Really, you are such a big man! Don't act like a child all day long!"

Pettigrew shrank when he heard his mother shouting, and then resurrected with full health when he heard that he wanted to buy butter.

He jumped up, grabbed a handful of coins from the change jar, and walked out the door like a wind, "Okay mom, I'll buy some more ham."

Mrs. Pedillo couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth, and after thinking of something, she couldn't help but sigh.

I thought that my child would change after going to Hogwarts, but I didn't expect that he would still look timid after graduation, and the friends he always talked about in the past were also missing. I really don't know whether this is good or bad.

Peter took the money for shopping and touched the small treasury he had saved. He found a remote corner and apparated to Diagon Alley. He wrote a few letters and sent them to his friends at school.

In the principal's office of Hogwarts, the previous principals in the portraits hanging on the wall gathered together to discuss something in whispers, and Phoenix Fawkes was combing his feathers as usual.

Dumbledore still looked affable, but his white hair had turned black and his beard on his chin had been trimmed shorter.

Professor McGonagall sat opposite him with a serious face, and the letter in her hand was crumpled by her.

"Albus, this is sent from Germany... Do you agree? I think the United States also has this intention..." Professor McGonagall asked hesitantly. She knew about Dumbledore and Grindelwald's affair. Yes, now this is, are you going to reconcile?

Dumbledore took a sip of honey water to moisten his throat and listened quietly to McGonagall's next words.

"The situation with Voldemort is unclear now. Germany and the United States are getting involved again. It is said that the teacher brought the exchange students to experience life. Maybe he took the opportunity to infiltrate..." McGonagall said vaguely. They were surrounded by enemies on all sides, and there was also a magic that was holding them back. Department, "Voldemort doesn't bother wizards recently, thank God..."

The portraits on the wall were laughing and pointing at them and telling jokes. Phineas, who was isolated and had a portrait to himself, flashed his eyes. This news came in time.

"It's okay, Minerva." Dumbledore comforted him. He had mentioned this before when he went to Nurmengard. "It may not be a bad thing that they are here. The wizarding world in England needs someone to break the deadlock."

Mag frowned in disapproval. She didn't think this was a good thing.

"Albus, do you really think so? I'm sure it's not for..." She paused and glanced at Dumbledore suspiciously, "Remember to put the students first, Hogwarts is a school."

The atmosphere in the principal's office was a little stagnant. Dumbledore knew that McGonagall had misunderstood him. He was a political figure in the wizarding world and a leader, and his every move had an impact on the wizarding world.

But his ultimate identity is the principal of the school and their guardian.

"Minerva, we have nothing to lose, right?" Dumbledore adjusted his glasses and explained patiently, "Isn't this an opportunity for us? Then both parties can cooperate and win-win."

Mag sighed helplessly, what else could she say?

She stood up and left the principal's office, walking down the corridor with a serious face.

Through the window, Mag could see the green grass on the green ground and the colorful flowers swaying in the wind. Some students were riding broomsticks and passing through the treetops, while more students were racing through the forest on hoverboards. .

She thought of the exquisite flying carpet in her office, and looked at the students playing with hoverboards, her eyes a little dazed.

In the house in the center of London, Severus was concentrating on boiling the potion.

The potion in the crucible made a gurgling sound, and the potion turned from red to green. As the bubbles in the crucible increased, a strange smell emitted from the room.

Severus threw a handful of licorice into it, and the crucible stirred automatically. After the bubbles disappeared, he poured the brewed potion into the glass bottle.

"Drink the potion when it cools down. I don't know what you ate, but you still have indigestion!" He rolled his eyes at the basilisk lying on the sofa like a dead snake, and agreed to the thousand-year-old snake. What's strange?

[Hiss...I didn't eat anything...just roast goose, roast duck, big pig's trotters, steamed fish...roasted lamb...] The basilisk Haierbo drooled as he spoke. It turned over with difficulty and hated I don’t have hands, otherwise I could rub my belly and eat more.

Severus sighed helplessly. If he had known better, he would not have taken the basilisk to Zhang Mingyuan's place, and he would not have deducted the snake.

He cast a spell on the glass bottle to cool it quickly and poked the basilisk's bulging belly.

"Open your mouth and I'll feed you."

The basilisk opened its mouth obediently, and soon after drinking the green concoction, its stomach felt better.

[Severus, you are so kind...] The basilisk looked at Severus with tears in his eyes, and asked him to prepare more digestive water for him next time, so that he could eat as much as he wanted.

Severus touched the snake's head comfortingly and used the remote control to change the TV program to watch, which happened to be playing an advertisement.

"Do you want to own a multi-functional car? A dual-purpose car that doesn't consume fuel, can fly in the sky and go on the road? Our magic car has a speed of 350 kilometers per hour and meets all your needs. Pre-order as soon as possible. Welcome to call xxxxx..."

He looked at it unclearly, and sighed in his heart, are cars so powerful at this time? At that time, Zhang Mingyuan can be asked to buy one.

Just as I was getting excited, there was a shaking sound coming from the window.

Severus turned his head and saw that it was a gray owl with a package hanging on its feet.

After putting the owl into the house, take out the things and give it some bread.

Severus sat on the sofa and read the letter, but as he read it, his brows furrowed.

This letter was written by Lucius. In addition to saying hello, he ordered some potions. At the end, he also revealed something about his daughter's illness. The handwriting was a bit sloppy, completely different from his usual style. There was also a message inside. Zhang magic potion recipe.

The package contained several medicinal materials, which turned out to be materials for brewing soul-related potions.

Severus was a little confused, but he still looked at the recipe carefully and didn't know if he could successfully cook it.

In a bathroom in Voldemort's manor, a snake-head-shaped shower head continuously spits out hot water. There was only a black-haired man in the swimming pool-sized bathroom.

Voldemort rubbed his swollen temples. Although he drank two bottles of soul stabilizer today, the tearing pain in his head became more and more obvious.

He sank into the water and felt the warm water flowing over his body. The silence under the water made him feel at ease.

After washing up, the house elf presented him with a new and gorgeous robe, and then respectfully withdrew.

Voldemort lifted his hair covering his eyebrows and looked at himself in the mirror, which was beyond recognition.

Eternal life, eternal life——!