[Comprehensive British and American] Justice Passerby

Harry Potter's office is on the second floor of the Ministry of Magic. When Freya and Diana finally found this office under the guidance of a staff member, the door was half open, and a black-haired young man was bowing his head Arranging the files on the table, on the wall behind him hung many outstanding figures who had appeared in Auror.

"Death Eaters, for Merlin's sake, this is the second attack in December, are they still planning to have a Christmas broadcast?" Leaning on the other side of the table was a red-haired young man, he Folding his arms, he rolled his eyes, "These rats in the gutter can't stop for a moment. Can you believe it? I caught a water pipe attacking Muggles yesterday, a Muggle water pipe, ha, swear to Merlin that this is Funniest thing I know from Moody's trash can in fifth grade."

"Ron." The black-haired young man who put the file aside sighed, half reprimanded, half smiling, "We have guests."

He looked out, where Freya had just raised her arm to knock on the door.

"Understood, Dumbledore is going to send someone to the Muggle world," Ron Weasley stood up straight, "Who else is more suitable than you, Harry." He glanced at the door, and there was a moment of silence .

"Merlin's garter stockings that haven't been washed for hundreds of years," the red-haired Auror muttered, "Is it too late to tell Dumbledore that I'm willing to take time off for a business trip?"

Potter greeted with a straight face, "Hermione, why are you here?"

Weasley jumped up, the Auror leader laughed, and the former made a gesture to kick his ass.

Freya cleared her throat, and she looked up to confirm again, the house number was clearly written - "Auror Command".

"Hello," Potter stood up from behind the large desk and greeted him, "I'm Harry Potter, and we'll be working together in the next few months." He pointed to his partner again, "This is Harry Potter. Well, Ron Weasley, my friend and crew, he's very experienced with Dark wizards."

It was only at close range that he could see his green eyes behind the lenses, which had an almost emerald tinge in poor light.

"I'm Diana Prince, and this is Freya Sheffield," the Amazon nodded. "Without further ado, please let us see what the wizarding world has discovered."

Potter froze for a moment, then nodded and smiled.

"I'm going to close a few cases from the Division for the Prohibition of Misuse of Magic yesterday." Weasley took the files from his desk and went out.

Harry Potter leaned over and took out a bunch of keys from the drawer, pulled out one of them, and the drawer closed automatically.

"Come with me, please," he said, leading the two ladies out.Everyone he met along the way greeted him with awe.Freya found that their respect was not pretended, and the savior of the magic world seemed to have a very high prestige here.

The three walked into the elevator. Potter originally wanted to press the fifth floor, but after a second thought, he pressed the fourth floor.

"Since Professor Dumbledore asked you to come here directly," he said, "I don't think there is any need to go through the Department of International Magical Cooperation. It's better to go directly to see where the werewolf is being held."

The elevator went up steadily.

"Fourth floor, Department of Management and Control of Fantastic Beasts," a female voice reported a few seconds later.

As soon as she got off the elevator, Freya heard various strange noises coming from different rooms along the corridor, but Potter didn't change his face, and led them straight to the end of the corridor.

There was a golden door there, and Potter opened it with the key he had just taken, and they walked across the circular hall, stopping at another black door.

The black-haired Auror tapped his wand on the center of the wooden door, outputting a trace of magic power.

Behind the door, the windowless room was roughly divided into two halves. Arm-thick iron bars were erected in a row in the middle of the room, inserted from the floor to the ceiling.A dirty werewolf was locked behind iron bars, lying straight on the ground.It had uneven fur length, a gap in its ear, and all the nails were missing from one front paw.

The space on the other side of the cage was very chaotic—the table next to the wall was full of various documents and old magic books. When Freya turned her gaze there, some books were even turning pages by themselves, or It was hissing and roaring, threatening to pounce on whoever came.All kinds of notes were written on the opened pages, and the scroll was opened and dragged from the table to the floor.There are several crucibles on the opposite wall, and various bottles and jars are placed on a row of shelves, and the green cyclone rises from the purple solution.

Hearing someone enter the door, two of the three people in the room turned their heads to look.

"Who?"

One of them asked subconsciously as he turned around, and quickly drew out his wand.

"It's conceivable," the last person—a man in a black robe lazily flipping through the potion book in his hand, sneered without looking up, "always pushes open the door when others are working, except Who else is our Minister Potter?"

"Harry," said another at the same time.

"Professor Snape." Potter nodded indifferently, "Remus, Roran, how is it going?"

"Minister Potter," Roran said respectfully, putting the wand back immediately.

Remus Lupine and Potter exchanged a hug.

"I noticed that you brought someone with you." Professor Snape finally put down the book, his eyes swept over the person, and Freya felt cold behind her.

"These are Professor Dumbledore's friends. They come from the Muggle world." Potter said briskly, "I'll be off there soon for a mission. Voldemort has stretched his claws too far."

He walked over to the desk and took a look. "Before I leave, let me check the progress."

"Dumbledore's friend." The man in black paused imperceptibly when he heard "Voldemort", and then snorted from his nose.He casually picked up a notebook from the desktop and dropped it into Potter's arms, "Because I improved Wolfsbane Potion, the Ministry of Magic left this mess to me. But you have seen Wolfsbane Potion before, you Know what it does, Potter."

Lupine also shook his head.

"It's not wolfbane potion, and the werewolf sent here is also very strange."

Snape said impatiently, "The potion being applied to these werewolves - yes, that's what we've been working on for a week now, we've established that it's working from a potion rather than a spell or a curse - it's more like It is a combination of Wolfsbane Potion and other potions, which greatly weakens the effect of Wolfsbane Potion on keeping werewolves rational, and at the same time adds new ingredients so that the user can use it when facing life-threatening or certain stimuli. Transform."

"That means?" Potter asked.

"The people who made this potion didn't care if werewolves went berserk and hurt them," Lupine said. It refers to the soothing effect of the chamaejasma potion in order to combine several other materials with strong medicinal effects."

Potter's expression darkened. "'Drug Taker Turned into a Werewolf'?"

Professor Snape's wand waved in the air, a line of blood was drawn from the werewolf lying on the ground, and then split into two parts in the air.

"There are werewolf components in its blood, but these components are not compatible with itself, nor are they devouring like werewolf venom. All these things do is completely suppressed."

"Look, Potter," he said, "it's not a werewolf, someone invented a werewolf potion."

"Damn it." Potter bowed his head and cursed, "Damn it!"

He turned around a few times, and then said quickly.

"This means that as long as the supply of potions is constant, Voldemort can create an entire army of werewolves at any time without fear of losing control, because these created werewolves cannot infect other people at all."

"I copied some of our work back to the werewolf colony," said Lupine. "They've never seen anything like this before."

"I understand," Potter said suddenly, "why Voldemort wanted to expand outward, why he sent his minions to the Muggle world. The number of wizards is too small, and the number of Muggles is almost countless in comparison. Werewolf potion, he doesn't need to be entangled in the magic world to gain unprecedented combat power, as long as he has enough Muggles, he can do anything."

For once, his former Potions professor agreed with him.

"I'll make an antidote as soon as possible, and you, Potter, you have to move," Snape said, he rolled up his sleeves, revealing the hideous symbol in front of everyone, Roran subconsciously stepped back a little, " I'm not like everyone else, the Ministry of Magic is still hesitating, but me? I can say with certainty that no matter what method is used to crawl back from hell, the Dark Lord is back again."

"I understand, Severus." Potter rubbed the center of his brows, "My nerves are clamoring that we must be vigilant. The news of Voldemort's return has spread all over the streets and alleys, and the Aurors have already acted a few months ago. .Is there any way to slow down this process? Is there an antidote that can counteract the effect of the werewolf potion?"

"Worgenization might be stagnated or even reversed with a Blood Separation spell for poisoning," said Snape, "but not that many wizards know that spell."

"There were dozens of pseudo-werewolves who attacked us at the banquet." Freya said, "The forces behind them don't care about these dozens of sacrifices."

Potter pursed his lips.

"We need a quick and massive method, Severus."

He spoke slowly, but in a deep and steady tone, a request that could not be denied.

Snape stared at Potter for a moment, then nodded very curtly.

"As soon as possible."

"I'll ask Hermione to write to the Magical Congress of America this afternoon, asking them to send the rest of the pseudo-werewolves here for your experiments." Potter said thoughtfully, "By Friday at the latest, we can Send a few potion masters from other places to assist in the research."

"Could use some healers," Snape said, "and the best healer I know at St. Mungo's is currently being checked by Death Eaters."

Potter took a deep breath.

"The Death Eater investigation ordered by Kingsley and the Wizengamot, I can't intervene in it." His wand twirled, as if dancing on his fingertips.

"Use your brain, Potter," Snape said impatiently, "if there is one person who will never join the Dark Lord—"

"I trust him," said Harry Potter, the once and always savior of the wizarding world, interrupting him with a raised hand. That's what it means. But Draco will be here this afternoon, and you have my word."

Snape stared at him, but finally gave in.

"You'd better do that," he said in a smooth voice, letting go of his sleeves. "We must muster all our strengths to get results as quickly as possible. The Dark Lord may have despised Muggles once, but he would never have conceived the idea of ​​taking the Muggle mutant form under his command." , and will never do so. Who brought him back, who is influencing his thoughts, Potter, the savior Potter, once again, the entire wizarding world is counting on you."

Potter smiled briefly.

"No one can change Voldemort's mind unless time goes back," he said. "Whoever brings him out from behind the veil of death must be far stronger than Voldemort, or at least make him deeply afraid, so The behavior of Death Eaters will change. To be honest, I even suspect that he is being controlled. Every year I spend my vacation in the Muggle world, and I know that there are many people in this world who are more powerful than wizards. "

"Very well," said Snape. "After all these years, you're finally starting to think, Potter."

"And you haven't changed at all, Professor." Potter retorted, but his tone was full of smiles.

Snape waved his hand impatiently, motioning for them to get out of here.