Lupin looked at the sword in Harry's hand: "Are you really going to cut it?"

Harry nodded.

Lupin took a deep breath, and the wolf's face was full of hatred and resentment: "Come on."

"What cuts do you like?" Harry looked at Lupin. "Tenderloin, sirloin, rump, leg?"

Lupin was horrified: "Harry, you don't have to be so specific, just any piece will do."

This made him feel like a piece of meat on Molly's chopping board.

Harry raised his shuriken and slashed at Lupin's thigh.

Lupin let out an "owl" with some twists and turns in his voice. He opened his eyes blankly and was ready to scream, but... it didn't hurt much. It was within an acceptable range, even lighter than the injuries he usually suffered from playing with Sirius.

He looked back.

Harry shaved off only a thin slice, which looked to weigh less than five grams.

Tonks waved her wand and came hurriedly over, holding a large piece of dill in her hand.

"That's all?" Lupin asked in confusion.

Harry looked strange: "You didn't have enough for dinner, so you want to eat more now?"

He raised his sword: "Shall I cut you some more?"

"No need!" Lupin said loudly and waved his hand subconsciously.

The sharp claws whizzed through the air and brushed past Tonks' head, but the Hufflepuff girl did not dodge or get scared. She concentrated on bandaging Lupin's wound, a shallow layer, and she applied an excessive amount of difficile, almost finishing a roll of bandages.

Lupin looked over nervously and ashamedly, and was about to speak.

"Open your mouth," Harry said.

Lupin subconsciously opened his wolfish mouth.

Harry waved his wand and threw the meat in. "Remember to tell me if you feel any discomfort. Even if you become a werewolf, you still have a mouth and can speak."

Sirius' eyes widened. He always felt that this sentence was hinting at him.

Harry stared at Lupin nervously.

Eating their own flesh and blood is not a solution to the disease. The werewolf named "Mokwag" had his curse lifted after eating his own flesh, but he also turned into ashes and died. But that had nothing to do with the werewolf. He himself had another curse on him. No matter what he ate, the food would turn into ashes in his mouth.

He eats his own flesh, he becomes food, and then he becomes ashes.

The news that suddenly came to Harry's mind gave him some inspiration. Perhaps werewolf flesh and blood would have some effect on lycanthropy.

A few minutes later.

"Sister Tonks, you've wrapped too many bandages." Harry looked at the red-haired lady who was eager to pick up the second roll of bandages and kindly reminded her.

Tonks looked up blankly, her red hair slightly lighter, with a tendency to turn into lavender: "Remus is injured."

"That's enough," Harry said. "Don't you learn this during Auror training? Three or four layers are enough."

Tonks exclaimed and looked at Harry, "So I demolish it?"

"Take it all off and rebandage it." Harry nodded.

"Why?" Tonks asked.

"Re-disinfect and re-bandage. This is common sense." Harry was puzzled. "What on earth did the Ministry of Magic teach you?"

"Some methods of breaking spells and identifying dark wizards." Tonks carefully untied the bandage on Lupin's leg. "It's similar to what we learned in school, except that things like sleeping spells and barrier spells are mandatory."

"If you want to move up in rank, you'll have to master spells like the Iron Armor Spell."

Harry and Sirius were silent.

Lupin scratched his face, feeling a little overwhelmed.

"So the three years of Auror training are just to teach you Sleeping Charms and Barrier Charms?" Harry asked, incredulous.

Tonks shook her head. "There are some breaking spells, such as the Unlocking Spell and the Stopping Spell, but they are all taught in school. Very few people don't know them."

"Three years wasted," Harry commented.

Tonks waved her wand without even looking up, and wiped the dichlorodiphenylmethane off the wound. She now knew that the dosage she had used was a bit excessive, and she couldn't handle it so carelessly. "It's not a waste. There will be a subsidy of ten Galleons per week during the training period."

"Eat and drink every day, don't do anything, go to work at 10 o'clock, leave work at 4:30, and get 10 Galleons every week."

Sirius muttered, "Now I know why Aurors are like that."

Harry looked at Lupin. "How do you feel?"

"It's a bit fishy." Lupin, who was watching in a trance, answered subconsciously.

"I'm not asking you to judge the taste." Harry raised his hand and poked him on the waist. "How does your body feel?"

Lupin shook his head: "Nothing special."

"It's just a normal way of eating a piece of meat."

Harry raised his wand and tapped Lupin. Perhaps something would change, but he himself was not aware of it.

But unfortunately.

There's really nothing.

"Then let's try something else." Harry tapped his pocket, and hundreds of materials flew out and were placed on a small round table at the side. There was so much variety that Tonks' eyes widened. Some of the materials she had only heard of but never seen before.

"Harry?" Lupin's voice trembled.

"Don't worry, we'll do it one step at a time. The night is still long." Harry said softly and waved his hand. A bottle filled with transparent liquid flew over.

These materials were the ones he discussed with Snape over the past month and ultimately concluded to be potentially effective in treating lycanthropy.

"Everything else is fine, but why is there a love potion?" Lupin stared at a bottle of potion on the table. "Did you take the wrong one?"

"Would I need a love potion?" Harry demanded.

Lupin was startled: "I'm about to use the love potion?"

Harry nodded. "I discussed this with Professor Snape, and we both think that pure love might be very effective against the werewolf curse. Since you don't have any, we can only use a love potion."

Tonks looked up at Harry.

Harry noticed it very keenly and looked back immediately.

Tonks dodged, her cheeks reddening.

Lupin hesitated: "I really want to bite him now."

"He's not Sirius, he won't show mercy to you." Harry said simply, "Don't move."

Harry unscrewed the bottle, took out a drop, and dropped it on Lupin.

He activated his demon hunter senses and captured as much magical energy as possible.

There was a circle of black smoke around Lupin's body, which was the breath of lycanthropy. The drop of liquid fell on him, dispersing a small circle, but it was powerless to continue and was immediately submerged by the rolling evil, brutal and barbaric breath of black magic.

"This thing is useful." Harry waved his wand, conjured up a second round table, and placed the bottle on the table.

"What is this, Phoenix's tears?" Tonks asked curiously.

Harry shook his head: "No, Hermione's tears."

Tonks was startled, and then she became excited: "Does Hermione have any special bloodline?"

"No, because they are virgin tears." Harry took out the second item, the bottle of love potion, "Virgin tears have a certain inhibitory effect on the werewolf curse."

Tonks thought.

Harry poured the love potion into Lupin's mouth, and the potion gradually took effect, but the aura of dark magic belonging to the werewolf on his body did not weaken at all.

"Love potions don't work." Harry fed Lupin the antidote and sighed regretfully, "Fake love really doesn't have any effect."

While Lupin was still confused, Tonks raised her head and said, "Harry, if it was a virgin's tear with true love, would the effect be better? For example, it could directly remove the werewolf curse?"

"The effect should be better." Harry said seriously, "But I don't have it. If I have it, I can try it."

Tonks said nothing again and lowered her head.

"What were you talking about just now?" Lupin asked in a daze.

Harry shook his head: "Discussing your condition." He then took out the third material.

Phoenix tears are very precious, but he has a lot of them. Fox provides him with some every month.

But this thing that everyone in the wizarding world desires has no effect at all.

So…what’s the problem?

Is Fox a male or a female?

I tried each material one by one, and by the time I finished the last one, the moon had already set behind the house and could no longer be seen.

There are more than a hundred kinds of materials, but very few of them are useful.

Hermione's tears, unicorn blood, veela eyelashes, and mistletoe berries - there are no nymph hooks in them.

Silver powder cannot dispel the aura, but it can solidify it. Garlic, a material that does not have any magical aura, can also play a role in dispelling the werewolf's black magic aura.

Only these six materials can produce some insignificant effect.

"I feel like I'm just like the innocent person in the movies about ordinary people, who was captured by aliens for experiments." Lupin lay half dead on the ground, resting his head on the pillow Tonks brought for him. "Harry, even though werewolves have thick skin and flesh, that's not how they're used."

"At least it works." Harry looked at the things on the second round table. "Including the parsley, there are seven of them. When I return to Hogwarts, I can mix a bottle of potion with Snape in half a month at most."

"Of course, you have to come here and take it under our supervision."

Harry paused and said, "I would rather catch a werewolf and use it for experiments. It would be safer."

Lupin looked at Tonks.

Tonks said confidently, "Why are you looking at me? Aurors are responsible for protecting human wizards. Protecting werewolves is not part of our job scope. That is something that the Beasts, Aliens and Ghosts Office should consider."

"Wait for news from Skeeter and catch one then." Harry nodded and decided, "Professor Snape is also interested."

Sirius muttered: "When did you become so close to him?"

"Always good," Harry answered him, causing Sirius to bare his teeth and turn into a black dog, curling up next to Lupin.

Tonks conjured a blanket and sat down next to Lupin.

Dawn came quietly.

Lupin slowly turned back into an adult. The two men and the dog were exhausted after a night's work and had fallen asleep. Harry covered them with a blanket, waved his wand to make the temperature in the room just right, then quietly walked out and closed the door.

He also has to go back and rest.

Skeeter is worthy of being the "best" reporter in the wizarding world. A few days after joining The Quibbler, he immediately published an article that increased the magazine's sales dozens of times.