Crookshanks and Hedwig are very mature pets.

They mobilized almost all the pets in Hogwarts, even those of the first-year wizards who had just enrolled, and conducted the most careful inspection in every corner. Of course, pet issues should be resolved by pets.

The only one who was unhappy was Filch.

The corridors, classrooms, and statues were all covered inside and outside with cat or owl hair or toad slime.

This requires him to spend a lot of time cleaning up these troublesome things, especially cat hair.

At the end of the day, he smells like other cats.

Mrs. Loris kept meowing and asking him if he was fooling around outside and what was going on.

Mr. Filch had a miserable day. He couldn't even sleep with Mrs. Norris, so he had to squeeze on the sofa out of grievance.

The next day, Connie was still not found.

It's not even clear whether it's alive or dead.

This is not the worst news.

A little Hufflepuff witch found that her pet was also missing. It was there yesterday, but after she and Crookshanks went out to look for it all night, it disappeared. It was such a cute toad.

This made many young wizards nervous, and they kept their pets with them every day and did not allow them to go out and fool around.

Even Crookshanks could not escape Hermione's suppression. It had always been free, but now it had to be bound by the shackles of fate - a soft lambskin collar and chain. Before Hermione transformed it, she specifically asked the gingerbread kitten for his opinion and asked him to choose his favorite color.

The same goes for Hedwig and Bows.

Until the culprit of the "prank" is caught, the safety of pets is important.

The professors take this matter very seriously.

Every professor has had a pet companion - except Snape. Of course, as they grow older, the companions who accompanied them through their childhood also age and die. Not every wizard is lucky enough to have an immortal pet companion like Dumbledore.

Professors McGonagall and Sprout teamed up.

They must find this guy!

Not even the Weasley twins could pull such a bad joke.

Ron also became busy. It was his duty as a prefect to protect every little wizard.

Harry paid no attention to these things.

No one gave him any commissions. Witchers never do business at a loss, and he had more important things to do.

The development of the werewolf tracing potion did not go smoothly.

Snape got two werewolves from somewhere and affectionately named them "Rems." To make the plural form, add a small letter "s" at the end of the word. He hid them in the Shrieking Shed and asked them to cooperate with the experiment.

Not caught.

Snape was not an honest man. He dropped a message in Knockturn Alley, saying that he needed two werewolves to cooperate in research for a period of one year. During this period, he would provide wolfsbane potion every month. Immediately, several werewolves signed up.

Lupin also knew the news.

He commented that if he had known about such a good thing three years ago and hadn't known it was Snape who did it, he would have been eager to get involved.

Werewolves are very unstable social factors.

But not every werewolf is like Greyback, thinking about revenge on society and wizards. Many are like Lupin, hanging out at the bottom of society, avoiding people and trying their best to avoid hurting others.

Good guys always get gunned down.

Good werewolves will also be pointed at by a wand.

They obey the law and treat others kindly, but what they get in return is that they have a hard life.

Lupin was the luckiest one among this group of werewolves. He was able to study at Hogwarts, the best magic school in Europe, for seven years, successfully obtained his diploma, and served as a class leader. At least his life resume was complete.

Except for him, no one in this group of law-abiding werewolves had received a complete or even relatively complete education. Most of them had only learned some simple magic in cram schools or trick schools, and their mastery of magic was not even as good as that of the first and second year students at Hogwarts.

Lupin was alone.

He was just like a normal person - especially when he was at Hogwarts, he had three good friends, was in a good college, and everyone liked him. This made him suddenly encounter the naked reality of society when he left Hogwarts, and he was beaten black and blue.

He couldn't resort to despicable tactics and couldn't beg for survival like other werewolves.

He would not be needed in normal jobs. No one wanted to employ a werewolf as an employee. Even if Lupin shamelessly said that he could wear a mask, no one was willing to give him this opportunity.

Besides Dumbledore, Sirius, there are George and Fred.

Those law-abiding werewolves were not alone, but they were unfortunate.

They had no normal friends, unlike Lupin. Lupin had at least lived inside the wall, even though he had been kicked out for a few years. But now, the most powerful hands in the wizarding world had pulled him back—the greatest white wizard, the purest and noblest wizard family, and the youngest heir of Gryffindor with an immeasurable future.

This group of law-abiding wolves could only cling to the wall and look at the scenery outside through the cracks greedily and longingly.

Snape was unceremonious.

Tell them that there might be a chance to become a normal person again, but the price is possible death.

They thanked Snape for his gift.

They were willing to stay in the Whomping Willow, as if they were imprisoned. Only the house-elves brought them some food every day, and their only form of entertainment was a few children's literature books that Snape threw to them out of pity.

But they were excited, no matter whether Snape took blood or flesh from them.

But their dedication did not have a good ending.

In the first month, even the experimental potion could not be developed. The materials were just taken out separately, and their medicinal properties did not conflict with each other. However, when they were put into the crucible and boiled, a huge conflict would occur. Snape had already blown up several crucibles.

Since he knew potions, he had never encountered such an embarrassing thing.

Compared with the development of the "Lycosis Cure Potion", the research on the Horcrux was going very smoothly.

End of September.

Dumbledore's office.

Harry opened the door and looked in. The four head deans were all there.

"Pomona, take it out." Dumbledore sighed.

"No." Professor Sprout refused flatly.

"The Horcruxes have been stripped away," Dumbledore begged. "The object is safe now."

"It's more dangerous precisely because it's not a Horcrux." Sprout shook his head, "Not just you, but all three of you! This thing is too dangerous for you, and even Harry, I don't think he should be allowed to face it..."

"Facing what?" Harry suddenly asked, quietly walking behind her.

Sprout was startled by this. He turned around and complained unhappily, "Harry, why are you walking without making any sound?"

"Perhaps you were too focused on scolding Professor Dumbledore," Harry replied.

Sprout smiled and said, "I didn't scold him. I was educating him."

"He wants the Resurrection Stone, but that thing is not suitable for him, and certainly not for you."

Sprout looked over and scolded them one by one: "Harry, Severus, Filius, Minerva, none of you are good enough, you shouldn't have seen that thing."

"The Resurrection Stone cannot truly bring back the dead."

"It's said in fairy tales that it will only create a phantom of the dead that looks real. It will possess everything of the living, except the desire to live, and then lead the living to death."

She paused and spoke in a very gentle tone, "The second brother of the Peverell family was arrogant. He asked the god of death for the power to summon others back from death."

"Then Death picked up a stone from the riverbank and told him that this stone had the power to raise the dead."

"The second brother returned to his own home, took out the Resurrection Stone, and turned it three times in his palm. Immediately, the girl he had wanted to marry but who had unfortunately died appeared in front of him."

"However, after the girl was resurrected, she did not linger in the world. She was sad and indifferent, and she even separated herself from him with a veil. As a result, the second brother went crazy in endless despair. In order to truly integrate into her world, he committed suicide."

She paused again to ease her dry mouth, and after a moment, she continued, "Except for Harry, and maybe Severus, you should all be familiar with this story."

"The combined age of the four of us is almost 400 years old, so don't think about it anymore."

Harry said calmly, "I've heard of it."

Sprout looked at him in surprise. She didn't think Harry would be such a childish person.

"Hermione read it to me," Harry said softly.

Sprout nodded suddenly. So that's it.

Snape didn't say anything, his expression somewhat lonely. He had never heard these stories, and didn't have the childish mind. Of course, that was also because no one would be willing to read these stories to him, whether his parents or anyone else.

"Just a look?" Dumbledore was still begging, unwilling to give up.

Sprout sneered and turned his head away.

How is that possible!

She is not such a soft-hearted woman, she just looks like that.

"Pomona, we have worked together for so long." Dumbledore still wanted to play the emotional card.

Sprout deadpanned, "It's because we've worked together for so long."

Dumbledore waved his hand, and a stool flew over and landed behind them: "In that case, let's not talk about this matter anymore. Sit down."

"Can the Horcrux be stripped out?" Harry asked him.

Dumbledore nodded. "Those that are attached to objects can be stripped off, but your situation is special, Harry. We need to discuss it in detail. After all... Horcruxes that parasitize a complete soul are very rare."

Harry said nothing.

Dumbledore continued: "And there is terrible news."

"After this Horcrux was stripped off, I tried to peer into his memory."

"This is only Voldemort's second Horcrux. There is no clue of other Horcruxes. And just as we estimated before, he is planning to make seven Horcruxes."

“Seven is a very magical number.”