Special Operations at Hogwarts?
Snape lowered his head, his face serious, and his heart tightened.
In that castle, there are only two things that Voldemort is concerned about. One is his Horcrux, which may or may not exist, and the other is Harry Potter, who definitely exists.
He didn't ask any more questions, but just stood there quietly with his hands behind his back, looking as if he didn't care about the matter.
Voldemort paused for a moment.
He was waiting for something, but he got nothing.
"During this time." Voldemort walked to the sofa and sat down, his eyes sweeping over the Death Eaters one by one, "Find out our old friends."
"I can be more lenient."
"If he is still willing to be our friend, I welcome him."
"If you don't want to..."
"What I hate most is betrayers."
"You know what to do."
Bellatrix responded excitedly, and the other Death Eaters trembled in fear.
Voldemort continued to give orders.
But the next orders were for these Death Eaters to collect materials to heal injuries, restore magical abilities, and rebuild an arm...
But there was no news about Horcruxes or Hogwarts.
Snape was not in a hurry. He just went back and informed Dumbledore to be prepared to prevent any sudden attack by the Death Eaters.
The Christmas holiday is still long.
Snape's office.
Harry and Professor Kelp put on their protective gear, looked serious, and picked up their wands.
In the room, besides the two of them, there were three werewolves.
Greyback was tied to the table, and there were two werewolves huddled cautiously in the corner of the room.
"You both know him, right?" Harry turned and looked at him.
The two werewolves nodded frantically.
"Has anyone been turned into a werewolf by him?" Harry asked again.
Both werewolves raised their hands.
Snape sneered: "Potter, you don't need to ask this question. Most of the werewolves in the wizarding world today were infected by Greyback. He is the great father of werewolves."
"Severus Snape!" Just as Harry was about to speak, Greyback struggled and shouted, "What do you want to do, Snape! We are both servants of the master."
"Servant?" Snape sighed with mixed feelings, "You don't have the Dark Mark on you."
Greyback, who was still cursing, was startled and his whole body stiffened.
Werewolves cannot be given the Dark Mark.
Even people like them are always assigned to do the most dangerous jobs.
"When have you ever been recognized as a servant by your master?" Snape sneered, "Don't think too much, Fenrir, you are just a werewolf."
"Master knows these things?" Greyback stared in disbelief, staring blankly past Snape at something that might exist in the void.
Snape made no reply.
Greyback took a deep breath and was about to start thinking wildly.
Fainted!
Harry drew his wand and cast a spell. The werewolf, who had not transformed, did not have the horrible ability to resist magic after the transformation. It was no different from an ordinary person.
He fainted.
"Professor Snape, you still have the leisure to joke with him." Harry waved his wand gently again, and the invisible blade cut off a small piece of flesh from Greyback's arm.
Snape waved his wand and the werewolf flew over to treat his wounds - this was certainly not out of pity for Greyback. As a special individual among werewolves, it was of great research value. As a potion master, he naturally had to protect every precious material in his hands and not let them lose their effectiveness.
The two of them began to prepare the potion.
Virgin's tears, parsley, powdered unicorn horn...
While that pot of potion is cooking.
Snape and Harry began to discuss what to do with Greyback's flesh.
This was an extremely special material, even the first time in Snape's entire life of brewing potions that he had encountered it - a whole piece of flesh and blood. No potion required a whole piece of flesh and blood. This gave him a sense of déjà vu of boiling meat soup.
How could potions be reduced to something comparable to cooking?
"Try throwing it directly in?" Harry suggested as the two of them stared at the chopping board, oh no, at the flesh and blood on the table.
Snape shook his head: "We are brewing potions, not cooking."
"Use your stupid brain to think about this. This is flesh and blood. There is no magical effect."
Harry said calmly, "But it has symbolic significance - it is part of the cause of people becoming werewolves. If it is handled, it may lose this symbolic significance."
Symbolism is also part of magic.
Although, in magic, this kind of existence is also a very mysterious field.
Snape's face turned grim.
Harry's words reminded him that if considered from this perspective, throwing the whole piece of meat in intact would indeed be the best choice for the first experiment.
only……
He looked at the crucible, which was gurgling with light blue smoke, and a pot of perfect potion was brewing.
You really have to throw the flesh and blood in there and turn it into broth.
"Professor Snape." Harry reminded, "If you don't make a decision, this pot of potion will take shape."
"Then let's give it a try." Snape agreed reluctantly. He shook his wand, and his flesh and blood floated up. He waited for an opportunity and slowly immersed it in the boiling medicine in the crucible.
The aroma of meat wafts slowly.
This made Snape's face even uglier.
really……
After this ingredient is added, the whole pot of perfect potion becomes like the dishes made by the house elves in the kitchen, changing from light blue to flesh brown.
Soon, the pot of potion was cooked.
Snape was reluctant to call this drink a potion, but it did have the effect of a potion. With a flick of his wand, the medicine was poured into the bottle.
"Who of you wants to try it?" Snape didn't even bother to pick it up. He threw it on the table and looked at the two werewolves.
The two werewolves hesitated.
"One Galleon," Harry quoted the price.
A werewolf immediately raised his hand: "I, I, I, I can do it!"
Another werewolf also raised his hand: "I can do that too. Fifteen silver Sickles will be enough."
"I'm fourteen!"
They scrambled, and saw that the price was about to drop below ten Sickles.
Harry pointed at the werewolf who spoke first: "You come."
Then he reached into his hat again, pulled out a Galleon, and threw it into his hand: "There's no need to do this. That's not the way to steal business."
The werewolf who spoke first showed joy on his face, put the Galleon in his pocket, almost crawled to the table, grabbed the bottle of potion and poured it into his own mouth.
He gulped without even swallowing his saliva.
"It tastes a bit like broth with sugar added." The werewolf smacked his lips and made a subconscious assessment - this was a habit they had developed during their time with Snape. According to the potion master, one must express one's feelings as soon as possible after taking the medicine to prevent any side effects of the experimental prescriptions, which would cause death from poisoning before one could even express their feelings.
"After drinking it, it feels a bit warm, and the aftertaste is a bit salty..."
The more he spoke, the more he regarded the potion as a soup.
Snape's face was so dark that mud seemed to be dripping out.
"Well, this is not the time for you to show off your skills, gourmet connoisseur." He gently waved his wand, locking his throat and tongue to seal his mouth. "It seems that you have been my experimental prop for so long, but you still haven't learned how to be a qualified one. If you don't know how to speak, then shut up!"
"Let me check it out."
As he said he would do it himself, he actually turned his head and looked at Harry.
No one can compare to him in terms of sensing breath.
"No change in the aura." Harry shook his head and raised his wand. "Try turning into a werewolf?"
The werewolf nodded.
Harry took a deep breath and waved his wand, and a strange, bright full moon emerged and shone on the wall.
The sleeping Greyback transformed and in the blink of an eye turned into a werewolf.
The other one, who had not taken the potion, also changed in the blink of an eye. Snape was quick-witted and waved his wand, binding him with a Transfiguration spell to prevent him from making trouble and destroying his office.
The one who took the potion fell to his knees and wailed in pain.
The hairs were like needles, sticking out of his skin, with traces of blood.
The mouth protruded forward, trying to transform into a wolf kiss, but it was not so smooth. The bones broke and protruded forward with a crackling sound. The ears pierced the scalp and caused bleeding.
The change process is slow and painful.
The werewolf fell to the ground, writhing and struggling.
The potion failed.
Snape and Harry were not at all discouraged.
"It seems that the direction is right." Snape walked to the table, took out a quill, wrote and drew on the paper, and adjusted the potion formula.
Harry waved his wand to ease the werewolf's pain.
"It's amazing that the cure for lycanthropy actually comes from the source?" Snape muttered, his tone floating, "Why is this so?"
"Is there something special about the strain of lycanthropy?"
"Cause and effect..."
"No, no, no, if that's the case, then the werewolf can cure the disease by biting itself, but there's no such record in the book."
He was completely lost in thought.
This is a very interesting subject for Snape.
Once the werewolf had completely transformed, Harry waved his wand to dispel the moon phases on the wall.
Snape put him under the basket: "No, Potter, wait."
"Let's try using the flesh and blood of a transformed werewolf."
"You split the house apart and restore those two people to human form."
Harry nodded.
The Transfiguration spell split the house in two, and the two transformed werewolves slowly recovered - this was another painful process. For the werewolf that took the potion, it was still a matter of breaking bones and then putting its body back together.
soon.
The second bottle of potion was brewed, with a richer aroma of broth.
Snape no longer disdained it this time. He walked in with it and looked at the two werewolves: "Who will drink it this time? It's still one Galleon."