August passed uneventfully.

Snape would occasionally come to Godric's Hollow to see Harry, but he would not set foot in the Potter mansion, as that place made him uncomfortable.

The research and development of the drug to cure lycanthropy has reached a complete low point.

The potion that was developed ultimately had an effect similar to that of the wolfsbane potion. It could allow a werewolf to remain sane on full-moon nights, shorten the time it takes to turn into a werewolf, and even prevent a werewolf who had taken the potion from spreading lycanthropy after biting others. However, the fundamental problem was still not solved.

A werewolf is still a werewolf.

Lupin did not feel discouraged, but marveled at Harry and, incidentally, Snape's abilities.

He is truly a genius, being able to research a potion of this level.

But Snape felt very uncomfortable, and even after Lupin thanked him awkwardly, he felt that the hairy guy was being sarcastic to him.

The youngest Potions Master was feeling very uncomfortable during this period.

Voldemort is dead.

But he was not able to relax completely. Barty Crouch Jr. contacted him more often, but he was always very careful, hiding his position and refusing to tell Snape what he was going to do. However, he was very keen on instructing Snape to do some things, asking him to prepare wolfsbane potion and some galleons...

Even in the latest letter, Snape was asked to take the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts.

Snape had always wanted to be in this teaching position.

But... he couldn't understand why Crouch would think so.

End of August.

Harry and his friends went to Diagon Alley to buy things they needed for the new semester, new robes, new textbooks, and new school supplies.

The famous Mr. Porter was treated most cordially.

Almost every store offered a discount that was almost free, and it was very generous. Even Flourish and Blotts asked with concern, "Is one set of textbooks enough? Do you want three sets? One set for class, one for notes, and the other for collection?"

Some wizards also approached Harry, hoping to reach cooperation with him.

In front of the ice cream shop.

A wizard, with a sincere look on his face, holding a stack of exquisite flyers in his hand: "Mr. Potter, are you really not going to consider it?"

"Our Smith's Fast Spell Training Class is a remedial class for those Squibs and wizards who didn't study well in school. In just half a month, you can master household cleaning spells proficiently, and in a month you can reach the level of an Auror!"

"There are so many Squibs and wizards who have signed up!"

At this point, he lowered his voice and said, "We have a half-month term, and the fee is ten Galleons per term. There are already more than a hundred people who have signed up!"

"Mr. Potter, all you need is to put your name on the deal, and we can give you 80% of the proceeds."

"You don't have to do anything."

"As long as you allow us to print your photo on our flyers and allow us to use your name, you can get more than 800 Galleons every half a month. More than 800!"

Ron's eyes widened as he listened, and he was ready to make a move.

You don’t have to do anything and you can get more than 800 Galleons for free in half a month. They are so golden that they are enough to kill someone.

Harry shook his head: "No, I refuse, and I don't want to say it a third time."

He pulled out his wand and placed it gently on the table with a clatter.

The wizard shrank his neck and left unwillingly, looking back every few steps.

"Harry, that's eight hundred Galleons." Ron counted on his fingers. "That's a sum that our family could never spend in a lifetime."

"Don't underestimate the Weasleys," Hermione retorted. "At least George and Fred have spent several thousand Galleons."

Ron pursed his lips.

"And that's obviously a liar," Hermione continued, picking up the flyer that the wizard had left on the table.

Ron tilted his head, a little confused: "Liar?"

"But this kind of training course for adult wizards is very common. Even many officials from the Ministry of Magic will sign up for the training."

Hermione and Harry were startled.

They looked at Ron in disbelief.

"It's true." Ron nodded, "Every year."

"As expected of the Ministry of Magic, they always break the bottom line again and again." Harry sighed.

Hermione held the flyer and was silent for a while: "Maybe, there are formal cram schools, but this one is obviously not one."

"A person who can make a Squib perform magic shouldn't have any remedial classes, nor does he need to borrow Harry's reputation. He can definitely get the first-class badge of the Order of Merlin and gain a reputation no less than that of Professor Dumbledore."

Squibs are called squibs because they cannot perform magic.

Harry waved his wand and the flyer in Hermione's hand flew out and landed in the trash can beside him: "Don't worry about it. Tell Tonks that she should need performance."

September 1st.

They boarded the Hogwarts Express.

Ron, the prefect, held a lengthy meeting in the prefect's box. It was past noon and the sun was almost setting when he returned late.

As soon as he opened the door, he said excitedly: "Harry, Hermione, guess what happened just now?"

Neither of them raised his head.

"Come on, give me some reaction." Ron sighed, sitting down across from them and picking up a bag of strange beans. "It's a really big deal."

"About Malfoy?" Harry managed to respond.

Ron was startled: "How did you know?"

"It is indeed related to Malfoy."

As he spoke, he took a deep breath and ate the strange-tasting beans with Indian chili flavor, which made him exude Gryffindor colors. "It's hard to imagine what he went through during the summer vacation. He had so many injuries on his body and lost an eye."

"He was hunted by Death Eaters for most of the month," Harry said softly.

"Hunted?" Ron was stunned. "Why is he being hunted? Isn't his father a Death Eater?"

Harry shook his head, "His dad is, but he's not."

"Voldemort invited him at the time, probably hoping to have more spies in Hogwarts, but he refused."

"The Death Eaters have been hunting him since the holidays."

Ron was surprised and asked, "He refused to become a Death Eater?"

"I thought every Slytherin would consider it an honor to be a Death Eater."

Hermione and Harry remained silent and made no comment.

Ron took a sip of pumpkin juice and continued, "In the prefect's box, Malfoy said that he planned to purge Slytherin this year and make Slytherin a real Slytherin instead of a subordinate of someone."

"But Parkinson was not happy about it and they started fighting on the spot."

"Malfoy was not a gentleman at all. He showed no mercy to the ladies. Before we could react, Parkinson was knocked down by a Stunning Curse."

"He wants us to stay out of Slytherin House affairs."

"Harry, do you think we should listen to him?"