Yorkshire is the most shining pearl in Great Britain.

The people of Great Britain have not yet adapted to the fact that this pearl has been divided into five parts, and they still call North Yorkshire the swamp and wasteland that they did decades ago.

The light of civilization once shone here.

Wizards, magical creatures, and subhuman races have all lived here before, but without exception, except for those magical animals that prefer swampy terrain, they have all abandoned this place, and ordinary people have invaded this place, occupying all the most habitable land in Great Britain.

This is probably one of the most habitable soils in Great Britain.

The scenery is beautiful and the climate is mild.

Tonks was a restless little girl, and she dragged Lupin around with her, wandering around everywhere - of course, according to her, this was not to follow the good tradition of the Ministry of Magic and to slack off while paid, but to investigate the environment in advance to prevent any problems from arising.

She swore it solemnly.

But the places we go to every day are York Minster, Castle Howard, and even the Railway Museum.

Lupin didn't think werewolves would appear in these places.

The twenty-fifth is coming soon.

Early in the morning, Lupin took the potion with breakfast - these were the advantages of Snape and Harry studying this potion. It did not need to be taken a week in advance like the wolfsbane potion. As long as it was taken on the first day of the full moon, the potion would remain effective in the body until the full moon passed.

"Tonks." After the last drop of potion went down his throat and into his stomach, Lupin's face was serious, "I have to remind you again."

Tonks nodded and counted on her fingers: "I know, they are werewolves."

"Maybe they are not as smart as you, nor as powerful as you, but they are werewolves. You can't be touched by them and you have to avoid getting hurt."

Lupin said nothing.

Tonks tried hard to turn her hair color back to the most ordinary brown-gold, and her facial features became ordinary, looking nothing like Tonks.

She conjured up a mirror and muttered, "This doesn't look cool."

"But it's safe." Lupin nodded with satisfaction.

With a wave of her wand, she took out some makeup from her pocket and applied it expertly on her face.

Thicken eyebrows, raise nose, and deepen nasolabial folds...

Tonks couldn't help laughing, "Remus, you look ridiculous like this."

"Like the... um, salesman who chased me to sell me the Comet brand flying broom."

Lupin said seriously: "So ma'am, would you like a hand?"

"It's Miss, not Madam." Tonks said with a straight face, emphasizing that she was far from being old enough to be a lady, or from a family environment that qualifies her as such.

They leave the hotel.

The werewolves chose to hold their gathering in a nearly abandoned village deep in the swamp that had existed since the Middle Ages.

Led by a dedicated person.

They didn't verify their identities either - the Ministry of Magic was in a state of panic, and no serious wizard would be willing to get together with a werewolf on a day like this.

The werewolf transforms when the moon is full and doesn't recognize any of his relatives.

If you get bitten, your life will be over.

Lupin and Tonks were the first group of people. From noon to dusk, more than 200 people arrived one after another.

"There are so many werewolves in Great Britain?" Tonks huddled beside Lupin and lowered her voice, but the slight surprise made the end of her tone a little sharp.

Lupin scowled, "It's not just the werewolves from Great Britain that are coming."

Tonks nodded.

"But not all the werewolves in Great Britain are here yet." Lupin paused for a moment, his tone complicated, "In fact, Great Britain is the country with the most werewolves in Europe, with a total of 284 registered werewolves."

Registered...

Tonks was naive, but after all, she had worked in the Ministry of Magic for several years and understood what Lupin meant.

"Werewolf" is an identity that is not very visible. As an outstanding graduate of Hogwarts, Lupin had to spend the first half of his life in hardship and difficulty because of this word. If he had not met some good friends, a good principal, a good dean, and a good nephew, his situation and life would have been even more difficult.

Not every werewolf wants to be registered with the Ministry of Magic.

The fact that there are more than 200 registered werewolves means that there are more than 200, or even more, werewolves that have not been registered.

The number was huge, so huge that Tonks' heart trembled when she learned about it for the first time.

"Most of this is due to Fenrir Greyback." Lupin smiled softly, "Harry is very good and has solved a big problem for us."

Tonks said nothing, but nervously grasped Lupin's sleeve.

The wolves were talking among themselves.

Some people stared at the sky nervously. It was evening now and it would soon be dark and the moon would rise.

A man in tattered robes walked out of the crowd, holding an old wand with the core almost exposed. He waved it awkwardly and muttered something.

The soil in front of him shook slightly, as if some kind of deformation was about to occur.

But the magic power was too weak, the spells were not proficient enough, and even the wand was not a good wand. He was anxious and worried, but nothing happened.

Until he asked for help from people around him.

Several people drew their wands together and, with difficulty and reluctance, transformed a flat, raised platform.

Tonks suppressed a laugh, "Their spellcasting skills are so low."

"I am an outlier." Lupin said softly, "I am the only one who has studied in such an excellent school as Hogwarts."

"Most werewolves have never attended a regular magic school, let alone a cram school for spells."

They were no different from Squibs, unable to cast a proper spell.

The man walked up, cleared his throat, raised his wand, pointed it at his throat, and after hesitating for a long time, he still didn't dare to cast the loud voice spell: "Friends, I'm very glad that you can come here, um... accept our invitation. Today, we, a group of people abandoned by wizards, are gathered together."

He was trying hard to learn the appearance of Cornelius Fudge, the Dark Lord, and Scrimgeour in his memory, wanting to be as passionate as them and give an inspiring speech.

But it was dry and there was no emotion that could move people.

"What on earth do you want to call us here for?" someone interrupted him impatiently.

"If you keep going like this, the moon will come out soon!"

When the moon comes out, they will turn into werewolves.

Werewolves will not attack each other, but the problem is that after transforming, they lose their reason and there is no way to communicate.

They came here with great difficulty, not just to listen to this nonsense.

It's very troublesome when a werewolf travels.

They don't have advanced magic, can't Apparate, and have no respected status in the wizarding world. Even most of them don't have a relatively decent status in the world of ordinary people. They are very poor.

A long journey requires a great deal of energy and financial cost.

They pay so much and work so hard not to listen to such nonsense that deceives people and has no quality at all.

The man's expression froze, and he coughed twice: "Then I'll try to keep it simple."

"My master, the great Dark Lord, has developed a potion that can turn us back into normal humans."

The noisy noise of the crowd suddenly stopped.

Lupin and Tonks looked at the man on the stage in disbelief.

What did they hear?

A magic potion to cure lycanthropy?

How is it possible...

Tonks couldn't believe it when Lupin thought of Snape's face - although in some ways, he was indeed grateful to Snape, but... at this moment, his first reaction was that Snape stole the results of his and Harry's work and presented it to his master in a flattering manner.

"The You-Know-Who has fallen, killed by Potter!" someone shouted. He did not believe this man's lies even more than Lupin and Tonks.

The man was ashamed and raised his wand: "The master is not dead yet!"

He wanted to recite the Cruciatus Curse as handsomely as Barty Crouch Jr., but when the idea came into his mind and the movements were performed, he realized that he didn't even know what the Cruciatus Curse spell was.

"The master will come back sooner or later!"

The wolves were chattering, but few believed what he said, and those who did didn't take it seriously.

Even if I could come back, so what?

It's just one more time for Mr. Potter to kill him.

"Has the potion really been developed?" Still without Lupin asking, another person began to ask.

The man nodded: "Of course."

"Are there any samples? In other words, has anyone been cured by the potion?" The man continued doubtfully, "Mr. Potter seems to have never achieved any results in his research."

The man pulled out a bottle of potion from his arms, squatted down, and placed it carefully in front of him.

"Of course, this is a sample."

"It is a potion developed by my great master, the most supreme Dark Lord, that can cure lycanthropy."

"As for the cure..."

"This potion will only work during a full moon, which is why I gathered everyone together today."

He reached out and unscrewed the cork.

"This is a potion that does not need to be taken. Light the potion before the full moon rises. We will perform a ritual to completely get rid of the troubles caused by lycanthropy."

As he spoke, he glanced at the sky. Only a ray of sunset was left and the moon was about to rise.

He took out a match, lit it, and dropped it into the potion bottle - he didn't know any fire spells, as these were things that only senior students learned at Hogwarts.

With a clang, a scarlet and eerie flame billowed and burned, illuminating the man's face, which looked like an oil painting eroded by time, unreal and shabby.

Tonks sniffed and her face changed: "Remus, is it my illusion?"

"I seem to smell...nepeta and dragon's blood."

Lupin frowned: "I'm afraid it's not your illusion."

"There's also skydiving and leech juice..."

"These ingredients have never been used in the formulas Harry has researched."

"That's probably not some magic potion that cures werewolves."

The several materials they can smell all have exhilarating or hallucinogenic effects.