What a hands-on approach.

Tonks' fists itched.

Is there anyone who does this? Without saying a word or warning, he let himself fall into hallucination. In the hallucination, Harry was not so mature and steady, he was just an ordinary Gryffindor, and Sirius did not grow up. He was the same after graduating from Hogwarts and he was still the same after he came out of Azkaban.

Sirius died in the turmoil at the Ministry of Magic.

Without the help of Harry and Sirius, her relationship with Lupin would not have been as close as it is now.

Lupin eventually died defending Hogwarts, and she lived alone.

Just thinking about this illusion made her feel heartbroken.

There is a crisp ticking sound.

Tiny ripples appeared, and the clear tears became transparent in an instant like diluted magic potion. All the complex scents also dissipated, leaving only a small mouthful, like mountain spring water.

Harry handed over the potion.

Lupin took it and drank it in one gulp without hesitation.

A marvelous light also appeared upon him.

A thick black mist rushed out from inside the body. It was huge, almost as tall as Lupin himself, with a slender waist. It turned around and held Lupin's head.

What an expression of mourning.

His eyebrows and facial features were all squeezed together, revealing the sadness and pain of the past thirty years from his dark eyes.

Lupin smiled his wolfish mouth.

He realized what was about to happen to him and whispered, "Goodbye, Remus."

The black fog and the wolf-headed man dissipated and turned into ashes in the blink of an eye.

The short and hard hair fell off, the ears shrank back and disappeared, and the bones were shattered. He gritted his teeth and gasped in pain. After all, it was something that had accumulated for more than 30 years, and it was pulled out in one go.

It only takes one bite to transform a human into a wolf.

It only takes a moment to transform from a wolf into a human.

With a howl and a sharp sound in the cage, Remus Lupin turned back into an adult, naked - all his clothes were torn to pieces during the transformation, and only the pocket that had been cast with the spell was still hanging around his waist.

Tonks looked over.

This is about future life.

Lupin covered himself: "Harry, clothes."

"No." Harry shook his head.

"I can share my robe with you." Tonks took off her outer robe, "Although it's tattered."

Lupin took it and quickly put it on: "Thank you."

But Tonks was not as tall as Lupin, so the robe that looked loose on her looked very restrictive on Lupin. It was too small and tightly bound his body, and the tail of the robe could only cover his knees.

Even funnier.

Tonks couldn't help herself and laughed loudly and unrestrainedly.

"Harry, I know you have clothes in your hat." Lupin grabbed the hem of the hat, trying to force it to grow a little longer.

Harry said nothing, but looked at him strangely.

Lupin gave him a strange look in return.

The omnipotent Harry whispered, "I thought you would know that you are no longer a werewolf and can use magic now."

Lupin finally reacted, he took out his wand from his pocket and waved it gently.

This worn, narrow robe immediately became close-fitting and comfortable.

"This makes me feel much more comfortable." Lupin stretched his limbs and let out a long breath. "Thank you, Harry, I..."

The lycanthropy has really been resolved.

Although... he watched Harry keep this matter in mind, and also watched how Harry pestered Snape to persuade the person who had the worst relationship with him to study this potion.

He did have a glimmer of hope.

But... the werewolf curse is longer than the history of Hogwarts and older than the legend of Merlin. No one knows the origin of werewolves, but there is no doubt that this is a difficult problem that has not been solved for thousands of years.

Maybe Harry could handle it.

But ten years, twenty years? Lupin believed Harry, but in his heart he expected twenty years, thirty years, or even longer.

Now resolved.

He also found true love.

This made him feel like a poor boy who suddenly became a millionaire, an unexpected and dreamy feeling.

Harry waved his hand: "You should thank Tonks. As for me... Uncle Remus, we are family."

Lupin swallowed back the hypocritical words he wanted to say next, nodded, and smiled brightly: "What should we do with these werewolves?"

"Stay here until dawn." Harry shook his head and waved his wand again.

Separate the werewolves that are trapped together.

In the cage, they were restless and couldn't help biting and fighting each other.

"Aunt Tonks, please notify the Ministry of Magic," Harry said softly, "and ask them to send someone to watch over them for me. I will come back after daybreak to take away the people I want to take away."

He emphasized the last sentence a little more.

Tonks nodded and pulled out the two-way mirror.

The person contacted by this mirror is Scrimgeour.

She told Scrimgeour the news, which gave the young minister a headache - ordinary departments were not able to meet Harry's needs. They were understaffed and not professional enough. The Department of Magical Law Enforcement had to do it, but this department was now greatly influenced by Thicknesse.

But the truth is unexpected.

Thicknesse agreed without any hesitation, and even though Scrimgeour was worried that he would do something tricky, he agreed to his request to lead the team himself.

Wait for the Aurors to arrive.

Harry and his friends Apparated from Hogsmeade back to the castle.

Flitwick led the two of them to the infirmary.

Harry walked towards Snape's office.

He knocked on the door and walked in without waiting for a response.

"Mr. Potter." Snape put down the notes in his hand and said impatiently, "I don't think I gave you detention this semester."

"We've found a way to cure lycanthropy," Harry said softly.

Snape was startled and narrowed his eyes: "Did Slughorn find it?"

Harry shook his head, "No, it was a very unexpected situation."

He paused for a moment and said, "Remember this year is the werewolf gathering that Crouch mentioned?"

Snape glanced at the calendar, which still showed October 19th. He thought for a moment, waved his wand, tore off the first few pages, revealing today's date, and nodded.

"Tonks was bitten by a werewolf," Harry narrated simply, "and when Lupin fed her medicine, he mixed his tears into it, and the lycanthropy was cured."

"Werewolf's tears?" Snape immediately asked.

But they tried this material and it was of no use.

Harry shook his head: "No, they are the tears of a lover."

Snape was startled.

Harry went on: "The magic of love, something Albus always talks about."

He paused again.

Recite the most well-known oath.

“No matter poverty, illness, hardship, pain, or wealth, health, happiness, or joy, I will always be with you for the rest of my life.”

"Thus, the curse placed on the body was removed."

Snape remained silent and said nothing.

"I'm almost twenty," Harry began, saying this for no apparent reason.

Snape still said nothing.

Harry added, "I'm planning to publish it in Potions, Professor. Do you want to sign it?"

"Potions" is a magazine about the magical world. Its existence is similar to that of "Transfiguration Today". Both are top magazines in their corresponding fields.

"You should have Lupin and Tonks sign it." Snape sneered, mercilessly, "Think carefully with your empty **** brain. Crouch has always suspected me. By doing this, aren't you giving him evidence?"

"There are still some things that need to be summarized." Harry said softly, "I don't have much experience."

Snape knocked on the table impatiently: "Mr. Potter, although I have been your Potions professor for five years, I would like you to open your eyes immediately. Isn't your vision very sharp? Look at this class schedule, and then use your brain to think carefully, who is your current Potions professor?"

Harry said nothing.

Snape waved his hand: "Thank God, I'm finally out of this matter, Mr. Potter, get out of my office now!"

"Let me prepare for tomorrow's class in peace."

"It's Friday," Harry reminded him.

Snape gritted his teeth: "Then prepare for next week's class!"

"Get out!"

"Ten points to Gryffindor!"

Harry left the office, and just as the door was about to close completely, he pushed it open a crack and poked his head in: "Professor, I'm almost twenty years old."

"Gryffindor, deduct twenty points!" The only response he got was Snape's cold and ruthless deduction of points.

Harry leaves.

Snape sat in the chair in a daze for a long time, then lowered his head. The notes in front of him were Slughorn's research ideas on lycanthropy. The ideas of the two potion masters collided with each other, creating intense sparks.

But no one expected it.

The most critical and core thing is not some specific material, but just an empty emotion.

"Love is the oldest and most powerful magic." Dumbledore's words rang in his ears. He had said this more than once.

Snape never quite believed it.

Dumbledore's power, Voldemort's power, and Harry's power all come from various spells, skills, and knowledge.

But now...

It exists clearly.

Snape raised his hand stiffly, found his own recipe, and wrote a crooked four-letter word on the last line.

Lupin becomes human, and Tonks is his antidote.

He was clean and no longer affected by lycanthropy.

Snape dropped his quill, bent down, and opened the last drawer, where two clean photo frames lay.

In one photo frame was a photo of Lily when she was young.

In one of the photo frames was a painting. It was Harry's memory of Lily in her wedding dress, and he had copied it using magic. There was only Lily, with nothing else to distract the eye.

He certainly understood why Harry emphasized his age.

Can……

Mild toxicity can be treated with fecal stone.

A slightly stronger poison can be a universal antidote.

But there is only one antidote for the poison that has been brewing, settling and fermenting for decades from time, life, longing and regret.

Snape stared blankly until dawn.