While Snape was in a daze.

Harry knocked on Slughorn's office door.

He opened the door and looked at the person outside, a little flustered: "Oh, Harry, why are you here?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he realized that his statement seemed a little too impolite, and quickly added: "I mean, today is only Friday."

Lockdown is Tuesday.

It was only October, and Slughorn was already regretting agreeing to Harry's request.

Haha, he finally understood why Professor McGonagall recommended him so eagerly, and why the other professors were so anxious for him to put Mr. Potter in detention as soon as possible.

Everyone is waiting to see them make a fool of themselves!

It was clearly agreed that the detention would only last until the end of curfew, but... it was considered early to send Harry away at twelve o'clock. We were usually busy until one or two in the morning, and sometimes even until dawn.

Slughorn looked at Harry uncomfortably.

Does that mean he's going to be put in detention on Fridays too?

I am an old man over a hundred years old, but I really can't hold on any longer.

"I'm not here to give you detention." Harry shook his head, his tone gentle.

Slughorn breathed a sigh of relief.

Harry continued, "I now know how to cure lycanthropy."

Slughorn nodded perfunctorily. He was now filled with joy that Harry was not here to put him in detention. "Well, that's great. Congratulations..."

He was a little slow to react before he finished reading the word "Harry". He stared at the owner of this name with wide eyes in surprise: "What did you say? Lycanthropy has been cured?"

Harry nodded.

"Really?" Slughorn asked incredulously.

Harry nodded again.

"How did you do that?" Slughorn made way for Harry. He didn't want Harry to set foot in his office at all. As long as he let him in, Slughorn would feel that he was being "defiled" again.

But… this news is different.

Harry, defile me tonight.

"It's the magic of love," Harry said simply, as he walked in and spoke to Slughorn.

and Snape, who focuses on "love".

Compared with Slughorn, Harry's expression is more inclined to "magical theory", but "love" is something that cannot be explained by a few magical theories.

When Harry finished speaking, Slughorn even suspected that Harry was drunk and came here to amuse himself.

It wasn't until Harry took him to the school infirmary and saw Lupin chatting and laughing freely with Madam Pomfrey in the moonlight that he really dared to believe it.

Tonight.

The tone of Hogwarts seems to be "sleepless".

Tonks and Lupin chatted all night, telling each other everything they had known each other for so long that they hardly noticed the dawn until Madam Pomfrey yelled, ending the night's observation and forcing them to go to bed.

Slughorn and Harry were awake too.

They study how to write a paper.

The word "love" is so simple and yet so great that it gives Slughorn a headache.

His mood was also complicated.

He was happy that he witnessed the emergence of a new Potions Master with his own eyes, but sad that his help to Harry was almost minimal. Most of the preliminary work was done by Snape, and the key "lover's tears" had nothing to do with him. His greatest contribution seemed to be to help Harry complete this paper.

After daybreak, they mailed the paper.

Harry returned to North Yorkshire.

Scrimgeour yawned and heard the sound of an Apparition Charm in the distance. His ears twitched slightly and he turned his head alertly to look over.

It was Harry and Professor Flitwick.

This made him feel relieved, and he went up to him: "Harry, you're back?"

Harry nodded and looked at the cage, "They haven't turned back into adults yet?"

Scrimgeour spread his hands. "Well, I don't know what's going on."

"We asked a doctor from St. Mungo's to come and take a look. It should be due to the potion, as well as some psychological and emotional factors. They haven't transformed back yet. But it will probably take at most an hour. Their physical strength and energy can't keep up, and they will turn back into humans."

"How are Tonks and Lupin?"

Harry smiled and replied, "Madam Pomfrey scolded them all night long for only talking about love, which affected the little wizard too much."

Scrimgeour laughed too.

"Has the werewolf been identified?" Harry continued to look at the cage.

He noticed that the aura of several werewolves had begun to distort, transforming between human and wolf.

Scrimgeour's smile froze. "The Ministry of Magic only records werewolves' identities as humans, not what they look like as werewolves. And... these werewolves all look the same."

"Teeth, color, tail length." Harry shook his head. "These are all very different."

Scrimgeour curled his lips.

Not everyone is Potter and has such keen observation skills.

"Let's not talk about that. How is the Ministry of Magic doing recently?" Harry withdrew his gaze. Those auras were not stable enough, but it would indeed take as long as Scrimgeour said to completely transform back from a werewolf.

Scrimgeour looked gloomy and shook his head. "Not very good."

"I was hoping that Thickness would offend you severely this time, but he's not that stupid. He seemed to have anticipated your arrival half an hour ago and went back to the Ministry with an excuse."

Harry nodded.

“In about a month or two, this matter will be almost settled.” Scrimgeour sighed. “Those pure-blood families are a tough nut to crack. They all want to avoid punishment as much as possible.”

He said, looking at Harry cautiously.

There is also some tentative meaning.

Harry said expressionlessly: "We are all adults and should be responsible for what we have done."

"Wait until the last two pieces are found and there's one little problem to solve. If that doesn't work, I don't mind using my own method."

The attitude remains the same and has never changed.

Scrimgeour nodded. "Harry, I will do my best."

They chatted as time passed. The werewolves gradually turned back into humans and lay naked in the cages, their faces pale and their spirits low. The magic potion amplified their animal nature as well as their physical and mental exhaustion.

The Ministry of Magic got busy, checking identities.

After a short while, the identities of most of the werewolves were confirmed. These were all registered in the Werewolf Registry of the Ministry of Magic. According to the records, they were law-abiding ones. There were still twenty werewolves whose identities could not be confirmed.

Harry waved his wand.

The iron cage was undone and turned back into mud and fell to the ground. After another rumbling sound, two simple houses appeared.

"Find the werewolves among the Death Eaters. I'll ask the twenty or so ones, and you'll be responsible for the rest." Harry said to Scrimgeour while waving his wand.

More than twenty werewolves, in a string, were dragged into one of the rooms by Harry.

Simon was awakened by a rush of stimulating, cool water.

He opened his eyes and his vision was blurry. After a while, only the vision of his left eye became clear. He could not see anything with his right eye and it was a little painful.

There was an extremely strong feeling of soreness in his body, which made him not want to move at all.

Nightmare...

I felt like I had a nightmare.

His left eye quickly caught sight of a person, and he immediately determined that this person was definitely not a werewolf. The robe was very exquisite, not luxurious, but it was also a high-end product from the Tufan Clothing Store. A set cost more than ten Galleons, which was not something that "sub-humans" like them could afford.

He is handsome, with black hair, and I seem to have seen him somewhere.

A pair of golden vertical pupils...

Vertical pupils!

He immediately woke up. It was Potter, the famous Harry Potter.

"Are you awake?" His voice was as cold as his appearance and expression.

Simon turned his head to the side. There were more than twenty people lying beside him. All of them were injured to varying degrees like him. They were lying on the ground in a dishevel and naked.

"Now let me ask you a question," Harry said softly, "Which of you have had any contact with the Death Eaters?"

No one answered.

"Or rather, which ones are connected to Barty Crouch Jr?"

Still no one spoke.

Harry frowned and waved his wand, sending out a burst of sparks. "Don't force me to use Legilimency or Veritaserum. Stand out on your own."

"Potter, were you the one who attacked us last night?" A man raised his head with an indignant look in his eyes, "It's clear that last night we could all turn back into..."

"You should be thankful that I came last night." Harry interrupted him, "otherwise not only would you not turn back into an adult, you would also turn into a corpse, the kind that stinks outside."

The man was stunned.

Simon and more werewolves were also stunned.

They did not doubt Harry's words. The wounds on their bodies were the best proof - they were werewolves, experienced werewolves, and they could tell whether the wounds on their bodies were caused by werewolves or by curses.

"The potion that Crouch gave you is a potion that catalyzes bestiality," Harry continued, "making you go crazy and then kill each other."

"I don't know what his purpose is, but the result is inevitable."

Several werewolves fell silent.

More people became angry, chattering, denouncing and cursing.

"Thanks to you, I have already made a potion for how a werewolf can turn into a human." Harry waved his hand and conjured up a stool for himself. "There is no one kind, or any kind of material, or magic that can cure lycanthropy. The only way to dispel it is with true love. Nothing else can do it."

"Think about it carefully."

"Perhaps Crouch promised you that Voldemort would give you a lot."

"But can that thing created by aphrodisiacs give you true love?"

"Stand up yourself, don't let me do it."

The words fell quietly, and there was silence.

After a long while, a werewolf raised his hand tremblingly: "I... I used to be a werewolf following the Dark Lord, no, following the You-Know-Who."

"But it wasn't me who was in charge of contacting Crouch."

Several werewolves also raised their hands.

"Who is it?" Harry asked.

The werewolf tilted his head, moving from body to body, and then shook his head: "He, he is not in this room."