allendalepharm Chapter 338 The Wedding Room: Snape and the Werewolf's Hair
Chapter 338 The Wedding Room: Snape and the Werewolf's Hair
Chapter 338 The Wedding Room: Snape and the Werewolf's Hair
This concludes our adventure.
It was an adventurous journey that was rewarding for everyone, but upon their return, Sirius always looked at Lupin with a somewhat awkward gaze.
Upon his return, Lockhart habitually began to record this time-traveling adventure as his own magical notebook.
Perhaps this will serve as supporting material for a certain magical treatise, or perhaps it will be the source material for another adventure magic book series.
At this moment, the fairy who died unjustly is brewing tea for him; she has recently researched a great flower tea recipe.
The winged demon hung upside down on the pen holder, munching on the memory stone Lockhart had brought from time. The little golden retriever was playing with Boggart, who had transformed into another little golden retriever.
For a time, life was peaceful and serene.
In the long river of time, the ghost ship gently sways on the surface of the river, with a blood-red cloak fluttering around it.
Lupin and Tonks ran over and knocked on the door of his mushroom house.
"You don't need to explain to me." Lockhart suppressed a laugh. To be honest, he could sense the subtle awkwardness among them when they returned.
"Oh, no!" Tonks blushed, then eagerly pulled out her Auror-specific tactical pouch.
"We've gained some unexpected things in this adventure, and I don't know if we should take them back. Lupin keeps advising me not to take these things from time, but then I think about our lives going forward—"
Their future life together may not receive as many blessings, given their significant age gap, but with sufficient funds, some difficulties can always be overcome.
Wow~
As the tactical belt tipped over, the golden Galleons poured down like an ocean.
It contains not only Galleons, but also silver siekos of even smaller denominations, and even bronze nats.
Besides these wizarding currencies, there were also some jewelry and precious ornaments, magical tools, spellbooks, cauldrons that looked to be of extremely high quality, and furniture so luxurious that it was made from wand materials.
Lockhart stared dumbfounded at the sight of the pile of stuff that nearly filled the entire mushroom house, yet still couldn't be emptyed. He was utterly astonished. "Did you guys rob Gringotts' vault?"
Tonks opened his tactical belt, peered inside with one eye wide, and said, "Only half came out; there's still at least half left."
"Merlin's Muggle-style pigtails!" Lockhart was genuinely stunned.
"Yes—" Tonks was about to say something when Lupin suddenly covered her mouth, shook his head at her, and said to Lockhart, "Please cast an undetectable spell!"
Lockhart understood, drew his wand and waved it, casting a World Island spell on the Mushroom House. He then nodded to them, "Don't worry, even divination can't know what happened or was said here."
Lupin then released Tonks's hand from his mouth, still somewhat nervously lowering his voice, "It's Voldemort, the wealth he amassed while working at Borgin Burke. I—we might have been a little greedy."
"Hey~" Tonks nudged Lupin with his elbow. "We're thwarting the big bad guy's evil plans, it's a righteous act!"
What a righteous act!
Lockhart could walk over, bend down and pick up a bronze nut from his feet. It would take 58 of these bronze nut (2 silver siecos) to buy a butterbeer at the tavern.
He could imagine how difficult it must have been for young Tom Riddle to accumulate this wealth, penny by penny.
puff~
He couldn't help but burst out laughing, "Hahahaha~~~~"
Such laughter relaxed Lupin and Tonks, who were extremely tense.
"We've made up our minds." Tonks looked incredibly reluctant. "If you're sure that doing this will affect some kind of—well—operation of time? Anyway, if it's not suitable, we've decided to put it back!"
Lupin looked at Tonks with satisfaction. Although the girl in front of him was eccentric and often seemed unreliable, she was truly generous. She would jump for joy when she gained something and accept it calmly when she lost it.
This temperament is really in line with his own.
Both energetic and composed.
So cute~
It's unclear whether Tonks would be willing to live at Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in France. As the "Head of the Inner Court," he has the authority to appoint some dueling instructors and even, with Lockhart's consent, to appoint dueling professors.
Lockhart carefully sensed the treasures with his wand, making sure that Voldemort had not cast any marking spells on them. He then took the tactical bag from Tonks, checked it for a while, and finally confirmed that there were no problems.
"Use them with peace of mind."
Clearly, young Tom lacked awareness of protecting his property, having just graduated at the time.
Many principles are useless if you just talk about them; you have to experience the pain to make them truly become instinctive behavioral norms.
To achieve true unity of knowledge and action.
Lockhart knew how insane Voldemort's methods of protecting the Horcruxes were afterward: concocting potions that even Dumbledore couldn't break, forcing people to drink them in agony, and the curse magic he placed on Gaunt's ring, which directly became one of the causes of Dumbledore's death.
"Great!" Tonks excitedly took the tactical pouch from Lockhart and happily hung it on his waist.
Lockhart smiled at the two of them, "Put them away."
Tonks shook his head, then subconsciously looked at Lupin, giving him a "you tell me" look.
"This part is for you, this is—"
Lupin stammered, too shy to even mention dividing the spoils. But given the involvement of the terrifying Dark Lord, they naturally needed Lockhart's protection, and this time-traveling adventure was only possible because of Lockhart.
"Shall we split it in half when we meet?" Lockhart chuckled, looked at their expressions, thought for a moment, and nodded. "Okay."
As he spoke, he gently waved his wand.
The Galleons, Silver Sikor, and Bronze Nat on the ground flew rapidly toward the shelf next to them like a dragon sucking water.
A suitcase on the shelf opened, and one by one, neatly arranged currencies flew inside.
Then there were the magic books, neatly arranged on the desk beside me.
"I do need some funds to keep a few projects running, so I'll take this portion."
"The fact that he has collected these magic books shows that they are extremely valuable. After I have read and copied them, I will return the originals to you."
Lockhart gestured to the remaining magical items, cauldrons, and furniture, saying, "You can take the rest back."
"But—" Tonks opened her mouth, wanting to coolly say something like, "Hey, what I give away, I don't take back," but she always felt pressured in front of Lockhart, this big shot.
In the end, Lupin pulled her to take these things back.
Lockhart stood smiling to the side. "I won't accept your gifts for nothing. I recently bought a building on the banks of the Thames. If you'd like, I can give you one of the apartments as your marital home."
pat~
Tonks dropped the cauldron in her hands, her face flushed crimson, and she stammered, repeating the word that had caught her off guard, "Wedding...wedding room?"
Lupin, standing to the side, looked even more chaotic.
Lohat nodded. "That used to be the headquarters of a bank. Some floors were sold for residential use. I've seen it. The people who lived there were very willing to spend money on renovations. Now that all the property rights have been taken back, I'll just consider it as you buying a unit from me."
Lupin and Tonks left in a rather disheveled state.
They were clearly still a bit overwhelmed by the topic.
Perhaps Lockhart brought it up a bit too early.
They still have many more challenges to face, but fortunately Lupin has the courage to face life's adventures, and Tonks is even more passionate.
Lockhart smiled as he watched their retreating figures, then returned to his desk to organize his manuscript.
He had so many ideas he wanted to write down, especially some of his thoughts on Transfiguration, and planned to go to Dumbledore for advice after he had sorted them out.
However, not long after, someone knocked on the door again.
It's Hermione Granger.
"Professor Lockhart!" she exclaimed excitedly. "Professor Snape is planning to give a lecture, supposedly about your theories on fairy tale adventures. Would you like to attend?"
Lockhart was taken aback, then asked with a smile, "You've never been interested in Professor Snape's classes before."
Hermione shrugged helplessly. "People always realize the value of something only after they've lost it. Of course, I'm not saying Professor Slughorn is bad, but Professor Snape's lessons are clearly more innovative."
Professor Slughorn, the Potions professor whom Dumbledore rehired after Professor Snape left, was an extremely learned professor who had previously taught Voldemort.
However, compared to Professor Snape, who extensively revised textbook content and even compiled a Potions textbook used by several major magic schools last year, Professor Slughorn's teachings seem a bit too conventional and outdated.
And he especially liked to talk about bloodline theory.
"About fairy tale adventure theory?" Lockhart seemed intrigued. "Like potions?"
Hermione nodded, and seeing the professor tidying up his things on the table and standing up, she happily began to tell him, "At first he only wanted to give Ron a private lesson, but later he also invited Harry and Malfoy to audit the classes."
"Then everyone else got alerted, and the members of the dueling club all came over. In the end, I don't know how, the news spread throughout the school, and now everyone is rushing to the Great Hall. It's said that students from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang have also come to listen in—"
This is the second masterclass given by a big name during the tournament, after Dumbledore.
When Lockhart arrived at the school's main hall, he found that not only the students were there, but even the professors had come to listen in. In addition, professors, Aurors, and reporters from the two schools participating in the competition were all present.
He looked around and sat down next to Dumbledore and Grindelwald. The place seemed a bit empty; clearly, no one dared to squeeze in with these two big shots.
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"You bear the lingering scent of time." Grindelwald looked Lockhart up and down. "Young man, I advise you not to trust magic too much; it might inadvertently devour you."
Lockhart grinned. "Isn't this the fate of adventure? Either you become the hero who reaps the dragon's treasure, or you die inside the dragon's belly."
die?
He wasn't afraid at all.
He only craves passion.
How could I possibly give up the thrill of time travel?
Grindelwald raised an eyebrow and said in a low voice, "I just sensed that Tom's future has changed. Is that your doing?"
Albus and I were both terrified.
"Is it good or bad?" Lockhart asked, full of curiosity.
If time is the past, then prophecy and seizing these things represent the future, an area he is not good at.
"There's no such thing as good or bad; that's a very naive standard of judgment," Grindelwald retorted.
They quickly stopped talking because Professor Snape on the stage had begun to deliver the lesson.
There's an old saying in the wizarding world: magic chooses wizards, and wizards choose magic.
"Every wizard has their own talents and inclinations, which you probably already had a basic understanding of when you chose your wands. And afterwards—"
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"All of life's experiences subtly change us as individuals, and even our souls, leading us to develop certain inclinations and choices."
Explaining theory to Barbara was a very boring thing. Snape remembered Lockhart helping him revise the Potions textbook by adding a case study.
"When I was in school, I had a classmate named Peter Pettigrew. He was very timid and cowardly."
"Unsurprisingly, he is indeed very skilled at magic that allows him to hide and protect himself. He has mastered illusion spells, invisibility spells, and healing potions very well."
Snape looked at the young wizards below the stage. "So, what kind of magic is he best at?"
"The answer is interesting. He is best at all kinds of explosive, dazzling, powerful and eye-catching magic, such as the Thunder Explosion Spell and the Fire Spell."
Snape's voice had an inherent detached coldness, and his tone always carried a subtle, almost imperceptible, mockery.
But it didn't matter; what he said quickly captured everyone's attention.
"The desire to be unnoticed, yet the yearning to be the center of everyone's attention—life is always full of such contradictions. But it is in this tug-of-war that the power of magic is born."
This is an explanation of one's own magical philosophy.
It is also an analysis of one's own life.
Snape's gaze became like a dark, deep pool, yet also seemed to shimmer and ripple.
"Therefore, for all those students who are still confused after listening to Professor Dumbledore's lecture on control in the last class, here's another option: when you can't reach the extreme, try to feel the tension between two extremes. In fact, this is the norm in life."
Between social anxiety and being a normal person, I chose the magical path of being a normal person.
"However, life is usually too mundane."
Snape gazed wistfully into the distance, "And it is often accompanied by troubles and difficulties that we cannot handle, we often make a mess of things and are powerless to change it."
"What should we do?"
"Professor Lockhart offered a solution: to actively approach magic."
"By combining the journey of life with magical adventures, we can put ourselves in a state where we constantly need magic, thereby changing our mundane lives and bringing more magical possibilities. We can also actively seek the help of magic to solve problems that seem insurmountable to us."
"Therefore, I would advise those of you born into pure-blood families who have started secretly experimenting with Muggle items, as well as pure-blood, half-blood, and Muggle wizards from Muggle society—"
Snape looked at everyone and said, "Don't rely on the ease and enjoyment that Muggle technology brings. Use the Cleaning Charm more and the Washing Machine less. Use the Flying Broom and Floo Network more and the Muggle Car less."
"See, a magical life can sometimes be this simple."
"You will soon feel magic return to your hands, unlike many middle-aged wizards who have settled into a mundane life, where magic seems to have completely left them."
Snape stroked his wand. "Now that we know this principle, we can try to take it a step further."
"That is to create adventure, to treat many things in life as adventures, and to make your magical life more romantic like a fairy tale."
"At this moment—"
"You will be surprised to find that magic becomes free and romantic in your hands."
"You will also be surprised to find that your originally dull and mundane life has begun to become free and romantic."
"The two complement each other so well."
"When magic comes alive in your soul, the magic in your hands will also become vibrant, and you will begin to walk a magical path that is uniquely your own."
"The above is my personal experience verifying Professor Lockhart's theory that magic is the most romantic fairy tale."
Snape knew the young wizards had a lot to discuss, so he stood quietly and patiently waited for the rustling sounds below to subside before continuing his story.
His tone was so sincere, as if he were talking to himself.
"If you are looking for practical ways to enhance your own abilities, rather than stopping at learning some seemingly powerful magical concepts, please continue to follow my line of thought and put them into real practice."
As he pondered, he paced back and forth on the platform, his voice becoming light and relaxed.
"Magic has always been synonymous with mystery, wonder, and marvel."
"When we truly step into a magical adventure, seeking the romance of fairy tales, we will discover that it is not about performing a play according to a script, but rather it contains a mysterious, incredible, and wondrous power that appears naturally!"
Lockhart succinctly described it as, "Stepping into the romance of a fairy tale, magic naturally unfolds," which is accurate, but it's difficult for most people to grasp the deeper meaning from that statement.
Specifically—
Snape's lips curled slightly. "When I tried to use this theory, and tried to immerse myself in the romance of fairy tales, I found that potion-making, which I had never dared to imagine before and which I could not do at my current level, was easily accomplished."
"It appeared in my hands like magic!"
"I concocted the potion to break Voldemort's Horcrux magic with such ease."
"My initial feeling was that it was a tough challenge," but looking back, I realized I hadn't experienced any major failures in this supposedly difficult challenge; it was as if some kind of magic was helping me.
Snape recounted this astonishing discovery: "When you embark on a great adventure, you will have the opportunity to unleash magical effects you cannot normally unleash, and you will have the opportunity to concoct potions you could never normally concoct."
"And it will appear in a natural way."
Just like when Harry, Meghan, and Hermione went on an adventure, Hermione was preparing the extremely difficult Polyjuice Potion. This even included stealing potion ingredients from the professor's office and the extremely complicated brewing process. Every step seemed dangerous, but miraculously, not a single problem occurred.
"To ensure my understanding is correct, I've decided to verify it again!"
Snape stopped, a slight smile playing on his lips, and pulled two vials of potion from his pocket, placing them on the owl-shaped platform. "And so I created this potion, one that surpasses all my previous abilities."
"Anyone dare to come up and try?"
Although they were asked who, the young wizards of the Duel Club all looked at Ron.
Ron looked at the potion on the podium, its purpose unknown, and pointed to himself with some fear. "Me?"
"Of course it's you!" Draco said from the side. "Professor Snape was going to give you a lesson, and if you don't step up and support him now, don't expect him to be willing to teach you next time!"
Harry encouraged him from the side, "Dude, be brave, go for it!"
Ok.
Ok.
God knows why Professor Snape took a liking to me.
Ron felt he was so ordinary, at least in Potions, that he was not worthy of Snape's attention at all.
He raised his hand, and with Snape giving him a slight nod of approval, he gracefully walked onto the stage and approached the professor.
Snape picked up a vial of medicine from the podium. Even though it was corked, it still emitted a strong, foul stench, somewhat like overcooked cabbage.
"This is a modified compound decoction; its effect is to transform you into a different person."
Snape took a glass bottle out of his pocket, drew his wand, and gently made a hair float out from a pile of hairs inside, letting it fall into the bottle.
Then he gestured to Ron, "Now, it's your turn to take an adventure."
Ron's face scrunched up like an orange peel as he reluctantly picked up the medicine bottle and peered inside. It was sticky and disgusting.
He forced himself to swallow it down, barely managing to vomit it back up.
Yu retched a few times, then touched himself somewhat fearfully, not noticing no change. He looked at Professor Snape with some confusion, "What are the effects of the improvement?"
Snape gave him a look of utter disdain, as if he were a fool. "Isn't it too late to ask now?"
Yes.
It's too late.
Ron suddenly burped, and in that burp he felt as if his whole body became fluffy, and it felt like there was a little mouse darting around inside his head.
This feeling —
Lupin, who was extremely familiar with this magical aura, suddenly stood up, his expression changing.
Ron was rapidly transforming, growing a large amount of hair, his body swelling to the point of tearing his clothes, sharp nails growing from his fingers, and his head protruding forward, growing terrifying fangs.
"Werewolf!" many young wizards exclaimed.
“Yes, a werewolf.” Snape reached out and took the potion bottle from Ron’s hand, holding it up to show everyone. “I call it the Three-Hour Werewolf Transformation Potion.” It can transform a person into a werewolf without any side effects, without infectivity, and without the wolfsbane-induced blood changes, and its effects last for three hours.
Immediately, the entire auditorium erupted in noise.
Everyone stared in amazement at Ron beside the professor, who was rapidly transforming into a werewolf and frantically touching his body.
"and----"
Snape gently placed the medicine bottle on the table, elegantly gesturing to Ron behind him without even turning around, "It's a werewolf who has retained human intelligence."
"Cool!" George exclaimed, his eyes fixed on the podium.
"Dude, we should have gone up there just now, it was so much fun!" Fred's eyes lit up.
This is what they wanted. Yes, it's a prank, but something beyond a prank.
"The point isn't preserving intelligence!" Hermione clearly grasped the crux of the matter. "Non-infectious, no side effects, Merlin's golden false teeth—this will drive the entire wizarding world mad!"
Yes, this could even be called a werewolf army potion!
At least that's what Grindelwald thought; he watched the scene with such eagerness and delight.
Wonderful, absolutely wonderful!
The wizards have finally set off again. With Muggles frantically developing technology and nations investing the lion's share of their revenue in weapons research, the wizards have finally begun their own progress.
"Incredible!" Lockhart exclaimed in amazement, calling out to Snape on the stage, "Can you tell me how you did that?"
"Of course!" Snape gestured for the boisterous crowd to quiet down.
"Wizards familiar with Polyjuice Potion know that when a wizard dies after using Polyjuice Potion, he will retain the appearance of the person he was in the transformed state, and no detection magic will be able to detect the problem."
"This inevitably raises a question—if one becomes someone else after using the compound potion, does one's own magical bloodline also change?"
"If that's true, could it be used as a means of borrowing magical bloodlines?"
Snape looked at Voldemort in the corner with malice. He knew that the other man had accomplished something amazing, gaining the Phoenix Affinity magical bloodline of the Dumbledore family within his body.
He didn't know how Voldemort did it, but the price must have been high.
Now, he can accomplish this with just one bottle of medicine.
"After experimenting, my answer is yes, it is the alteration of magical bloodlines that has completely transformed the wizard into a different person."
"Then the question arises: is it possible to not completely transform into that person, but simply change only one's magical bloodline? Could it even go further and make it permanent?"
When Snape mentioned this, the expressions of the purebloods around him, who had always been proud of their magical bloodline, completely changed.
This is a desecration of bloodlines.
This is a mockery of all purebloods!
The ultimate mockery!
What you are proud of, I can have easily obtained without paying a price!
If he really succeeds and completes the task with mass-producible potions, wouldn't their bloodline purity, which they have maintained at the enormous cost of producing a large number of mentally challenged offspring, become a joke?
They were eager to know if that damn Snape had succeeded.
If it really happens—
Do they really have any way to resist this achievement? Do they really have the power to smear it as so-called dark magic, and then push the Ministry of Magic to restrict, ban, and destroy the formula?
Unfortunately, Snape only gave a mysterious smile and did not continue the conversation.
Hey, I'm not going to say.
Let you disgusting purebloods scratch your heads all you want!
"I quickly set my sights on the most useful and unique magical bloodline, Wolfsbane."
"When I considered the transmission of wolfsbane as a persistent compound decoction, all my ideas opened up."
"The wolfsbane flares up when the key ingredient of the potion, the full moon, comes into play, completing the transformation of the entire compound potion."
"Without the necessary ingredient for the potion, the Night of the Full Moon, the Polyjuice Potion loses its effectiveness, and the werewolf reverts to a wizard."
"I've grasped this key point —"
Snape reached for another potion on the table, held it up, and gestured for everyone to look. "Here it is."
"Based on the three-hour werewolf experience potion, this is a further improvement, becoming a 24-hour werewolf experience potion that allows for self-controlled transformation and reversion to the original body, without the need to add any additional werewolf hair."
"So, who wants to come up and give it a try?"
As soon as the words were spoken, two excited children shouted, "Me! Me! Me!" and pushed past the people around them, running wildly toward the stage.
It was George and Fred.
"Half the dose will only last for less than 10 hours." Snape smiled and handed them the vial, meaning they could each take half.
What are we waiting for?
George excitedly took the potion and gulped it down, then shoved the bottle into Fred's hands, eagerly awaiting the changes in his body.
After a while, three werewolves suddenly appeared on the stage.
Two werewolves, who were clearly more unruly, pulled another werewolf, who looked embarrassed and somewhat bewildered, and started jumping around on it, shouting excitedly.
Snape smiled, put away the potion bottle, and walked off the stage. He knew he had said everything he needed to say.
But as he passed by Harry Potter, he mischievously reminded him, "If you don't want your friends to be running around naked, you'd better keep an eye on the time for them; three hours isn't a long time."
This isn't a Transfiguration spell like Animagus that can change clothes along with a wand; it's a transformation of the body. The clothes had already been stretched to a breaking point during the transformation.
However, he didn't need to remind him at all.
Ron immediately realized this terrible problem.
because----
George and Fred began to experiment with the effects of this potion, which was touted as an improved version that could be controlled autonomously.
Then they transformed back into human form, completely naked, in front of the entire school.
The reporters frantically raised their magic cameras and excitedly captured this moment that was destined to be recorded in the history of magic.
"Awoo~~"
George and Fred screamed more like werewolves than werewolves themselves.
Snape stepped down from the platform, a smug grin spreading across his face as he whispered a sarcastic remark to Mr. Filch, the castle keeper, with whom he was on good terms. "As if anyone can't play a prank," he said.
Filch laughed heartily, tears welling in his eyes, feeling an immense sense of satisfaction. "Yes, a great prank, Mr. Snape!"