Hogwarts' Golden Glory

Lupin took the bottle, took a deep breath, and drank it all in one gulp.

The changes came more drastically than expected.

His bones made a teeth-grinding "crunching" sound.

Gray hair covered his entire body like a tide.

It couldn't help but let out a wolf howl!

"Awooo—wooo—"

However, the pupils remain round like a human's, rather than the vertical pupils of a wolf.

"It seems like it could work..."

Lupin spoke up immediately.

Snape's teacup hovered in mid-air, a rare display of genuine shock on his face: "...Merlin's stockings."

Lucius Malfoy was engrossed in a wonderful dream.

He dreamed that he was elected Minister of Magic.

Fudge wiped his shoes while weeping bitterly.

Arthur Weasley was forced to publish "Ten Arguments for the Superiority of Pure Blood" on the front page of The Daily Prophet.

Sudden--

"Crunch—crunch—crunch—"

A strange sound, like bones being forcibly broken, came from downstairs.

Lucius's eyelid twitched.

"Awooo—wooo—"

His eyes snapped open.

Narcissa rolled over beside him and asked sleepily, "Darling, are you practicing werewolf language?"

Lucius suddenly awoke with a start: "Wasn't it you?"

He lifted the silk quilt and said to the air, "Dobby."

"Snapped!"

House-elves don't just appear out of thin air.

He was also holding a silver teapot in his hand.

Professor Snape just asked him to get some water.

"Dobby!" Lucius whispered, "Why are there wolves howling in the manor?!"

Dobby's ears twitched: "Y-because Master Kane is back—"

Lucius's expression froze.

Kane? Isn't he at school?

Could it be that he was fired?

No, he has to get to the bottom of this. He's a school board member! How could they expel his son?!

"—To conduct scientific experiments," Dobby added.

Lucius: "...Kane's back? In my basement? Conducting experiments??"

Dobby whispered through the crack in the teapot, "Professor Snape is here too."

Lucius took a deep breath.

They might be conducting some kind of magic potion experiment.

Perhaps that sound was the scream of a mandrake!

"Lead the way." He drew his snake-headed staff. "I want to see what my son is up to."

How can this be? They finally came back, and they didn't even come to see the two of them.

When Lucius, dressed in a bathrobe, gracefully pushed open the laboratory door.

The sight before him petrified him instantly—

His son, Kane.

He was holding a silver needle and enthusiastically poking at a werewolf's arm.

He was muttering terrifying things like, "This muscle density is enough to challenge a troll."

Severus Snape sat in his dragon-skin chair, which cost 300 Galleons.

I recorded data while drinking tea.

It felt as if what I was seeing wasn't a werewolf but a regular potions class assignment.

That werewolf—Merlin!—actually turned his head.

He looked at him with a pair of round, human eyes, and then...

He started speaking.

"Good evening, Mr. Malfoy."

Werewolf Lupin politely said, "I'm sorry to disturb your rest."

Lucius Malfoy, the pride of purebloods!

I feel a wave of dizziness right now.

His mind raced through three possibilities:

1. He was dreaming (but the pain of hitting the door frame felt very real).

2. He went mad (but Narcissa would probably have gone mad before him).

3. His son really did keep a talking werewolf in the basement.

Kane turned around, revealing a docile smile: "Father! You've come at the perfect time! We're testing a new formula for the wolfsbane potion—"

Lucius raised his trembling hand: "Stop."

He slowly took a step back.

Close the door.

Then open it again—

The werewolf is still there.

Snape even raised his teacup to him: "Would you like some tea, Lucius? Though it might not be good for your sleep."

Lucius took a deep breath.

With all the elegance she possessed, she managed to utter one sentence: "...Don't dirty the Persian carpet."

Then he closed the door, turned around and left.

Kane's cheerful voice came from behind: "Goodnight, Father! Remember to drink some tranquilizers!"

Back in the room.

Narcissa, half-asleep, asked, "What's wrong, darling?"

Lucius climbed onto the bed expressionlessly: "Nothing much, Kane just tamed a werewolf downstairs."

"Oh." Narcissa rolled over. "Remember to feed him before putting him in the cage."

Lucius: "..."

He silently took a bottle of Flame Whisky from the bedside table.

He poured it directly into the bottle.

Early the next morning.

Dobby served breakfast to several people.

On the silver plate were perfectly seared ribs and moonflower salad.

And a pot of invigorating potion emitting an eerie green light, which was prepared especially for Lucius.

Narcissa gracefully sliced ​​the pork ribs.

She looked up and smiled: "Gentlemen, did you sleep well last night?"

Lupin paused slightly in his grip on the knife and fork: "Very...comfortable."

Actually, his bed was too soft, which made him, who had been used to sleeping on a hard bed for years, feel a little uncomfortable.

Snape poured three spoonfuls of espresso into his tea: "Comfortable? I hope your fur didn't fall onto the Malfoys' bed."

Lupin put down his napkin and looked sincerely at Kane: "I must say, your wolfsbane potion is a revolutionary breakthrough. For the first time in years, I did not feel weak after the full moon."

Kane smiled modestly: "Just some minor improvements—"

"Like turning werewolves into talking plush toys?"

Snape sneered, "Try giving it to trolls next time; maybe it'll teach them table manners."

Narcissa suddenly interjected, "Darling, have you and Snape considered applying for a patent?"

Lucius's previously listless eyes suddenly lit up.

He put down the bottle of energizing potion.

His voice was hoarse from a hangover: "Wait..."

All eyes turned to him.

"If this potion could keep the werewolf sane..."

Lucius tapped his fingertips lightly on the table. "Then let's say the other way around—"

Snape raised an eyebrow: "What are you trying to say, Lucius?"

"—If an ordinary person drinks it and then intentionally becomes infected with wolfsbane,"

Lucius's voice rose with excitement, "Wouldn't that give me the power of a werewolf without turning me insane?"

The restaurant fell into a deathly silence.

After all, werewolves have always been a symbol of danger, and nobody likes them.

Kane's fork froze in mid-air: "Father, you mean...?"

"We can rename it Werewolf Enhancer!" Lucius suddenly stood up, his hangover gone.

"Imagine—how much would the Auror army be willing to spend on 'temporary werewolf power'? What about Quidditch players?"

His eyes lit up. "We could even open a theme park—'Moonlit Werewolf Experience Center'! And have those werewolves work as waiters!"

Narcissa gently added, "Then you'd better remember to buy insurance for the tourists, darling."

Snape looked as if he were being held down while James and Lily kissed.

"...I'm going back to Hogwarts. This family is awful!"