Hogwarts' Golden Glory

He pointed to the blood sample under the microscope: "Look here. Under moonlight, Greyback's blood cells split into two completely different forms—one like werewolf cells, aggressive; the other like vampire cells, absorptive. But the two types of cells cannot coexist and will attack each other. Voldemort's potion only forcibly glued them together, like using cheap glue to stick porcelain."

Lupin leaned closer to examine it, his expression turning serious: "So, during the full moon, the moonlight stimulated the werewolf cells, causing the balance to be disrupted..."

"And so the porcelain shattered." Kane nodded. "Voldemort's experiment failed, but he obtained valuable data. He'll improve next time. We need to know his direction so we can prevent it in advance."

He paused, then continued, "Moreover, Graybury's existence serves as a warning to others. Look at those who once followed him—now that they see Graybury as he is, would they still desire 'perfect power'?"

Lupin was silent for a moment, then sighed. "You're right. But I still have to say... it's cruel, Kane. You're using a living person as a specimen and a teaching tool."

"Greyborough is no longer 'human,'" Kane said calmly. "Ever since he betrayed the entire tribe for power, ever since he forced others to be his experimental subjects. He is now merely... a phenomenon to be studied."

Lupin did not refute. He knew Kane was right, but that calm, almost ruthless logic still made him uncomfortable.

The second thing was to improve the mass production and disseminate information about wolfsbane medicine.

Kane set up a simple alchemy workshop in the camp warehouse. He taught Lupin the complete alchemy process and selected two intelligent young werewolves—a male werewolf named "Sauron" who had a background in potion-making; and a female werewolf named "Lina" who had exceptionally steady hands and was skilled in delicate operations.

"The recipe itself isn't difficult," Kane said during the third day of instruction. "The difficulty lies in the timing and dosage of the magic infusion. Moonstone powder must be added after the evening primrose extract has completely dissolved but before it cools down; adding it too early will cause it to crystallize, and adding it too late will render it ineffective. Unicorn hair extract needs to be diluted three hundred times; a single drop of the undiluted solution can ruin an entire batch of potions."

Soren and Lina diligently took notes. Kane gave each of them a recipe written in ancient runes—a script inherently magical, requiring a specific frequency to understand, serving as the first layer of protection.

The second layer of protection is a magical contract of loyalty. Kane requires both of them to sign a contract before learning the recipe: they must not reveal the recipe, they must not alter the recipe without authorization, and they must not use it for commercial profit or to harm others. The price of breaking the contract is the loss of all related memories and the permanent loss of the ability to brew potions.

"This is very strict," Lina said hesitantly before signing.

"Because this power is too easily abused," Kane said frankly. "Imagine if the formula falls into the hands of black market dealers, they would sell it to desperate werewolves at exorbitant prices, or worse—enslave werewolves with a controlled version of the potion. I can't let that happen."

Soren was the first to sign the contract: "I understand. I have a sister, also a werewolf, who's hiding in East London, living like a rat every day. If this formula can help her... I'm willing to accept any conditions."

Lina eventually signed it.

Kane handed Lupin the first batch of thirty vials of potion: "These should last a month. I'll arrange the sourcing of the raw materials through the Malfoy family's business network—some rare materials can only be bought on the black market in Knockturn Alley, but I'll ensure the transactions are secure."

"Your father's side..." Lu Ping hesitated, then stopped.

"He knows part of it, but not all of it," Kane said. "The Malfoy family has many shady businesses, so having another secret supply chain for magical materials is nothing. In fact, it's to his advantage—if Voldemort investigates, he can say he was procuring materials for 'his master's experiments,' but most of them actually ended up with us."

Lupin had to admit that Kane had thought things through very thoroughly.

The third thing is to contact other werewolf groups.

At dawn on the fourth day, as the first group of werewolves began their journey toward Misty Valley via Igor's short-range teleportation and Moody's guided path, Kane found Lupin.

“We need to expand our network,” Kane said, unfolding a map of the British wizarding world marked with a dozen or so red dots. “These are the werewolf enclaves you mentioned. East London, the abandoned factories in Manchester, the dock warehouses in Liverpool, the underground tunnels in Edinburgh…”

Lupin nodded: "There are a dozen to several dozen werewolves in each place. But they are different from the Greyback tribe—they are more scattered, more vigilant, and more desperate. Many of them don't even know where they'll eat their next meal. If you talk to them about the 'New Order,' they might just think you're making empty promises."

"So we need practical help." Kane took a small box out of his bag, opened it, and inside were dozens of simple but practical medical kits, compressed food bags, and... a small sample of a modified wolfsbane medicine, only half a dose, but enough to demonstrate its effects.

"This is..." Lupin's eyes widened.

"The first batch of aid," Kane said. "You know those people, Remus. You're one of them. Go out and reach out to them, tell them there's a place that can provide medicine, food, and safety, but they need to follow the rules. Those who want to can be transferred to Misty Valley in batches; those who don't will at least get some help."

Lupin picked up a medical kit, which contained not only white essence and bandages, but also a small bag of silver coins—not Galleons, but Muggle currency, which was more useful to werewolves mingling in Muggle society.

"This will cost a lot of money," he said in a low voice.

"I have it," Kane said simply. "The Malfoy family's treasury, and the proceeds from the sale of my own alchemical artifacts on the black market. Enough for the short term."

"What about in the long term?"

"For a long time..." Kane looked eastward, the sun already fully risen, illuminating the wasteland. "For a long time, we need to establish our own economic foundation. There are skilled werewolves too—carpenters, blacksmiths, herbalists, hunters. In Misty Valley, we can establish small production communities, manufacturing items needed by the magical world or Muggle society, and selling them through safe channels."

He looked at Lupin: "But that will take time. The most important thing now is to keep as many werewolves as possible alive, alive and conscious."

Lupin remained silent for a long time. The morning light shone on his scarred face, revealing the weariness that had accumulated over the years, but also a glimmer of...new hope.