Hogwarts: A little lion in the skin of the Eagle School

To John's surprise...

A new week begins, and I step into the Potions classroom once again.

Professor Snape surprisingly didn't give him a hard time because of what happened last weekend.

It's just the same old thing, targeting him.

Hmm, something about this statement feels a bit off.

Unsurprisingly, the lesson this time was about potent potions.

Some magical potions are so potent that taking them directly can harm the body because the body cannot withstand their effects.

But there are no other potions that can be used as alternatives.

Therefore, at this time, some operations are needed to dilute the potion's potency without causing the potion to lose its effectiveness.

John's first thought was about being kept behind last week to deal with the slugs.

It was a natural thought to use slug mucus to dilute the potion's potency.

However, adding it directly would destroy the potion's properties.

Therefore, it is necessary to dilute some of the strong materials in advance during the refining process, or to reduce the reaction between the materials by adding them separately.

This time, John finally completed Snape's task perfectly.

Snape, unusually, did not mock him and gave him a perfect score.

But after class, he was still kept behind to do dirty work...

John seemed to have guessed what Professor Snape meant.

Is this an attempt to groom him for a future role?

However, being stubborn and proud, he refused to explain things directly like Professor McGonagall, and instead used this method of punishment to teach him some rare knowledge.

Furthermore, these "punishments" indirectly improved John's ability to handle materials.

But John wasn't entirely sure. He didn't know Professor Snape very well, and what if he was just imagining things?

He couldn't fathom Professor Snape's reasons for doing so.

When I first came to his house to hand in my school admission notice, he seemed indifferent and unresponsive.

Therefore, John chose to remain unchanged and follow Professor Snape's arrangements for the time being.

After all, there's no harm in learning more.

......

That night, John arrived at the Potions classroom as scheduled.

Professor Snape was here this time as well.

Good evening, Professor. You haven't left yet?

It's strange, really.

After his minor conflict with Professor Snape, John actually felt less distant from him.

He speaks in a very casual and outspoken manner.

They probably felt that since they had already said things like insults to each other, there was nothing they couldn't say.

However, Professor Snape didn't seem to think so.

He ignored John completely and continued working on his potion-making.

John didn't care. He picked up the iron bucket next to him and looked inside. It was filled with animal entrails.

Today's task is neither particularly difficult nor particularly easy.

John was to clean these entrails thoroughly and store them separately.

The entrails inside the iron drum emitted a foul, fishy smell and were covered in scarlet blood.

Perhaps it's because I've gotten used to it to some extent.

John didn't complain. He followed the instructions in the book, treating each step one by one. It was simply a matter of bleeding the meat, washing it clean, and picking out any bits of flesh.

It wasn't really difficult for John.

After processing, my hands were covered in meat scraps and blood, and there was a lingering fishy stench.

John's nose suddenly twitched as he smelled an even more unpleasant odor.

It didn't come from him, but from Professor Snape.

It seemed to be the foul smell emanating from the potions he concocted.

"Hey, Professor, did you fail at making a potion? It smells awful."

John made a sarcastic remark without any hesitation, showing no concern whatsoever about hurting Snape's pride.

However, Snape responded to John's teasing with a mocking sneer.

"ignorance."

With a wave of his hand, Snape sent the potion in the cauldron in front of him flying out as a stream of water, which eventually flowed into a bottle he had prepared beforehand.

As you can see, even after it's been bottled, the brown liquid is still bubbling.

"Wolfsbane Potion"

"This is a top-tier potion that you could never make in your entire life."

"Its medicinal effects can even suppress the berserk state of werewolves after they transform."

"You can't afford any of these bottles."

As Snape capped the bottle, he muttered coldly to himself, though he was actually speaking to John.

?

Why do you have to make fun of me when you're just introducing me?

John silently muttered a complaint to himself.

John had certainly heard of the word "werewolf."

Every full moon, the werewolf uncontrollably transforms into a monster that only knows how to kill.

Not only are they individually formidable, but what's most terrifying is the wolf poison they carry.

If you are scratched or bitten by a werewolf, you may be infected with wolf venom.

Become the new werewolf.

The wizarding world is filled with malice and prejudice towards werewolves, after all, they are extremely unstable individuals, and few people are willing to accept them.

Just like AIDS in the Muggle world, although everyone says that AIDS is not contagious under normal circumstances, everyone is trying to accept it.

But it's hard not to feel uneasy, fearing that if something goes wrong, I might get infected, or my family and friends might get infected.

But speaking of which, why would the professor concoct this potion...?

"Professor, are you making this potion... to sell?"

John asked tentatively.

It's important to know that while wolfsbane is a very potent medicine, it is also extremely expensive.

Werewolves who truly need it often can't afford it, so basically no one will craft this thing.

Snape was already packing his things, but when he heard John's question, he seemed to remember something.

He gave John a creepy smile.

"No, this is for a certain professor."

"???"

I want to drop out of school because of the password!

Hogwarts is still playing Werewolf at school?

For someone like him who gets kept after school every now and then, isn't the way home at night incredibly dangerous?!

Seeing John's expression change visibly, Snape revealed a triumphant smile.

Snape quickly packed his things, waved his black robe, and prepared to leave.

However, he paused at the door, as if he remembered something.

"The essence of animal offal often needs to be extracted and refined by humans to be brought out."

After saying this half-hearted sentence, Snape walked away without looking back.

No, either don't teach at all, or teach thoroughly.

Can't you just explain how it was refined all at once?

John had gotten used to the knowledge points Snape left behind before each departure.

But what he was more concerned about now was who the professor Snape was referring to was.

It's not hard to guess, actually.

The only new professor at Hogwarts this year is Professor Lupin.

In addition, when I first met Professor Lu Ping, I was struck by his thin frame, sickly appearance, and old clothes covered in patches.

Both perfectly reflect the situation where werewolves struggle to survive in this society.

John scratched his head.

In the end, I sighed.

If this werewolf were a professor he didn't know well, John would definitely report him.

But Professor Lupin...

Forget it.

John had a very good impression of Professor Lupin; he was exactly John's ideal, a reliable adult who seemed capable of resolving any crisis.

Becoming a werewolf was probably not his original intention.

Since Hogwarts dared to let him in, they must have been prepared.

For example, Professor Snape concocted a wolfsbane potion for him to suppress his werewolf-like madness.

John decided to observe further.