Werewolf Studies Professor

A faint smell of smoke filled the Headmaster's Office; the ashes had not been completely extinguished, and occasionally a few sparks would fly out.

As sparks fly, the ash occasionally emits a faint, fiery red glow, as if breathing.

"It has indeed been reborn!" Wizet placed the Potions on the desk and hurriedly walked to the pile of ashes under the bird perch. "No wonder there was such a special situation..."

When he saw the Phoenix Mark on his palm, he was already certain of his thoughts. The connection between the mark and the Phoenix had always existed, which was why he was able to experience the moment of the Phoenix Nirvana.

After all, the Phoenix Fawkes has maintained that appearance for a long time, and it could embrace the flames at any time and be reborn from the ashes.

The intermittent, fiery red light vanished completely, like ashes that had cooled down suddenly trembling, and a wrinkled little head poked out from within.

Its head had already poked out, and Phoenix Fawkes had found its bearings, so it tumbled out of the ashes in a flash.

It glanced in the direction of the ashes, which seemed to respond to some kind of call, flying into the air with a "whoosh" before falling onto Phoenix Fawkes's body and merging into its bald skin.

Just as Wizet reached out to pick up the Phoenix Fawkes, a faint metallic clanging sound came from outside, along with a hoarse, weathered voice.

"Um... I should have killed it! That thing looked disgusting, it was definitely not a good thing!"

Dumbledore's kind and patient voice rang out, "Altom, thank you for your kindness, but there's no need for that. We're almost there..."

An old, gentle voice said, "Albus, is it really possible for his memories to return? In fact, I have consulted many wizards, but they have all been helpless."

"Marlowe, at least we must have hope, mustn't we?" Dumbledore said calmly. "Given Altom's current situation, if we don't come up with something..."

The sound grew closer. Wizet carried the Phoenix Fawkes back to the bird stand, straightened his clothes slightly, and waited for Dumbledore to return to the Headmaster's Office.

Dumbledore entered the Headmaster's Office first, smiled slightly when he saw Wizet, and began to introduce them, "Wizet, this is Professor Marlowe Forfang, and this is Altom Avakian."

Malo Fufang had graying temples, a thick silver-gray beard, and dark circles under his eyes, making him look somewhat tired.

Altom Avakian looked much older, with unhealthy gray hair and beard, and wore a faded, thick black robe. His exposed skin was covered with various scars.

It can only be said that this robe was once black, but now, due to various stains, it presents a chaotic color of black, white, gray, and yellow intertwined, and with the swaying of the hem, it continues to make a metallic clanging sound.

Before Wizet could speak, Altom shouted first, but he wasn't yelling at Wizet; instead, he was yelling at the portrait of the headmaster at the far end of the room.

"So many Merpeople! These things are lying in ambush here, definitely planning to attack us! No problem! Watch me kill them!"

He yelled and reached into his robe pocket, pulled out a rolled-up piece of newspaper, and began frantically swinging his wrist as he decisively chanted an incantation. "Lootor Inimicum!"

"Ah! No effect, huh? Looks like a tough guy with plenty of leverage! This is going to be tricky, Lootor Revelio!"

Seemingly realizing there was no response, he repeated the incantation he had just performed, this time uttering a slightly different incantation.

Not only was the incantation different, but the target he was targeting had also shifted from the portrait of the headmaster to the cabinet next to him, as if he had locked onto the Sorting Hat displayed inside.

Dumbledore beckoned with his finger, caught the cup of Potions that flew towards him, and pushed it towards Malo Fufang, saying, "Marlowe, this is the Baruffio's Brain Elixir you asked me to prepare..."

"The quality is exceptional!" Malo Fufang exclaimed in surprise, leaning closer to Altom Avakian and raising his glass. "Give me some face! I'll toast you!"

Altom Avakian took a step back, clutching his clothes to try and avoid making any more clanging metallic noises.

He looked suspicious. "Does this cost money? Surely you're not going to make me treat you after I drink it? You guys are so cunning! I've lost all my chips..."

Malo Fufang quickly replied, "Of course not... I'll definitely treat you!"

"That's great! Cheers!" Altom Avakian laughed heartily, stretching out his hand in another direction.

Malo Fufang was skilled at his work. Seeing Altom Avakian open his mouth wide, he immediately brought the cup to him and poured the entire Potions down his throat.

"Hiccup!" Altom Avakian obediently drank the Potions, hiccuped, and finally calmed down, standing there in a daze.

"Superior quality!" Malo Fufang placed the cup back on the desk, as if he had breathed a sigh of relief. "The Baruffio's Brain Elixir I used to calm him down will take at least half an hour to settle him down."

Wizet stepped forward, bowed, and said politely, "Professor Fufang, I am Vizet Lovegood, it's a pleasure to meet you."

"Wizet ... Lovegood?" Malo Fufang murmured, scrutinizing Wizet carefully. "It's a pleasure to meet you."

Dumbledore tapped on the desk, and a teapot and teacups immediately appeared in front of him. "Come and sit down for a while! Have some hot tea and some snacks to warm yourself up."

After Malo Fufang sat down, Wizet glanced at Altom Avakian was still standing.

"Let's wait a little longer!" Malo Fufang said. "The Baruffio's Brain Elixir has just taken effect; he won't be fully alert for a while."

"Okay." Wizet and then sat down.

Malo Fufang turned his head and looked at Wizet again, "When Damocles came to visit before, he mentioned a newly promoted Beginner Potioneer in England..."

"He said that the Beginner Potioneer was probably a student, but his Potions skills were quite high. I think... he must be talking about you, right?"

Wizet nodded slightly. "Professor Fufang, if no one happens to share my name and also happens to be Beginner Potioneer in England, then it should be me."

"It's mainly because of Professor Snape's excellent teaching, and I only brew some regular Potions, so the quality is relatively consistent. As for Potions... I still have a lot to learn."

Malo Fufang nodded gently, a kind smile on his face. "Hmm... a good boy!"

"Damocles ..." Dumbledore smiled and added three sugar cubes to his tea. "Marlowe, was the person who visited you Damocles Belby?"

Malo Fufang nodded. "I had been in contact with him before, so after he received the Order of Merlin, he came specifically to thank me."