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"If there were a Potion that could completely cure them..."

"They'd definitely agree to try it!"

Dean Pohan looked at Black with hopeful eyes.

At that moment, he truly hoped Black could come up with such a Potion.

That way, Black could save a few more lives while proving himself!

"It can be done. Trust me." Black's gaze was firm.

"Good! Then I'll go back and tell them now!"

Dean Pohan turned to Shafik.

"I'll help with this. Do you have any objections?"

Shafik said unhappily, "You're so close to him. What if you cheat?"

Dean Pohan finally couldn't take it anymore. "Shafik, you idiot!"

"If Dragon Pox is severe, it simply can't be cured right now!"

"Do you think cheating would let us cure them immediately?"

"If it could, why would you use this question to make things difficult for Black?"

Shafik was left speechless. Hadn't he chosen this difficult problem precisely because no one could completely cure Dragon Pox?

That made his accusation of cheating rather unnecessary.

Dean Pohan took out a Teleportation Point, opened a door of light, and vanished from the spot.

After Black had given this thing to Dumbledore,

Dumbledore had first set up a Teleportation Point at St. Mungo's.

An emergency Teleportation Point in a hospital was always useful.

So when Dumbledore set one up at St. Mungo's, he had given him one as well.

At that moment, someone carried over an hourglass. The instant it was turned over, the timer began.

When all the sand had run out, the hour would be over.

"Black, we've arranged a quiet room for you."

"It has all kinds of Potion ingredients and equipment... I'll have Kingsley take you there."

Fudge said to Black.

"No, Minister, I won't need that," Black said politely.

Fudge asked in astonishment,