Direction for Improving Wolfsbane Potion

Loren held a book titled "Secrets of Dark Magic" in his hands, smacking his lips from time to time, as if he had candy in his mouth.

Hermione buried her head in her Ancient Rune textbook, not showing a single trace of her face.

The two sat side by side, their chairs close together, their arms touching. Whenever Loren's arm brushed against Hermione's, she would quickly move away like a startled rabbit.

Loren would lean in every now and then, as if teasing Hermione was a fun game.

Harry's teeth ached from watching, and after a moment of silence, he looked at Ron: "How long have they been like this?"

"I don't know." Ron scratched his head. "They were already like this before I arrived, and Loren was answering all the questions."

Harry gritted his teeth as an image of a girl flashed through his mind.

Damn, I'm so envious...

Seeing that Harry was also starting to space out abnormally, Ron expressed his confusion and tapped the table to interrupt the game between the two opposite him, "Loren, Hermione, you've already learned the Patronus Charm, are you still planning to join Professor Lupin's Club?"

Upon hearing the question, Loren looked up and pondered his recent arrangements.

Brewing Wolfsbane Potion, studying Dark Arts, Animagus Ritual...

Loren shook his head. "I won't go."

Hermione looked up from her textbook, her cheeks flushed slightly. "I... I'm not going either."

Hearing their answers, Harry couldn't help but fantasize about how impressive it would be if he were the first to cast the Patronus Charm in front of the young wizards, and whether Cho Chang would notice him because of it...

"Hello! Hello—"

Coming to his senses, Ron waved in front of Harry and looked at him questioningly, "I'm asking you a question, are you still going to join Professor Lupin's Club?"

"Yes!" Harry nodded emphatically.

"Then I'll join too." Ron slumped into his chair and complained listlessly, "It's so busy. I want to get into the Animagus class, I want to learn the Patronus Charm, and I want to join the Quidditch team... Third year is no fun at all."

Seamus, who was passing by, suddenly chimed in. "But third-year students can go to Hogsmeade."

"Don't mention Hogsmeade!" Ron complained even louder. "Because of those Dementor, who knows when we'll be able to go to Hogsmeade this year?"

Wednesday.

The last class of the morning for third-year Gryffindor students is Defence Against the Dark Arts.

"This week's assignment is to write a comprehensive paper on dangerous aquatic organisms, discussing all possible ways to deal with them... Incorporate what you've learned in the past two years, and pay attention to environmental factors..."

"Alright, that's all for today's lesson. Loren, you can stay behind for a moment."

After Professor Lupin finished speaking, the young wizards cheered and rushed out of the classroom in a swarm.

"Go to the Great Hall and get me my food. Remember to grab my favorite roasted chicken leg and mango pudding," Loren said to Hermione.

Hermione wrinkled her little nose cutely. "Roasted chicken legs won't do, they might damage the Mandrake Leaf."

"Fine, fine, you can take it as you see fit..." Loren grumbled, pushing Hermione's shoulder as he led her out of the classroom.

So only Loren and Professor Lupin remained in the classroom. Lupin packed up his textbooks and looked at him. "Come with me."

"Ah?"

The Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom wasn't far from the office. Loren followed Lupin into the office. Although the decorations were still simple, there were many sealed wooden boxes in the corners, covered with black cloth, looking mysterious and somewhat like Potions Master Department office.

In the corner, where the water monkey Kappa used to be kept, a new water tank has been installed. A disgusting green monster with sharp horns has taken the place of the water monkey, sticking its ugly face to the glass of the water tank and making all sorts of weird faces, tapping the glass with its hypertrophic fingers.

"Grindylow? Why is he here? We learned about this before."

Lupin put down his textbook, sat down, and smiled, "You've learned this in third grade, but other grades will have to learn it too."

The simple dark Magical Creatures like Grindylow and Red Cap were part of the second-year curriculum, but Loren and his cohort had special circumstances, so it was delayed until the third year.

Loren laughed too, "That's all Professor Lockhart's fault."

"Would you like a cup of tea? I was just about to make myself one."

"No, Professor, please tell me what's on your mind. I'm in a hurry to have lunch."

"See those wooden crates over there? A new batch of Boggart has arrived, and there's enough for everyone, so you can pick one." Lupin went about finding a teacup, putting in a tea bag, and pouring hot water.

Loren lifted the black cloth and saw a whole row of wooden crates. He roughly counted at least thirty Boggart.

He grinned and said, "So Professor Lupin, you're a hidden millionaire!"

Lupin walked over, holding a cup of tea in a rather formal manner. "I'm not, but Professor McGonagall is. She transferred the money to me that very evening after I mentioned buying teaching materials on Monday, if it weren't for..."

Lupin didn't finish his sentence. If it weren't for the trouble of buying so many dark Magical Creatures on the black market, this batch of goods would have arrived long ago.

What? Why buy it on the black market?

Otherwise, Boggart is a contraband and cannot be sold in legitimate stores.

"Boggart aren't strictly speaking living beings; they can't reproduce, and they recover very slowly if something goes wrong. Don't play with them, um, don't break them."

Loren grinned. "Don't worry, Professor, I'm not some dark wizard. I'll definitely treat this little cutie well."

Looking at his smile, Lupin suddenly felt a little worried for Boggart.

Back at the Great Hall, Loren saw the girl engrossed in dissecting a roasted chicken leg. Her fluffy brown hair hung down, obscuring her small face, but through the gaps, Loren could still see that the girl was serious and focused.

The girl had already dismantled the roasted chicken leg on the plate, piling up most of the thinly shredded chicken meat, while the chicken bones were placed aside, still steaming.

Sitting down next to Hermione, Loren didn't immediately start eating. Instead, he leaned in and teased her mischievously, "Wow, Hermione even cut the meat for me. She's so kind!"

The girl's face began to flush.

"Unfortunately, I just like the texture of gnawing on bones. A roasted chicken leg without gnawing on bones is soulless."

The blush that had just appeared gradually faded, and Hermione remained silent, still not replying.

Loren didn't give up. After thinking for a moment, he continued, "Oh my, so meticulous. Could it be that someone really wants to kiss you?"

Bang--

So, the guy got his wish and was hammered. Most of the chicken leg meat on his plate was confiscated, and he was even punished by having to dismantle chicken leg meat for the girl.

Friday night arrived in the blink of an eye.

Because so many young wizards signed up to learn the Patronus Charm, Professor McGonagall persuaded Lupin to convert the activity room into the Great Hall.

After dinner, the Great Hall was decorated; the long dining tables disappeared, and a small square platform appeared in front of the High Table. Its gilded surface reflected the light of hundreds of candles, making it look dazzling.

The ceiling turned as black as velvet once again, and the room was crowded with little wizards, each holding their own wand and looking excited.

"Professor McGonagall, can't that stage really be rearranged?"

Standing by the stage, Lupin looked at the gleaming, golden square platform in front of him with a helpless expression. This was already the result of his hard work.

Upon hearing this, the professors who were watching couldn't help but smile.

"I've told you many times, just call me Minerva. Remus, we're colleagues now." Professor McGonagall's lips curled into a slight smile, her mood light. "To ensure all young wizards can see clearly, how can teaching be done without a stage?"

"Remus, just accept it," Professor Flitwick said with a chuckle. "You know, the previous Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor would only ask if the stage could be bigger or more elaborate."

Lupin shook his head helplessly. He had been working there for a month and had long heard about Professor Gilderoy Professor Lockhart's deeds.

Below the stage, the young wizards huddled together in their own little groups, chattering away.

Seamus weaved in and out of the crowded throng, managing to strike up a conversation with each house. As he squeezed through the crowd again, he spotted Harry and Ron and excitedly approached them. "Everyone's guessing what Professor Lupin's Patronus is. Harry, have you seen it?"

Professor Lupin's Patronus?

Harry frowned, recalling the scene when Professor Lupin demonstrated for him. The professor always summoned the non-physical Patronus light, only revealing the Patronus' physical form during the first class.

Perhaps there are some limitations.

Harry shook his head, dismissing the jumbled thoughts. "It's Sekiro."

"Wolves! That's so cool!" Having obtained yet another exclusive piece of information, Seamus resumed his steps, which had just stopped, and squeezed into the groups of people discussing the loudest topics.

"It can't be the last one, the last one..." Ron muttered as he waved his wand, practicing the Patronus Charm's casting motions.

Unaware of Ron's actions, Harry spotted the girl in Ravenclaw's junior wizarding circle.

She was so beautiful, so mysterious, so elegant...

Loren went to learn Potions from Snape, Hermione went to discuss Ancient Rune with Professor Babbling. Neither of them are here... If I can be the first to summon my Patronus, she'll definitely notice me...

Thinking of this, a silly grin appeared on Harry's face.

The Slytherin Head of House's office is on the basement level.

Severus Snape is checking the income and expenses of his Potions business in Africa last month.

Most of the materials were purchased from the African continent, and the finished products were sold to most parts of the world. Hogwarts ' business expanded and grew. Minerva also followed Dumbledore's bad example and assigned her original work Deputy Headmaster to several other Head of House.

Poor Filius and Pomona were oblivious to her sinister intentions and actually sided with Minerva.

This has forced him, the dignified Slytherin Head of House, to come here to settle accounts!

At seven o'clock in the evening, Snape heard a knock on the door. Without asking, he already knew who it was. Without looking up, Snape said, "Come in."

Loren pushed open the door and entered, sitting down familiarly at the table and pouring himself a cup of tea. "Professor, I've come to collect this month's Wolfsbane Potion materials. I also have some questions I'd like to ask about last month's formula dosage."

Snape looked up at Loren, frowned, and put the ledger aside. "Tell me your thoughts first."

"Yes, Professor." Loren pulled out his notebook and said, "By observing Professor Lupin the Werewolf's behavior, I've recorded these characteristics..."

"Around six in the morning, he returned to human form and was in good condition." Loren glanced at Snape. "So my conclusion is that the Rafflesia is very effective, and we can try reducing the dosage to reduce the discomfort when taking the medicine."

Snape seemed noncommittal, tapping his index finger lightly on the desk before slowly speaking after a few minutes, "Let's put the effects of the Rafflesia aside for now. According to the plan, we should start experimenting with the Leopard-skin flower this month, right?"

"Yes."

Loren silently prayed for Professor Lupin.

"The scent and potency of Leopard-skin flower are somewhat inferior to Rafflesia, so this month I've prepared a higher concentration of Leopard-skin flower." Snape pulled a small box from the drawer and handed it over. "Just like last time, prepare the potion and observe and record the results."

Loren obediently accepted it, obediently left the office, and obediently closed the door.

As he watched the young wizard's figure disappear behind the door, Snape's fingers continued to tap on the desk, echoing the fading footsteps in the corridor.

A faint smile appeared on Snape's lips as memories of his conversation with Dumbledore on the last Full Moon Night flooded back.

Good results do not necessarily mean reducing the dosage; it may also mean increasing the dosage.

Continue to enhance the efficacy of the medication and reduce the frequency of administration.

After all, being an undercover agent requires minimizing contact with the outside world, and back then there wouldn't be any fresh medication every month.

Fantasy Book, in a virtual Potions Room.

Flamel looked at the crucible with great interest.

The copper crucible was gently boiling over a low flame, and the viscous Potions, tinged with an eerie green hue in its purple, bubbled up with tiny bubbles, emitting an indescribable, eerie aura.

Under the shroud of the Bubble-Head Charm, Loren carefully uncorked a bottle and poured the concentrated extract of the Great Leopard-skin flower into a crucible. A visible plume of yellowish-green steam rose up and filled the entire Potions Room.

Caught off guard, Flamel took a breath, and his virtual body instantly turned pale, flickering a few times before disappearing from the spot.

A few seconds later, Flamel reappeared with a grim expression and couldn't help but ask, "Is this really not poison?"

Loren closed the crucible lid, looking helpless. "Because Professor Lupin and Professor Snape had a falling out last time, the concentration of the extract Professor Snape gave this time is even more astonishing."

"That's why I had to experiment repeatedly in the Fantasy Book, adjusting the proportions of other materials, which left me with no time to experiment with Dementor and Dark Arts."

"I hope Professor Lupin has good luck, Merlin blesses me so I can finish making the Potions before the end of the month, otherwise he'll have to drink the Potions Professor Snape brewed."

His improved Wolfsbane Potion last month was enough to send Professor Lupin to the Hospital Wing; if it were Professor Snape...

Loren imagined the scene and felt a chill run down his spine as he shivered inside the Fantasy Book.

Professor Lupin, danger!