Curing Wolf Madness Comes at a Price / Harry Has Taken on a Bit Too Much

In early June, the summer heat gradually swept through Hogwarts, and the anxiety of final exams also engulfed all the students on campus.

However, for Harry, his first and most important 'test' was not any of the subjects in school, but rather injecting Lupin with serum.

After working hard for almost an entire school year, he can finally produce his results.

In fact, Harry had already finalized the dosage and method of Lupin's injection after the full moon at the end of May.

However, because Werewolf experience a week-long period of weakness after transforming, Harry deliberately delayed the process for safety reasons, waiting until Lupin had fully recovered.

However, during the week of waiting, Harry was not idle either. He specially crafted a large enough cryogenic sealed bottle to hold the serum.

Well... Lucius Malfoy's death wasn't peaceful, because Harry drained almost all the blood from his body, so he experienced the pain of life slipping away the entire time until he finally died.

Even so, he didn't become a ghost in the end... Of course, this might be because Harry had previously used a Super Obliviate spell on him, turning him into a complete idiot.

In fact, Harry never intended to keep Lucius Malfoy, this "drug man," for long.

Serum is actually very unstable. Whether it is in the human body or extracted and stored, it is at considerable risk of deterioration.

Especially since these temporarily cultivated immunoglobulins might become ineffective at any time, Harry had to use as much of Lucius's blood as possible to produce serum while the immunoglobulins in Lucius's body were still effective, and then preserve it using his Space Ring.

Only in this way can he ensure that he can always produce serum that can cure Werewolf at any time.

There's nothing we can do about it. After all, Harry is just a forensic pathologist, not a pure pharmaceutical Corban. He may know a little about drugs like serums and vaccines, but he's definitely not an expert.

In particular, the Feral Wolf Virus, due to the influence of some magic, could not only be diluted or inactivated, but could only react with human blood. Harry initially couldn't even attenuate or inactivate it in other organisms.

If he hadn't later found the wolf girl and used her saliva to barely achieve a certain degree of detoxification and inactivation, Harry would probably have remained stuck at the first step without making any progress.

In short, given all the difficulties and limitations, it's already a miracle that he managed to produce the serum; don't expect it to be mass-produced.

Anyway, at least 3000ml of blood was drawn from Lucius's body. Even after accounting for losses, Harry would definitely get more than a liter of Pure-blood, which would be more than enough for the short term.

As for the long-term, large-scale, and ultimate extermination of Werewolf... doesn't he still have a Rookwood?

"Dear Uncle Lupin, are you ready...? If not, then take off your pants!"

In a private room at the Hospital Wing, Harry, dressed in a white coat, was grinning mischievously at Lupin, holding a syringe that gleamed coldly in his hand.

"Uh... Harry, can't we fight somewhere else?" Lupin complained with a long face. "You know, I'm such a grown man, getting spanked or something, isn't that a bit too much..."

"Uncle Lupin, you know that's just refusing to see the truth?" Harry rolled his eyes at him noncommittally. "Besides, your reaction is all wrong. I'm trying to completely cure your Feral Wolf Syndrome, and you're not even upset, but you're even fretting about where to give the injection?"

However, upon hearing Harry's question, Lupin, who had seemed completely unconcerned just moments before, suddenly changed his expression.

"I... I'm just so excited, so excited that I don't even know what to say!"

He looked at Harry with excitement, his hands clenching and unclenching repeatedly, his words becoming somewhat incoherent. "Harry, you know... Werewolf have been a terrible nightmare for me, tormenting me for almost thirty years."

"I had completely resigned myself to my fate, thinking my life was doomed, but then she appeared... no, I mean you appeared in front of me and told me that Feral Wolf Syndrome could be completely cured! I... I really can't believe it, and even today, I still feel like I'm dreaming..."

Seeing Lupin in this state, Harry couldn't help but feel a deep sense of emotion.

Yes, how could Lupin not be excited?

However, just like the saying goes, "things will turn into their opposites when they reach an extreme," Lupin was too excited and didn't want to show that he was so excited that he lost control, so he could only try his best to pretend to be normal.

Another reason is probably the fear of disappointment.

After all, Feral Wolf Syndrome is a recognized incurable disease. The more Lupin hoped for the hope Harry could give him, the more terrified he would be of his dreams shattering and everything coming to nothing...

Harry understood, but what about that 'she'?

He was certain he hadn't misheard; right before he was about to receive the serum injection, Lupin was secretly thinking about a girl!

La la la, this 30-year-old iron tree is about to bloom!

"Uncle Lupin, don't worry. From now on, you will never be troubled by Werewolf transformations again." After a moment of reflection, Harry looked at Lupin earnestly and advised, "Just consider it a chance to give yourself a chance to completely abandon the pain of the past."

"In that case, let's do it!" Hearing Harry say that, Lupin made up his mind completely.

Having graduated from Gryffindor, he was not lacking in courage, and thus finally took that step with unwavering resolve.

However, he still clutched his belt with a pitiful expression. "Harry, I'm begging you... can't we just stick it in somewhere else?"

"Uncle Lupin, this really won't work." Harry shrugged helplessly. "Right after the serum injection, your body will be in a lot of pain initially. Your buttocks are relatively less sensitive, so if the pain spreads from there, you can bear it to some extent. But if it's in another place, you might feel like you're going to die."

"But even if you say that..."

"Hey, Tonks, what brings you here?"

"What? She... Oh my god!!"

After a slight, cool sensation carrying the scent of alcohol, a piercing pain suddenly struck, catching one of the patients off guard. Their screams echoed throughout the entire floor of the Hospital Wing...

Chapter 469 Curing Feral Wolf Syndrome Comes at a Price

"Harry, that's too much! You actually used that kind of excuse to distract me!"

On the hospital bed in the Hospital Wing, Lupin covered his wound with a face full of shame and indignation. If it weren't for the excruciating pain from the needle prick in his buttocks, he would have definitely jumped up and given that little rascal Harry a good slap.

They actually lied to him, saying Tonks had come—what an excuse...

Well, Lupin honestly admitted that he actually found this excuse quite convincing.

Thankfully, Tonks didn't actually come. Otherwise, if she had seen him being pinned down on the bed by Harry and getting needles stuck in that spot, he would have been forever humiliated in front of her.

Thinking of this, Lupin couldn't help but glare at Harry resentfully again.

This old friend's kid is simply a monster; why does he always seem to have a problem with his... that area?

The last time they took my temperature, it was the same—so rough...it's like they don't treat Werewolf like an elder!

"Hey, Uncle Lupin, you lowered your guard the moment you heard someone's name, so how can you blame me for distracting you?" Harry joked with Lupin while putting away the injection kit. "Alright, you can stay at the Hospital Wing for a week to observe. If nothing goes wrong, you can get another shot after a week."

"Ugh... you're going to hit me again?" Upon hearing that he would have to endure the pain of having his butt cracked open again next week, Lupin's face immediately showed his resistance.

"This is a conclusion I reached through rigorous experimental observation. The first injection can kill the Feral Wolf Virus to the greatest extent possible, while the second injection mainly serves to consolidate and protect the body. So, of course, you can't skip it. Do you still want to be completely cured?"

At this moment, Harry, who was giving a lecture, looked extremely serious. Lupin even felt that he was seeing a young Madam Pomfrey, and was so frightened that he nodded repeatedly and dared not protest anymore.

"After this, I will teach you a spell. If you accidentally turn into Werewolf in the future, you can use this spell to forcibly revert back to human form..."

"What did you say?" Lupin, who had just been so timid, was taken aback. "Harry, didn't you say that the injection would cure me? Why have I turned into Werewolf?!"

"The cure I'm referring to is from a medical perspective; you are no longer contagious, and the virus in your body has been completely eradicated," Harry explained earnestly. "However, the Feral Wolf Virus has been in your body for quite some time, and it may have altered your magic and cellular composition to some extent. Therefore, even if the toxicity is gone, you will still retain the ability to transform into Werewolf."

"Even so, you won't lose your mind, nor will you be able to infect others... In my opinion, this is equivalent to recovery."

"I see, that's not bad then..." Lupin finally nodded in relief, though he still seemed somewhat uneasy.

"Uncle Lupin, your so-called Werewolf transformation can actually be seen as a special Animagus Transformation, except you've become Fantastic Beasts," Harry continued softly. "Of course, you can choose never to use this power again, or simply have me cast Memory Charm to make you completely forget that you were ever Werewolf ... But are you sure you want to do that?"

"This... let's forget about it." Lupin shook his head dejectedly. "You're right, my condition can indeed be considered cured; it's just that I'm still struggling with it. As for the Memory Charm, that's unnecessary. Doing that would just be deceiving myself..."

After being completely cured, and then receiving a dose of Obliviate forget the fact that they are Werewolf... This method might be a way for those Werewolf who are solitary and have no ties to the past to completely let go of it.

But it's not suitable for Lupin.

Because so many people around him know about his past, and even feel sad and heartbroken about it, knowing just how much pain he endured as a Werewolf.

If Lupin chooses to forget, it means that everyone around him must also choose to forget in their future interactions and must not mention Werewolf or anything from the past again.

Lupin didn't want to cause trouble for others because of his own situation, so he decided to take responsibility himself.

"I also need to tell you that from now on, in addition to pain, your body will experience periods of instability." Seeing that Lupin seemed to be starting to understand, Harry continued, "During these periods of instability, you will be temporarily unable to use magic, just like Squib, so your daily life may be a little inconvenient."

"That's no problem, it just means I can't use magic for the time being." Lupin was quite accepting of this.

The fact that the Feral Wolf Syndrome could be completely cured, with the only cost being physical pain and the temporary inability to use magic, is already the best possible outcome.

"By the way, how long will this period of weakness last?"

"I don't know." Faced with Lupin's casual question, Harry frowned in embarrassment. "The problem is that this period of weakness varies from person to person. It could last a few weeks, or it could last for several months... or even longer."

After the injection of the Feral Wolf Serum, the Werewolf's body would fall into a state of weakness, something Harry had discovered during the last experiment. However, he hadn't expected that this weakness would last for so long.

The two Werewolf test subjects almost lost all their magic immediately after the reaction was completed. Harry observed them for a week and found that although their recovery speeds varied, they were all negligible.

If it weren't for the certainty that they were recovering, Harry wouldn't have dared to give Lupin the injection so quickly!

But it was precisely because he discovered this situation that he decided to give Lupin the injection, even if it meant using a combination of deception and trickery.

Because once Lupin finds out, he will absolutely not agree to receive the injection now.

"Harry, why didn't you tell me sooner that your medicine has this drawback?" Sure enough, Lupin's temper immediately flared. "If we don't get the second shot, can we at least temporarily slow down this weakness? Don't forget, I still have to go with Padfoot to find his brother during the summer holidays!"

"I think you should focus on treating your Feral Wolf Syndrome and not run around during the summer holidays," Harry retorted, shaking his head. "Precisely because the recovery period after the serum injection is very long, you should get the injection as soon as possible. As for Regulus, I will naturally help my godfather bring him back."

"But..."

"Uncle Lupin, as your attending physician, I hope you will follow my orders and get plenty of rest." Harry gave Lupin a serious ultimatum. "That's about it. You'll stay at the Hospital Wing for the next few days, and Madam Pomfrey will take care of you. Don't worry about your Defense Against the Dark Arts final exams; the Headmaster and I will work together to get them done."

After that, he didn't say anything more to Lupin and left the Hospital Wing directly.

"Harry, I know you mean well, but... sigh..."

In the empty hospital room, Lupin sighed deeply, a sense of powerlessness welling up from the bottom of his heart.

For the first time in his life, he felt utterly useless, unable to help in any way, and even becoming a burden to others...

After that, another figure appeared in his mind.

"It seems we really have no choice but to ask him to go with Padfoot..."

Meanwhile, Harry, who was leaving the Hospital Wing, encountered Hermione hurrying towards him in the corridor.

In her hand, she was also holding a copy of the Daily Prophet...

Chapter 470 Harry's steps were a bit too big.

"What?! Peter Pettigrew Peter has been captured?!"

In the corridor of the Hospital Wing, when Harry took the Daily Prophet from Hermione, he was immediately stunned by the headline on the front page.

' Peter Pettigrew Peter, who had been on the run for many days, has been captured, and the Ministry of Magic is intensifying its interrogation of him!'

"Impossible! There's definitely something wrong with this news!" Harry crumpled the newspaper into a ball in frustration, pacing back and forth in the corridor. "That rat escaped the Ministry of Magic's control so early in the semester! We've tried to lure him out several times, but we haven't succeeded. How could he be caught so easily?!"

"I find it strange too, but there's nothing we can do; Fudge has already believed it." Hermione's brows were furrowed as well. "Cornelius Fudge might have been pressured into making the announcement so quickly, but... I still feel there's something fishy about this."

Hermione was well aware of the pressure Fudge was under, because he had already publicly apologized to Hogwarts and Nicolas Flamel on behalf of the Ministry of Magic.

Furthermore, the latest issue of the Quibbler magazine also published news about the French Ministry of Magic and Beauxbatons Academy of Magic.

To put it bluntly, the reason Cornelius Fudge was so eager to announce that they had captured Peter Pettigrew Peter was simply because he was worried that the French Ministry of Magic would use this as an excuse to send people across the border to cause trouble.

To be honest, Hermione really found these things quite upsetting.

Harry was, after all, a student of Hogwarts and a native Britain wizard, yet after his incident, his biggest backer Nicolas Flamel, was from Beauxbatons, and the first to speak out in his support was the France Ministry of Magic...

Therefore, Hermione sometimes really couldn't understand why the wizards of her own country treated Harry, the boy the Boy Who Lived the Boy Who Lived and defeated Voldemort, less kindly than the foreigners.

Could it be... that Harry was really in their way?

"There's definitely something fishy about this!" While Hermione was thinking to herself, Harry had already quickly considered several possibilities in his mind and was becoming more and more certain of his conclusion!

"Peter Pettigrew Peter ...if that guy knows I'm looking for him, he definitely won't show himself so easily; besides, he's already been to Azkaban before, how could he be stupid enough to let the Ministry of Magic catch him?!"

All prisoners imprisoned in Azkaban, regardless of the length of their sentence, who choose to escape before the end of their term, must accept the Dementor's Kiss, have their souls sucked away, and become living dead, living a life worse than death.

How could Peter Pettigrew not know this? Therefore, either he possesses evidence sufficient to exonerate himself, or... his bizarre arrest this time is a complete conspiracy!

No!

I have to go to the Ministry of Magic and find out more about that Peter Pettigrew for myself...

"Harry... Harry!" Just as Harry was pondering and making plans, Hermione suddenly called out to him.

"I know what you want to do, but... let's talk about it after the exam."

"But Hermione, given the current situation..."

"We have a Transfiguration exam at 9 a. m. on Monday, a Charms exam at 1 p. m., and we also have to use the Time-Turner to take an additional Study of Ancient Runes exam."

"This..." Harry was taken aback when Hermione mentioned the exam arrangements, but the girl in front of him continued on her own.

"You'll have a written exam on Care of Magical Creatures at 9 a. m. on Tuesday, followed by a practical exam at 1 p. m. This is your first OWL-level exam."