When Lupin emerged from the suitcase world, he had visibly lost weight. His steps were unsteady, and his facial muscles still twitched from time to time.
The existence of magic protein and the Magic Extraction Method had greatly shortened the clinical testing period, since Vaughn now needed only a few minutes to make a batch of Wolfsbane Potion.
Only when Vaughn stopped to consider improvements could Lupin get a little rest.
By the latter half of the clinical trials, the Wolfsbane Potion's "side effects" had actually become quite mild. At least Lupin thought it tasted better than the first version of that poisonous concoction.
The main reason he had ended up in this state was the repeated cycling between transforming into a wolf and suppressing that transformation.
"Remus, I think you should take some time off. Mundungus can handle your work with the research group." Vaughn handed Lupin a bottle of potent Elixir to Induce Euphoria.
Lupin tightened his grip on the potion and shook his head. "No! I can still keep going!"
Although he and Mundungus had become partners long ago, he had never been able to agree with that man's philosophy of "how the little guy survives."
Vaughn shrugged. "All right, then. I was hoping you could represent c during your break and speak with the Auror Office about investigating the werewolf march. I hear the Ministry of Magic's Auror representatives are Kingsley Shacklebolt and Tonks."
Lupin's expression froze. He stared blankly at the potion in his hand, then the scruffy, melancholy man suddenly flushed scarlet and stammered, "Actually... perhaps... I mean... Mundungus is just as... capable as I am..." Hermione and Cheng Quandao, who had just emerged from the suitcase, looked on curiously. They could not understand why this tough man, who had gritted his teeth through