Recruitment

Lupin looked at the thirteen-year-old child before him and suddenly realized how truly wondrous this world was.

A potion that could purify a Werewolf's bloodline, even one that could drive Werewolves to fight desperately over it at the cost of their own lives, had actually been created by a thirteen-year-old child.

Lupin wondered if he had grown old. What surprises did the Wizarding World still hold that he knew nothing about?

Countless thoughts flashed through his mind. His lifelong pursuit of escaping his Werewolf bloodline might be impossible to achieve, but now he could at least protect himself from the dangers of forced transformations.

To him, if he could control his transformations at will, then he could completely accept his identity as a Werewolf. At least this way, he would not kill the people around him while transformed.

He looked at the Purification Potions remaining on the table and immediately realized that this thing could very well become a priceless treasure that would spark bloodshed throughout the Wizarding World.

Lupin waved his Wand, placing the entire office under isolation so that not the slightest sound could escape.

Lupin's expression turned serious. "How much of this potion do you have left?"

"This is all I have for now, but I can continue brewing it."

"Listen to me, child. Whatever you do, do not let this potion leak out. Otherwise..." Lupin's expression was incomparably grave. It was easy to imagine how serious the consequences would be.

When Eli heard that, he immediately thought, That won't do. If I don't release these potions, I won't be able to carry out the plans that come afterward!

"Actually, Professor, besides helping you control your abilities, I also hope you can do me a favor."

"What favor?"

Eli drew a breath. "I hope you can help