Ineffective Measures

The Phoenix Potion Shop never lacked customers. When opening day arrived, even Lupin was startled by the sea of people.

These people weren't spending money for the sake of it. They simply had no idea when the Phoenix Potion Shop might close without warning again. Better to stock up while it was open; properly stored potions could last quite a while.

The cries of street vendors rose all around them. Apart from rival potion sellers, every nearby shop was delighted by the Phoenix Potion Shop's popularity.

The doors opened right on time. Lupin clearly hadn't learned much from his predecessor, but fortunately, his werewolf agility kept the frenzied crowd from leaving him looking like a beggar.

Since Lupin had begun taking the Purification Potion Eli provided, his werewolf bloodline had grown purer by the day.

By now, he no longer had to worry about being forced to transform on the night of a full moon. He had become a werewolf through and through.

Once his bloodline reached a certain level of purity, its advantages began to show.

With his powerful physique and excellent reflexes, Lupin had what it took to become a spellcaster who could hold his own in close combat.

His werewolf traits had given his once-gentle, steady manner a sharper edge. His wolfish eyes were captivating.

To soften that edge, Lupin now wore glasses, giving him the air of a polished rogue.

Lupin stood at the shop entrance, marveling at the feverish crowd.

He had heard how popular Eli's potion shop was, but he hadn't expected anything like this.

The shop's rules hadn't changed. Every counter had potions available for customers to try.

For all their excitement, the wizards hadn't lost their heads.

Only after testing the samples and confirming that the Phoenix Potion Shop's products were still