Lupin Found

"When did you become so good at Potion-Making?" Ginny couldn't help but ask.

"Wait, Aunt Muriel?" Before Ron could answer, Ginny thought of her aunt, whom she had once thought had vampire blood when she was a child.

Ron remained silent, and Draco and Harry, who knew the inside story, were also speechless.

During the long and awkward silence, Ginny and Draco both successfully shrunk to the size of a fingernail.

Their personal belongings were also shrunk to the perfect size by Harry using Shrinking Charm.

They had already given Harry the wand that would affect the effectiveness of the Shrinking Charm.

Ron, after being turned into a baby three times and repeatedly mocked by Harry, finally triggered the Shrinking Solution's ability to shrink his body.

"Protego!" Harry drew his wand and read it to Ron and the others.

"That way you won't have to worry about being squeezed by the other things in my pocket." Harry shrugged and put Ron and the other two, who were standing in his palm, into his pocket.

And so began the journey to the Shrieking Shack.

"Ouch, Draco, your wand poked my stomach!"

"Harry, why can't I stay in the other empty pocket with Ginny!" Ron couldn't help but complain from inside the pocket.

"Sorry, we're going up now, we might be there soon," Harry explained to Ron.

Ginny is his girlfriend; Ron and Draco should probably squeeze in.

Draco understood this perfectly well, and remained silent, waiting for the journey to end.

Ginny, having never been so close to Harry before, was covering her flushed face and lost in thought.

"I—" Ron was about to continue his rant after pushing Draco's wand away, but his words were cut short.

Just as Harry was wondering why Ron had suddenly become quiet, Draco's words explained everything, "What's going on? Why is he shaking like that? My butt is sitting on Ron's face."

"Hang in there, the tunnels are suddenly getting winding, but there's good news—I see a glimmer of light, maybe we're almost there." Harry had barely finished speaking when, thanks to his speed, a messy, dusty house appeared before him.

The wallpaper had fallen off the wall, there were stains all over the floor, the furniture was broken, seemingly damaged by someone, and the windows were boarded up.

"Silencio!" Harry swiftly drew his wand, pointed it at himself and the others, and confined their voices to a small circle centered on him.

So as not to be discovered by Lupin, who had been modified and was now sharp-eyed and sharp-eared.

"Have we arrived?"

"Malfoy, get your ass off!" Ron's voice came from Harry's left pocket.

"I'm wondering if I've come to the wrong place."

"There are clearly no signs that anyone has ever lived here," Harry said, tapping the pockets on either side of his head with his wand.

Ron and Draco were locked in a struggle when Ginny, covering her face, slowly flew out of his two pockets and gently landed on the ground.

He waved his wand again, and a Potions in his pocket opened automatically, releasing three drops of Potions onto the heads of the three people, completely enveloping them.

The Potions seemed to suddenly vaporize and seep into their bodies.

Under the influence of the Potions, the Shrinking Charm on their clothes and the Shrinking Solution in their bodies all disappeared instantly.

The three bodies stretched out like noodles, then elastically shrank back into a ball. The next second, they appeared in the same spot as before they took the Shrinking Solution.

Ron wiped his face with disgust, Ginny squatted in place.

Draco, however, looked at the ground, lost in thought.

"Perhaps we didn't come to the wrong place. Harry, take a few steps and see," Draco suddenly said, looking up.

Harry walked along, glancing at the ground Draco had been watching. "No footprints."

"Yes, Lupin seems to be very sentimental; he has used magic to preserve all this dust and damage."

"Look at this chair, it's very sturdy, and there's not a speck of dust on it when you touch it." Draco sat down on a wooden chair—it seemed to be covered in dust, a large piece of wood had been torn off, and one leg was missing.

Harry returned the wands to the three of them.

"That's good, otherwise I would have gone crazy."

"I didn't come all this way just to smell Malfoy's ass!" Ron pointed his wand at himself and used it to clean himself up, one Scourgify another.

"Or rather, these traces simply make people think that no one lives here."

"After all, the Shrieking Shack is a famous attraction in Hogsmeade Village." Harry looked around the room; it didn't feel like a place where anyone lived.

"The door on the right is open," Ginny said, lifting her face. Although her complexion had returned to normal, her ears were still slightly red.

Everyone looked to the right, where a dark passageway led.

Combined with the occasional cold wind and the creaking sounds coming from the rooftop, it seemed particularly terrifying.

At least Ron's expression changed, and he swallowed hard.

"Let's go upstairs, there should be someone up there." Harry tried to remain calm as he wiped away his cold sweat.

So, even with Harry's magic preventing the sound from leaking out, the four of them tiptoed into the hall and climbed the seemingly collapsing staircase.

Everything was covered in a thick layer of dust. The four of them walked on the dusty carpet to the dark staircase platform.

There were four doors in front of them, and the creaking sound came from one of the half-open doors, which let out a warm light.

"Right there." Harry waved, and they peered through the crack in the door: it was a luxurious four-poster bed, the only thing in the room that wasn't dusty, with curtains around it obscuring the shadows cast on it.

But judging from the black fur peeking out from the gap in the curtain, what's inside is clearly not human—or at least not now.

Its tail was constantly and unpleasantly knocking the bed over, which was the source of the noise they heard downstairs.

Upon seeing this, Harry's eyes suddenly widened. Lupin in his wolf form—his sense of smell—

Harry pushed the door open and waved his wand lightly, as if conducting a light melody, thus dispelling the spell that bound the sound.

And the creature on the bed drew back the curtain. It was a giant black wolf, its long, narrow head retracting, its black fur slowly receding like a tide, Zhengling claws, which became long and slender.

Before anyone could even react in surprise, a gray-haired man with his chest half-exposed appeared on the spot.

His face was contorted with anguish, his eyes vacant. After a long silence, he finally spoke in a hoarse voice, "Congratulations on finding me, Harry."

"I thought this day would be a long time from now." Lupin tugged at his hair, gave an unnatural smile that looked like he was making a face.