Hermione, let's start a revolution from Hogwarts!

“Moonflower, black scarab beetle, daisy, and eel eyes used to capture the invisible,” Nietzsche said. “But it must be done at night.”

Snape was intrigued by this well-prepared deduction, so he took a sip of milk and gestured for him to continue.

“Why can’t it be the sun?” Marvolo asked.

“Because the moon doesn’t emit its own light, you idiot.” He glanced at him disdainfully. “Moonlight is the sun refracted through the moon, and even magic can’t change that, so the sun can’t dispel wolfsbane.”

This is a convincing theory; they are not trying to suppress wolfsbane, but rather to dispel it.

The conclusion drawn from the poison is that if the full moon is considered a potion, then the moon and the sun are important ingredients, and the magic is what makes them combine to produce the changes that cause the wolfsbane poison.

"What is most striking in the sky during a lunar eclipse?" Nietzsche asked himself, and answered, "The starlight... The brighter the starlight, the dimmer the moonlight, which is why we need daisies as a guide."

In fact, magic has already given the wizard the answer:

The word daisy is pronounced 'Asteraceae' in Latin spelling, derived from the Greek word 'Astor' (star).

What is a wizard detective?

Nietzsche and John Holmes tore the bread into long strips and arrogantly held them in their mouths. I'm just making a casual deduction.

To be honest, after he and Hermione grasped the core of the 'Full Moon Potion,' everything went smoothly from there, with little difficulty. In the afternoon, Marvolo went out to pick fresh daisies.

As night fell and the moon grew dark and the wind howled, Snape raised his wand and pointed it at the sky. The professor whispered a few words of incantation and used a weather charm to gather several clouds, completely obscuring the moon.

“Lumos---” Nietzsche turned off all the streetlights on Wisteria Road, plunging the neighborhood into darkness, and then pushed the large round table directly into the yard outside the house.

But it wasn't a rainy day, so the starlight around them stood out starkly against the darkness. If you looked closely, Nietzsche could even see the entire sky spinning with supernova clusters, making you dizzy.

This is the most beautiful moment; those stars, which may have long since died out, can still be seen by him by the light they once emitted.

Tonight, there are only stars.

"Are you ready?" Snape took a deep breath and said calmly.

"let's start."

Nietzsche divided the round table into twelve parts, like a clock, and arranged the eel eyes in order from one to twelve on the edge of the table, while the crucible was placed in the center, where the eyes met.

(The daisy in Old English means 'eye of the day')

No one dared to slack off; they lit the fire, heated it, and stirred it under the starlight...

This was a night most worthy of being remembered in history. They watched helplessly as the potion in the cauldron gradually turned from the creamy yellow of daisies to pitch black due to the black scarab powder, as if fragments of the sky had fallen into the cauldron.

The process lasted nearly four hours. Even though they were getting sleepy, they stayed outside and dared not give up.

In the end, they didn't notice anything until the firewood had burned out and the flames went out.

"Did we fail?" Snape asked, sounding somewhat uncertain.

Nietzsche's gaze never left his face, and he simply uttered a single word: "Wait."

He suddenly wondered if the stars had already gone out. But if the stars that were shining now had actually gone out, would that interfere with the potion-making process?

In fact, Nietzsche was more nervous than anyone else, knowing that dawn would break in two hours, and if the eel's eyes collected sunlight into the potion, then the entire potion would be wasted.

“It’s raining…” Marvolo suddenly said.

Nietzsche instinctively raised his hand to shield his head, but when the rain fell on him, it was as if it were an illusion; he watched the rain fall from the sky but felt no water at all.

That wasn't rain, it was starlight.

Magic was with him.

Chapter 297 Lupin: Hey! I'm all better!

The potion was as black as a void in the universe, and only at night could one see a twinkling starlight, as if fluorescent powder had been added.

But once the Darkmoon Potion was made, it needed to be tested. Nietzsche couldn't just grab any werewolf, but Snape suggested using Remus Lupin, a living werewolf, for the test (with a bit of personal grudge involved).

In the days leading up to Black's visit to the Dursleys, a few loud bangs would often echo along Wisteria Drive and Magnolia Drive, at which point two or three house-elves could be seen patrolling.

"How can such a short guy guard those ghosts?" Vernon rummaged through the blinds, only peeking out with his eyes.

He closed all the windows, just for a little psychological comfort—as long as others couldn't see them, they wouldn't know they were hiding in this square room.

Penny sat on the sofa, protecting her son, anxiously awaiting her unknown future.

After Nietzsche completed the Dark Moon Potion, he received a letter on paper transformed into an owl. It was a letter from Quirinus Quirrell:

'I have returned to Hogwarts and joined the new department of the Ministry of Magic;'

Arthur Weasley also came, but what was annoying was that he always wandered around the Ministry of Magic with his two twin sons.

The alchemy equipment is fully operational. Thanks to our previous experience with the magic car, we have obtained the blueprints for modification. We believe that it won't be long before the first interstellar car belonging to the wizards can be produced.

Be careful, I'll be waiting for you at Hogwarts. Take care.

Nietzsche pulled up a deck chair and lay down in the Dursleys' yard like a retired professor, gazing at the azure sky in a daze. The series of good news boosted his confidence, and Hermione would come to keep him company, so he wasn't bored.

Professor Snape, on the other hand, acted as if he belonged at all. When he was "visiting" the Dursleys, he would wave his wand whenever he wanted something to eat, bringing the kitchen utensils to life and leaving the Dursleys furious but unable to say a word.

“I wish it could be like this all summer…” Harry said, sitting on the swing in the yard.

"Come on, don't you hate Professor Snape the most?" Marvolo sat on the steps by the door and laughed loudly. "He didn't put some kind of potion in your food, did he?"

"But there is magic. I'd rather chop caterpillars every day than endure the torment of being with the Dursleys."

Five days passed like this. On the sixth day at noon, the Dursleys' fireplace, which had been sealed with bricks, suddenly exploded. At first, they thought it was Snape's magic going out of control, but that seemed impossible.

A huge group of people fell down the chimney like Santa Claus, blowing black soot everywhere.

"Ouch... stupid Muggle sealed up the fireplace... Who stepped on me? Moonface!"

“It wasn’t me who stepped on you, Nymphadora, it was Bigfoot.”

"How many times have I told you, call me Tonks! Tonks!"

Besides Blake and Lupin, Nietzsche also saw a witch with violet hair, and the three of them were like ropes tied together.

The sudden noise startled Penny and Dudley, who leaned back, while Vernon instinctively raised his gun and pointed it at Blake's forehead.

Anyone would be alarmed if suddenly pointed at by four wands and a shotgun, but Black was not. He ignored the weapons pointing at him like a madman and even greeted Harry at the door.

"We've come to pick you up!" Sirius shouted excitedly.

Vernon, however, looked warily at the hole in the wall and roared, "You have cars but don't use them, and you've blown up my wall?!"

"A car? What car? I used to have a flying motorcycle, but I gave it to Hagrid."

However, Snape still didn't put down his wand, staring intently at the three people who got up from the ground. When the professor's gaze shifted to Lupin, Nietzsche, who was standing to the side, immediately knew what to do.

He said, "Wait, we need to prove you're real!"

“Very vigilant... Alright, then ask away.” Lupin was oblivious to what was amiss; his eyes were only on Harry.

At that moment, Snape pulled out the Full Moon Potion and the Dark Moon Potion from his pocket, and gave the other person a ferocious but what he thought was a very kind smile.

“I remember you were a werewolf, Lupin. But you’re lucky. Nietzsche and I made an antidote, but you have to drink this poison that induces wolfsbane first.” The professor handed over the clear bottle of Full Moon Potion.

Upon hearing the word 'werewolf,' Vernon nervously turned his gun around and placed his finger on the trigger.

"Antidote?" Lu Ping snorted. "Antidote for wolfsbane?"

"Yes."

“Wait! Who knows if you’re trying to harm Remus!” Blake said. “You could have given him the antidote first.”

Nymphadora Tonks stood nervously between the two of them, and Nietzsche looked on in surprise as her violet hair suddenly turned pink.

They could indeed give him the antidote first, but to satisfy Nietzsche and Snape's perverse sense of humor, they decided to test Remus Lupin's authenticity first.

In the premise, if Lupin is the real Lupin, then he will definitely show werewolf characteristics after drinking the Full Moon Potion. Moreover, judging from his mental state and physique, he usually drinks wolfsbane potions, so even if he transforms, it will be controllable.

Lupin met Snape's gaze for a few seconds without backing down, and finally unscrewed the stopper on the potion bottle.

“Don’t be silly, Black. They know about the recent increase in werewolves, and I’m the only werewolf the Order of the Phoenix can control,” he said gently. “I thought Severus wouldn’t joke around.”

However, Snape showed no embarrassment at being exposed, only letting out a cold snort and raising his head expressionlessly.

Lupin drank it all in one gulp, smacking his lips as if still savoring the taste of the potion. At first, there was no change, but an hour later he stepped back and covered his face, and the features on his arm began to grow.

“Very good, it seems to be the real Lupin... Administer the antidote,” the professor ordered.

Lupin's werewolf appearance terrified Penny and Dudley, and he stared at Nietzsche with a questioning look.

Tonks was the first to receive the antidote, angrily leaving behind a harsh statement: "If anything happens to Remus, even Dumbledore can't protect you!"

Ignoring Blake's attempts to stop her, she rushed to Lupin's side, forcefully prying open his hands that were protecting his face, as gently as a mother feeding her child. Her back blocked everyone's view.

Snape not only didn't feel ashamed of his behavior, but he also felt that he had done the right thing.

"You see, Lupin should thank me," the professor said.

Aside from Tonks, who administered the drug, no one could see Lupin's werewolf form, and she probably wouldn't describe how ugly it would look.

The moonlight was dim, and the starlight was like rain... Nietzsche and Hermione were both intently watching Lupin in front of them. He seemed to have all his strength drained away, curled up in the witch's arms and trembling, and the newly grown werewolves began to peel off their skin.

After a long time, Sirius impatiently went over to check on the situation.

"Remus? How are you feeling?"

"I...I..." Lupin stammered, then as Blake drew closer, he suddenly let out a howl, "Ah!"

This startled Blake quite a bit. He instinctively transformed into a large, burly black dog using his Animagus powers, baring his teeth and snarling at the front. However, it was just a joke; Lupin was deliberately trying to scare him.

"I'm fine, it's just that the medicine tastes a bit bitter... hahaha."

Even Sirius couldn't help but curse, but because of Animagus, it only turned into a few barks.

Everyone except the Dursleys laughed, even Snape, who pursed his lips and let out a few twitching sneers of mockery directed at Sirius.

"Blake, don't be scared, this is your favorite prank," the professor added sarcastically.

But for Penny, who is about to step into the magical world, this is only the first step.

Chapter 298 Voldemort's First Counterattack

Amidst the wizards' cheers and laughter, Petunia and Dudley were led away, trembling, leaving Vernon, the only Muggle, to guard the huge house.