Ancient Wizards Return to Hogwarts...

Chapter 130 A thousand years ago, I would definitely have killed you.

A short while later, Mr. Henry returned with a tall, thin man.

"Damocles, a very famous apothecary," Mr. Henry briefly introduced the visitors to Daphne and Rice.

Upon hearing the word "pharmacist," Reston immediately understood his purpose: he had come to treat Astoria.

To be honest, I felt a little ashamed. I had been eating and drinking at Greengrass's house for half the summer vacation, but I had never mentioned curing Daphne's sister of the curse. I only gave her some calming potions and incense so that she could sleep peacefully without dreams.

The reason for not rushing into treatment was that Rice was constantly thinking about the appropriate treatment plan.

Unlike the "thick-skinned" Ravenclaw, Astoria's soul was much more fragile. Such brutal treatments were clearly ineffective; otherwise, she would have driven herself mad before the curse was completely removed. Moreover, he didn't have a second fragment of Voldemort's soul.

Furthermore, Ravenclaw wouldn't dare to misuse soul fragments. The reason she was assigned to Ravenclaw was because she was strong enough; Voldemort's fragmented soul was nothing more than a minor ailment in her presence.

But Astoria was different; her soul was too weak.

Could the remnant soul take the opportunity to devour her soul and grow stronger? Rice thought it was very possible.

The Damocles that Mr. Henry invited was quite capable. According to Mr. Henry, he had recently developed a magic potion called Wolfsbane Potion, which could alleviate the symptoms of werewolves when they transformed.

"No, my potion only allows werewolves to maintain their sanity even after they transform into wolves; it doesn't prevent them from transforming."

Rice: ? ! !

"Huh?" He was so surprised that he accidentally exclaimed.

Damocles glanced at him, mistakenly thinking that the young wizard had not understood or could not comprehend what he was saying, so he described his new potion in simpler language.

Rice: "..."

He was silent.

If someone had made this potion and displayed it in front of me a thousand years ago, I would have killed that traitor among the wizards without hesitation.

How can a werewolf remain rational while transforming?! How did someone with such great intelligence survive to this day?

Gryffindor's approach to healing werewolves: send them to their next life.

Ravenclaw's approach to healing werewolves: prevent werewolves from maintaining their werewolf form.

The modern wizard's approach to curing werewolves is to keep the werewolf conscious while in werewolf form.

Have you noticed anything wrong? Does Damocles think too much about werewolves?

Based on what Rice has seen and heard, werewolves have maintained a consistently low social standing in the magical world for millennia, suffering severe discrimination. They are practically on par with house-elves.

Many werewolves have developed psychological problems as a result. If these despised werewolves can maintain their rationality after transforming, will they develop the idea of ​​taking revenge on wizard society?

With just a single bite, a high-ranking wizard can be dragged into the mire. Once transformed into a werewolf, even the greatest talent and the noblest bloodline will vanish.

Are there really werewolves who could resist such temptation?

Even though I'm in a terrible situation, as long as you're just as miserable as I am...

I feel much better now!

Even if only one out of ten werewolves is psychologically twisted, the damage to the magical world would be immeasurable.

In Rice's eyes, the combat capabilities of modern wizards were quite questionable. Could they defeat a werewolf who maintained his rationality after transforming?

Damocles lived up to his name, truly becoming a sword hanging over the heads of wizards.

Seeing Rice's stunned expression, Damocles smiled: Everyone who had heard of the potions he invented praised him highly, including many high-ranking officials in the Ministry of Magic. It was only basic for an ordinary little wizard to be dumbfounded.

He has already decided that he will go back and conduct experiments with a few more werewolves to confirm that the potion can work reliably before making it public.

"Alright, we've wasted a lot of time. Let's hurry and check on little Astoria." Damocles stopped chatting with the "little one" and got down to business.

Damocles had heard from his doctor friend that the youngest daughter of the Greengrass family had contracted a strange illness, but he was not worried at all because he had made two preparations.

In any case, Miss Astoria's symptoms will surely improve today.

Astoria was used to dealing with doctors.

She sat obediently at the table, letting Damocles examine her, just like a beautiful doll.

After examining Astoria with several exquisitely crafted and complex instruments, a dark glint flashed in Damocles' eyes: the little girl's condition was extremely complicated, but the good news was that, as he had deduced based on the available information, she was under a "blood curse."

I was prepared for this situation.

After completing the examination, Damocles pondered for a moment, then asked with a grave expression, "Is Miss Astoria under a blood curse?"

After receiving an affirmative reply from Mr. Henry, he slowly said, "The blood curse is very difficult to cure."

Mr. Henry remained expressionless, seemingly unsurprised by Damocles' words.

"—But I have a potion that can delay the onset of the curse and even alleviate the symptoms, though the effects vary from person to person."

Mr. Henry was stunned for a moment, then his face lit up with ecstasy.

Rice: ?

Is this for real? Is this person in front of me really that powerful?

Rice asked himself honestly, he was already a top master in the field of potions—the reason he didn't call himself the number one potion master was because the field of potions had been constantly evolving over the past thousand years, and there might have been miraculous formulas he was unaware of. In other words, his knowledge might be somewhat outdated, and it would be presumptuous to rashly claim to be number one.

Even I wasn't confident I could do it, yet Damocles could offer a solution after just one meeting. Was he truly a genius, or did he possess some kind of miraculous cure for the blood curse that I was unaware of?

Rice squinted, standing behind Damocles and scrutinizing him.

Mr. Henry was overjoyed and immediately asked Damocles to provide the medicine for treatment, without even asking about the price.

"Please give me a laboratory, and I will prepare the medicine for Miss Astoria right away."

Damocles' request was immediately granted; Mr. Henry provided him with a fully equipped alchemy room and allowed him to use his own stock of potions.

"Should I excuse myself?" Mr. Henry understood that most of these formulas were core secrets of the pharmacists, and he naturally wouldn't break the rules.

"No need. Preparing medicine is a highly specialized task; you don't need to do it."

To Mr. Henry's surprise, Damocles didn't seem to mind him watching his actions at all.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Update delivered. I worked a lot of overtime today, so the second update will be a bit later.

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