The King of Flags at Hogwarts

The gates to the world of the dead opened, and the Dementors' souls were instantly sucked in.

Following the same method, the Dementors in the air were now surrounded, and with nowhere to escape, they had no choice but to obediently meet their end.

The master and apprentice dispersed their guardian spirits, and Bobby landed with a livid face.

The match was over, and Cedric, who had been struck by lightning, regained his senses and quickly caught the Golden Snitch.

Poppy, looking at the numerous Dementors still floating around the castle, said angrily, "Fudge! You won't be getting a single Bronze Knut from me next quarter!"

When Harry woke up, thanks to the candy his cousin had given him, his mood was no longer as low as in the original story. However, his cousin's candy had some side effects; eating too much of it made it difficult for him to sleep.

Harry's mood improved, but as December drew nearer, Snape became unusually irritable.

Two years ago, Bobby gave him a unicorn hair scarf as a Christmas present, and last year it was an enchanted dragon scale bracelet. These were all handmade by Bobby, making them one-of-a-kind gifts.

As her godfather, he gave her only mundane items that could be bought with Galleons!

This is not a competent godfather!

Our church has never been so troubled in over thirty years. What should we send them?

That day, he sat in his office in a daze, the crucible simmering with the wolfsbane potion prepared for Remus Lupin, the one for this month.

Every now and then, he would reflexively glance at the cauldron—even when he was daydreaming, he would never allow the potion to malfunction; this was a basic quality of a potion master!

The office door was pushed open.

In the entire Hogwarts, there was only one person who dared to enter his office without prior notice.

"Bobby, what brings you here?"

Bobby, unusually, had her hair tied back in a ponytail today. She skipped lightly to the table, sniffed delicately, and tilted her head playfully.

"Papa Snape, are you brewing a wolfsbane potion?"

Snape's expression darkened. "Yes, it's for those filthy, smelly werewolves."

"Is that Professor Lupin?"

“How could you…” Snape’s lips twitched. “Yes, it’s him.”

"If Snape finds it too much trouble, how about I brew the wolfsbane potion from now on?"

Snape patted her head. Perhaps in another year, he wouldn't be able to do this anymore. The little girl was growing up too fast. She was only thirteen years old, but she looked like she was the same age as seventeen-year-old Matilda Rozier.

"No need, this is my business. You can go about your own business."

“Alright,” Bobby nodded, taking a cloth bag from his chest. “Look, Papa Snape, this is toffee I made myself. I added euphoria to it. It wasn’t easy to maintain the taste of the candy while keeping the drug’s effects intact!”

She took out a piece of candy and handed it to Snape. "Papa Snape, have a taste!"

This candy is brown, but you can faintly see golden veins.

Snape examined the sugar closely under the light, then smelled it. "Indeed, even though it's mixed with sugar, the effects of the euphoria are still very potent."

Snape put the candy in his mouth. The toffee had a silky smooth texture, a rich and sweet flavor, and the refreshing taste of the euphoric agent blended perfectly with the candy.

Stalin closed his eyes, a smile unconsciously spreading across his face. Memories of his time with Lily before they went to Hogwarts floated into his mind's eye.

"Papa Snape, I'm off! I still have to deliver candy to Mama McGonagall and Papa Flitwick!"

Snape opened his eyes, smiled, and said, "Go, go."

Bobby, a woman as swift as the wind, came and went in a flash.

Snape shook his head, glanced at the liquid in the cauldron, grabbed a handful of licorice, weighed it briefly, shook off some, and put the rest into the cauldron.

His hands had just touched sugar; according to normal procedure, he should have washed his hands before getting the medicine.

But how could he possibly concentrate under the influence of the euphoric drug? You see, adding sugar to the wolfsbane potion would render it completely ineffective.

After the potion had been simmering for a while, Snape noticed that its color was completely wrong. He quickly realized the problem.

The medicine had a strange dark gold color; if only sugar were added, the medicine would be light brown.

This pot of waste medicine can be used for research; there's no need to throw it away.

With that thought in mind, Snape collected the dark golden liquid and placed it on the medicine shelf.

He cleaned up the trash on the table and immediately began brewing a new pot of medicine.

In early December, Lupin knocked on Snape's office door.

"Enter."

Lupin pushed open the door, and Snape was sitting behind the table, leaning back lazily with one fist clenched against his cheek.

He had no interest in paying attention to Lupin; Christmas was fast approaching, and he still hadn't decided on a gift for Bobby.

Poppy loves food, so why not get her some rare ingredients? Once the idea popped into his head, it was immediately unstoppable. Snape went through everything edible in his mind, from ancient times to the present, from heaven to earth.

"Severus, I've come to get my medicine."

Lupin smiled and said to Snape.

"It's on the shelf, get it yourself," Snape said with obvious disgust, even turning his back to Lupin.

Lu Ping shook his head with a wry smile and went to the medicine shelf.

He saw the bottle Snape usually used to store wolfsbane potion, so he took it down.

Little did Snape know that he had filled the bottle with a discarded, ineffective potion that day, while the real potion was right next to the bottle.

The next week is the full moon, and it is time to take the medicine. Lu Ping opened the bottle and found that the medicine inside was different from before, with a luxurious dark gold color.

He leaned closer and smelled it; it was definitely the smell of wolfsbane!

So he tilted his head back and drank it all in one gulp.

This medicine actually tastes pretty good?

This unusual appearance and taste must mean Snape modified the potion for his own benefit!

At that moment, Lu Ping felt deeply moved.

"Severus, thank you so much."

“No need, Dumbledore told me to do this.” He still had his back to Lupin. “Finished drinking? If you’re done, get out of here!”

Lupin sighed and left the office.

Chapter 86 The Werewolf Professor (Part 2)

While everyone else thought Bobby would delve deeper into alchemy, the girl feigned an attack and began researching potions.

That day, when she brought Snape candy, she saw him brewing wolfsbane potion, which reminded her that there was a large group of werewolves waiting for her rescue.

If used properly, these wizards could be just as influential as the Squibs.

She had already developed a potion to cure failed shapeshifting before she was ten years old. Building on that, it wasn't particularly difficult for her to develop a potion to remove the werewolf curse.

Not to mention she also had a living experimental subject.

That evening after dinner, Lupin was assisting Bobby with blood sampling in her small lab when there was a sudden knock on the door.

Bobby pulled out the needle and handed the medical cotton to Lupin, who immediately and skillfully pressed the cotton onto the puncture site himself.

Bobby then snapped his fingers, and the messy raw materials and equipment in the room automatically went to both sides, and the unpleasant smells were also swept away.

Only after completing all this did she open the door.

If the visitors were from the school, she wouldn't need to go to such lengths. However, through observing the flow of magic, she determined that the visitors were Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge and the Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, Amelia Borns.

Generally speaking, the head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement is the strongest contender for the future Minister of Magic position, since this department oversees powerful departments including the Office for the Prevention of Magical Misuse, the Auror Command, the Wizengamor Administration, the Office for the Investigation and Confiscation of Counterfeit Defense Charms and Protective Equipment, the Office for the Prevention of Muggle Misuse, and the Magical Law Enforcement Team.

If it weren't for Barty Crouch's son, Barty Crouch Jr., causing trouble for his father, Fudge wouldn't be the Minister of Magic now.

Lupin pulled down his sleeves, bowed very politely to Fudge and Burns, and then said, "Bobby, since you have distinguished guests, I'll be leaving now."

He had to leave. Tonight was a full moon night, and he had to hurry back to his room to get through this difficult night. Fortunately, he had drunk the wolfsbane potion a week ago, so even if he transformed into a werewolf, he would still have a clear mind and wouldn't harm others.

Bobby nodded slightly, and Lupin quickly bypassed the two guests and left the room.

"So it's Minister Fudge and Director Borns. What brings you two to my humble laboratory?"

After the door closed, Bobby warmly invited the two to sit down.

Fudge forced a smile and said politely, "Miss Evans' laboratory has produced countless potions that have benefited the magical world. How can you say it's meager?"

He pointed to a brand-new set of crystal instruments in the corner of the room. "As far as I know, that set of natural magic crystal experimental equipment alone costs tens of thousands of Galleons."

Bobby simply smiled and skipped the topic: "What brings the Minister and the Director here today?"

Fudge laughed and said, "We are prepared to complete the investigation of Sirius's case ahead of schedule, which means he will soon be exonerated. We have even prepared a third-class medal of the Order of Merlin for his loyalty and courage."

Bobby shrugged. "This is your department's business. What does it have to do with me? Even if Sirius Black isn't exonerated, what does it have to do with me? You want to put Dementors around schools? Go ahead and put them there. But if they still hurt students, I'll just kill a few more."

Amelia Borns is a broad-shouldered woman with a square jaw, short gray hair, and a monocle.

She said, "Bobby, we're talking about serious matters. Don't let your emotions get the better of you."

Ms. Burns and Dumbledore were very close. Her brother was the founder of the Order of the Phoenix, and their Burns family was one of the most powerful families in the early days of Voldemort's rise to power.

Since the old lady had spoken, Bobby couldn't be too presumptuous, after all, she was considered an elder in his family.

“Alright, alright, whatever you say,” Bobby said, looking at Fudge. “You don’t come here unless you need something, Minister Fudge. Just say what you need.”

“Um,” Fudge suddenly became flustered, “I heard about the budget for next quarter…”

Bobby shook his head. "Minister, I've been researching potions to break the werewolf curse all this time. I haven't interfered with the Chamber of Commerce or Gringotts matters. What's wrong? Is the budget for next quarter insufficient?"

“No, no, it’s not a question of whether it’s enough or not,” Fudge said with a regretful expression, “but rather that the sponsorship from the Ant Merchant Guild has completely disappeared, and Gringotts is no longer willing to provide loans.”

He truly regretted it. In order to demonstrate his authority, he insisted on postponing the exoneration of Sirius Black, using this as an opportunity to allow the Dementors to enter Hogwarts, hoping to give Dumbledore a hard time.

But to everyone's surprise, Bobby Evans' methods were so direct that she actually cut off the Ministry of Magic's funding.

Previously, the Ministry of Magic's operating expenses came from taxes and sponsorships from various families, but with a prophecy by Poppy, nearly half of the major families fell apart.

Of course, some of the remaining pure-blood families fared well, such as those that sided with Dumbledore. Fudge glanced discreetly at Borns beside him; her family was one of the beneficiaries, along with others like the Longbottoms and Shackles. Even the Weasleys were doing much better than before thanks to Bobby Evans.

But more often, there are families like the Malfoys, whose businesses are brutally suppressed, and who gradually find themselves unable to make ends meet.

Therefore, the Ministry of Magic's operations depend on the taxes and sponsorships paid by the Ant Merchant Guild.