Hogwarts: Voldemort, don't stop me from studying

"Roar--"

The werewolf did not appreciate it and roared angrily.

When Hagrid ran to the Hog's Head Inn, he saw the owner, who was still wearing a grey robe in the middle of summer, standing outside the door looking in. When he saw Hagrid carrying the struggling werewolf over, the owner's face looked as ugly as if he had eaten shit.

"I..." Hague hesitantly explained his purpose: "Dumbledore asked me to wait for him here..."

The gray-haired wizard looked even angrier. He said coldly, "Don't bring this kind of thing into my tavern. You will scare away all the guests!"

"Oh……"

Hagrid thought about it, but he had to wait for Dumbledore, so he stood next to the Hog's Head Inn holding a werewolf. The look was as weird as it could be.

Werewolf: “Woo-woo—”

Shopkeeper Aberforth: "..."

"Forget it, come in." Aberforth said helplessly: "He is such a smart man, why did he find a fool like you to work?"

……

Watching Hagrid leave, Dumbledore said again: "Sylvanus!"

"What are you doing?" Professor Kettleburn said vigilantly, "I am no longer a professor at the school. You have no right to criticize my actions!"

"I'm not blaming you for anything." Dumbledore said calmly, "Please help send these two Mr. Weasleys back to school. It's not appropriate for them to hang around outside tonight."

Although Kettleburn only had one arm and half a leg, Dumbledore showed no intention of taking care of the disabled when he sent him to escort the Weasley twins.

Professor Kettleburn had no objection and muttered, "This is fine - fortunately Minerva is not here."

He waved his wand, and a flattened wheelchair rolled over from somewhere and stopped in front of the old man.

Professor Kettleburn tapped the wheelchair with his wand, causing it to return to its original position, and said, "Put me down, child."

George said nothing and put Professor Kettleburn back into the wheelchair. Fred also pulled the blanket that was stuck on the armrest and covered the old professor's knees with it.

"Come on, good children," said Kettleburn.

The wheelchair started to turn, and Fred was still reluctant to leave, but when Dumbledore was there, they chose to be good children.

George took the initiative to push the wheelchair. After walking some distance, he turned around and saw that some shopkeepers in the village had gathered around Dumbledore, and the headmaster was speaking to them gently.

"Professor, what happened? Can a werewolf transform on a night that is not a full moon?"

Tonight is the waning moon, only half a circle. What's more, the moon hasn't even appeared yet!

"I said I didn't know either. Do you believe me?"

Kettleburn was equally puzzled and said, "I was watching the movie at home and the crazy werewolf broke in. Then it was Hagrid - that reckless guy crushed my wheelchair and almost got me caught and bitten by the werewolf!"

"So...if you want to know the whole story, you have to ask Professor Hagrid." Fred nodded and concluded.

"Yes, that's it!" Kettleburn added, "Of course, Dumbledore came last, but he must know something."

……

"Don't look at me like that. I have no idea how this happened."

Facing Aberforth's questioning, Dumbledore said calmly: "If you give me time and let me check it, I may be able to give you an answer."

"Hmph!" Aberforth snorted and said angrily, "Better take them all away quickly! I don't want to have anything to do with these troubles! Haven't you troubled me enough because of this kid?"

He lifted the dirty door curtain and walked away.

Dumbledore paused at the door before walking in.

After seeing the werewolf, most of the customers in the Hog's Head Inn ran away, and the remaining two or three were driven away by Aberforth. Now they were the only ones left in the store.

Hagrid tied up the werewolf and wrapped a towel around its claws to prevent it from scratching itself.

Dumbledore waved his wand, sending the werewolf to sleep, and said, "Tell me what happened, Hagrid."

"Professor, I don't know how this happened..."

Hagrid said blankly, "Lupin and I just had a drink at the Three Broomsticks and talked about how to be a professor..."

"Everything was fine when we separated. It was only a short while... just a short while... I swear it was only two minutes... and then I heard screaming..."

"Don't be nervous, Hagrid, it's not your fault."

Dumbledore used his wand to push away the werewolf's fine gray hair, his eyes darkening.

The broken metal needle is hidden in the hair and cannot be seen unless you look carefully.

Chapter 348: Product of Muggles

"What's this?"

Hagrid squinted his eyes, trying hard to see the little thing that was too thin for him.

Dumbledore was cautious not to make direct contact. Instead, he put his finger above the metal needle and slowly lifted it up, and the needle was pulled out bit by bit.

The silver-gray metal was very sharp and shone with a cold light.

"This seems to be a Muggle thing?"

Hagrid poked it with his fingernail and said doubtfully.

"Recently, some healers at St. Mungo's have started to bring in Muggle medical equipment."

Dumbledore narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at it for a long time, and then said: "But...it is true that Muggles are more accustomed to using these things."

Dumbledore waved his wand, and a silver phoenix emerged from the tip of Dumbledore's wand and disappeared in a flash.

Not long after, Charity Burbage and Madam Pomfrey hurried over. They were only wearing thick cloaks over their nightgowns, and Madam Pomfrey's hair was loose.

They entered the Hog's Head Inn, where the werewolf was placed in a guest room upstairs. The dim oil lamp only illuminated a small area. The hygiene in the room was very poor, and the items all looked greasy.

Hagrid was standing by the bed, covering his wound, while Dumbledore was standing at the window, looking out, not knowing what he was looking at.

"Dumbledore, Hagrid, we—"

Professor Bubbage had not yet finished his greeting when Hagrid turned around and saw the furry figure behind him.

The werewolf had woken up from his coma. He was growling and grimacing, but he was tied up tightly with several chains.

"what--"

The Muggle Studies professor let out a scream and nearly ran away.

"Calm down, Caridi."

Dumbledore supported Professor Burbage and said, "He is not capable of hurting anyone now. I asked you to come here to show you this thing - Poppy, please help Hagrid deal with his wound first."

"Ok."

Madam Pomfrey said calmly.

The Patronus Phoenix had already informed her what she needed to bring, and Madam Pomfrey had prepared everything.

She put the medicine box she carried with her, which looked only as big as two bricks, on the ground. The box unfolded with a "click", and in the blink of an eye it became a shelf that was five layers high and two meters wide.

Hagrid's wounds were still bleeding. He took off his coat, revealing those terrible wounds, causing Professor Bubbage next to him to let out another low cry.

She looked at the werewolf on the bed with fear, her heart pounding, but fortunately, the white-bearded principal next to her gave Professor Bubbaji a great sense of security.

She took a few deep breaths and looked carefully at the long, thin needle in her hand.

Madam Pomfrey mixed silver powder and dimethicone in an appropriate proportion and applied it evenly to Hagrid's wound, while asking seriously, "Did he bite you?"

"No, I pay attention to that."

Hagrid shook his head and asked worriedly, "Will I become a werewolf?"

Madam Pomfrey glanced at him. "No, generally speaking, no."

"General?" Hagrid raised his voice in horror.

"The necessary condition for becoming a werewolf is to be bitten by a werewolf in wolf form on a full moon night. What really transmits lycanthropy is the blood and saliva of a werewolf after it has transformed."

Madam Pomfrey said objectively.

"That's good." Hagrid breathed a sigh of relief, "It's not a full moon tonight, and I wasn't bitten."

Madam Pomfrey's frown did not relax.

"That's the thing—Hagrid."

"No werewolf has ever transformed on a night other than the full moon. Before I know the reason for this werewolf's transformation, I can't be sure whether he has the lycanthropy virus in his claws."

"Also, if your wound is contaminated with his blood or saliva, it is also possible to get infected - being bitten is the most direct way, but it is not the only way, do you understand?"

Hagrid's face turned paler and more worried as Madam Pomfrey spoke.

The big man looked at Madam Pomfrey pitifully, as if he was about to burst into tears.

But after a long silence, he said, "Madam, please take a look at him. I hit him several times and he may have seven or eight broken bones."

Because Hagrid knew that the werewolf was Lupin, he was restrained during the fight and was repeatedly escaped by him. But at the critical moment, he knew that he had also taken several ruthless actions and even clearly heard the sound of bones breaking.

Hagrid sat on the ground sighing, worrying that he might turn into a werewolf and that Lupin would be crippled by him.

Madam Pomfrey gave him a gentle look before going to heal the werewolf on the bed.

"Ouch——"

The werewolf bared its teeth and howled.

Madam Pomfrey took out a bottle of potion and poured it into the werewolf's long mouth. In less than a second, the werewolf fell asleep again.

The school doctor in a white robe waved his wand, and rays of green light fell on the werewolf, checking his injuries.

On the other side of the room, Professor Bubbage used magic to magnify the needle and observed it for a while before saying, "This is indeed a Muggle thing, and it has nothing to do with the medical equipment introduced by St. Mungo's."

"—irrelevant?" asked Dumbledore.

"Yes."

Professor Bubbage said nervously, "This needle is too thick and is usually used on large animals. St. Mungo's needle is very thin, but most people don't want to be pricked by it..."

"And you see, there are three small holes at the tip of the needle. I've never seen such a design before. It's very sophisticated in terms of craftsmanship, but it's unnecessary..."