Hogwarts: From Little Wizard to White Lord

Then, Vaughn picked up a syringe and pushed up his glasses. "Now, Mr. Marcus, let's get started. This potion can help you transform into a werewolf and activate the virus in your body, making it easier for me to observe and extract it. I believe you don't mind, right?"

Mr. Marcus, with his head covered, was unable to answer.

He couldn't even struggle.

As the potion was pushed into the body, the howling of a werewolf was soon heard in the basement, and then turned into a scream. In the shop above, Snape and the old clerk heard the sound and did not show any strange expression.

More than three hours later, when it was almost noon, Snape re-entered the basement.

He smelled the faint aroma of potion in the air, pushed open the door, and saw a horrific scene - a foot above the ground, there were several pools of rotten flesh, with only the skeleton remaining in its normal shape.

Their skin was peeled off, their muscles and internal organs were completely exposed, and their pink nerves were throbbing.

But surprisingly, there was no blood. The blood was drawn away by a tank floating nearby. Whenever a test tube was full, it would automatically float to the separation device and spin hummingly inside.

Next to it, there were many similar devices running, which dazzled Snape.

Although he knew that Vaughan's ideas were always eccentric and completely different from those of traditional pharmacists, such a scene still challenged his imagination.

Vaughn was lying in front of the laboratory table at this time.

The pair of magnifying glasses were pushed up to his forehead. He put his eyes on the microscope, and the halo of magic potion flowed in the glass slide. On the other side of the laboratory table, the automatic feather pen connected to his thoughts was recording.

He looked up when he heard Snape come in. "Ah, Professor, is it noon already?"

"Yes..." Snape was silent for a moment, then asked, "How's the progress?"

"Very smooth."

Vaughn was in a good mood. He said cheerfully, "Through the cooperation of several gentlemen, I've found where the werewolf virus is hidden. It's incredible. They have an extra organ compared to ordinary humans. When a werewolf is in human form, this organ is hidden behind the heart."

"But when a werewolf begins to transform, its tissue will spread into the lymphatic system. By circulating in the lymphatic system, the werewolf's saliva and blood will be filled with the virus..."

"Also, wolfsbane has proven effective in suppressing the werewolf virus, but it's not enough. It primarily targets the magical aspect of the virus, a cursed power entangled in the virus. It's the main reason werewolves lose their sanity."

As he spoke, he flipped through his notes and muttered, "It's a bit difficult. The curse and the virus are one and the same. If either one is not eliminated, it will regenerate... At present, it seems that wolfsbane can only suppress the curse, but cannot eliminate it. So, even if the wolfsbane potion is developed, it can only keep the werewolves sane..."

Hearing this, Snape immediately took the stack of notes from Vaughn.

After quickly reading it, his face twitched as he looked at Vaughn and asked, "You think this isn't enough?"

Vaughn, waking from his thoughts, shook his head. "If it were just to curb the dangers of werewolves running amok, then of course it would be enough. But this medicine can't restrain werewolves bent on doing evil."

"You are too perfectionist!" Snape criticized him rarely.

"In my opinion, this potion is more than enough to help those poor people you told me about the other day. Or rather, your potion can only help them."

"Because they are the only ones who are forced into this situation, and their predicament is also due to the loss of control caused by their transformation into a werewolf. Your potion may not be able to solve the problem of the werewolf group, but it can alleviate their predicament and allow them to live, work, and fall in love like normal people..."

Having said this, he suddenly paused.

There was a visible expression of disgust on his face, as if he was thinking of some disgusting guy.

He skipped over the word and concluded, "Anyway, it's useful!"

Vaughn remained noncommittal. He felt that Snape was a bit idealistic: "Professor, the prejudice in people's hearts is as huge as a mountain. If it cannot be completely resolved, the situation of werewolves will not be able to improve at all!"

However, after more than three hours of testing for the virus, Vaughn also knew that it would be unlikely for him to solve it in a short time.

He then said, "Of course, you are right. It does work. At least it can prevent those werewolves who are forced to be infected from actively harming others."

Seeing that Vaughn seemed to have given up his hesitation, Snape resumed his aloof persona and asked concisely, "When is it going to be released?"

"It will take a while."

Vaughn said, "Today is just a test of the properties. The properties cannot be preserved. Next, we need a series of tests, selection of auxiliary materials, and planning of rituals to finalize the actual potion formula... I'm so hungry, where should we eat?"

His jumping thoughts almost made Snape lose his expression.

"...Are you not going to deal with these experimental subjects?"

"Ah... I almost forgot. Could you please help set the Fiendfyre on fire? These guys are Greyback's lackeys. They should be honored enough for their contributions."

"Humph, cruel fellow!"

"Thanks for the compliment, Professor."

Soon, the fierce fire engulfed the rotten flesh. This powerful cursed fire burned them to ashes.

Chapter 65 Werewolf Wanderer

It was another morning in the basement.

Gray skylight streamed in through the skylight, and shadows of snow danced outside.

Vaughn lay on a laboratory table. Several desk lamps focused their light in front of his eyes, which was then gathered by magic and spread evenly, like a ball of viscous liquid.

Densely packed but orderly glass slides are floating around.

The scarlet blood in the glass slide shimmered like a gem, and occasionally a magical halo flowed through.

"Specimen No. 763!"

As Vaughan muttered to himself, a glass slide floated to the side of the microscope, and No. 762 automatically withdrew, allowing it to take over under the objective lens.

Time passed in this boring way as he verified each specimen. When Vaughn stood up to stretch his joints due to back pain, it was already dawn.

After rubbing his rumbling stomach, Vaughn didn't insist any longer. He pulled out his wand and waved it. A box on the lab table opened, and the floating glass slides around it were automatically collected into it. The microscope stretched out its hands and feet to cover itself with a dust cloth.

With a snap of Vaughan's fingers, wool sweaters, jackets and velvet suits flew out from the hangers in the corner.

His lab coat automatically fell off and he stuffed himself into the laundry bin next to him.

Regular clothes rushed in and were put on him, and the intimate irons jumped up and rotated around him up and down, as if looking for wrinkles.

This is the magic of this house.

Vaughn covered his mouth and yawned, muttering, "The professor really knows how to enjoy himself..."

He was currently at Snape's home, located at 19 Spinner's End, in a remote suburb of the remote town of Cokeworth.

As the name of the town suggests, it belongs to Muggles (Coke means coke, representing industry). Looking out from the narrow skylight above the basement, you can see a huge chimney standing in the distance, overlooking the entire town.

After packing up his things, Vaughn walked out of the basement.

There was no spacious and warm living room, or hospitable host. When Vaughn pushed open the basement door and walked up, he could only see a small room.

There was a circle of candles lit in the lamps hanging from the ceiling, but their dim light did not bring much brightness. In the dim candlelight, the four walls of the small room were filled with books, which made it even more crowded.

The small space left could barely fit an old sofa, an old recliner, and a rickety table.

All the furnishings give people a feeling of being shabby, dark and depressing, without anything that can make people happy.

Just like Snape, who was sitting on the fluffy sofa at this moment, with empty eyes, wondering what he was thinking.

Vaughn, unfazed, waved, "Hey, Professor, have you had breakfast?"

Snape's hollow eyes lit up, as if he had escaped from his thoughts. He glanced at Vaughn and responded to his energy with a cold, "No!"

"So you didn't cook? Great, give me some pounds, Professor, and I'll eat out!"

Snape: "..."

The dull atmosphere in the room suddenly became more lively. Snape fumbled in his pocket with a stiff face for a long time before finally finding a crumpled five-pound note.

"The last one—"

"You can't do that, Professor. Living in a Muggle community, how can you not always have some Muggle currency? Christmas is still two days away. Are we going to eat dirt tonight?"

Seeing Vaughn taking away his money while nagging and complaining, Snape almost couldn't help but pull out his wand.

Of course there was food stored in the house. Normally, he couldn't spend all the dozens of pounds he exchanged every time he came back.

But ever since he cooked a meal for Vaughan the day before yesterday, this hateful guy began to dislike him.

The pounds he had exchanged in the summer also began to shrink rapidly.

"Shut up!"

"Okay...By the way, Professor, I'm going to the warehouse to check on the werewolves, so you don't have to make my lunch. Of course, if you'd like to eat out, remember to let me know."

"roll!"

Vaughn said goodbye to Snape, who was about to lose control, with a smile, walked out of the room, and wandered around this remote and dilapidated town with his hands in his pockets.

The industry that was once the lifeblood of Muggles had withered in the 90s due to England's economic transformation. Naturally, this small town named after coke became a tear of the times.

If it were spring or summer, perhaps there would still be some vitality, but now in the middle of winter, several feet of snow made the not-so-spacious streets seem empty.

Rows of dilapidated brick buildings, their dark windows as lifeless as Snape's eyes.

The winding river that runs through the town is so dirty that even ice and snow cannot wash away its dirtiness. Dead weeds hang desolately on both sides of the river, piles of garbage are piled on the river bank, and the air is filled with a pungent smell.

"Is this where Snape and the Evans sisters grew up?"

Vaughan shook his head. He remembered Cokeworth. A long time ago, young Snape met Lily Evans by the pond near this town.

That must have been the happiest moment in Snape's life...

After all, he had a Muggle father with a bad temper and a tendency to domestic violence. Snape's pure-blood ideals might have been formed when he was a child - his mother, Eileen Prince, was from the Prince family and was a genuine pure-blood, and his father hated this.

No one knows why a pure-blood witch would marry a bad-tempered Muggle, but there is no doubt that their relationship eventually broke down and they took out their resentment on each other and their children.

During the few days Vaughn stayed in the cabin, he didn't see any family photos.

Obviously, the trauma of his childhood has not yet disappeared from Snape's heart. Since his return, he has become more and more depressed, often sitting on the sofa in a daze.

That's not a healthy mentality, and Vaughn feels he should make him more "lively."

Vaughan happily shook the 5 pounds in his hand and walked a long way to a restaurant, which was also the only place in the town that served breakfast.

After buying a cup of coffee, a sausage sandwich and an omelet and eating them slowly, Vaughn came to an almost abandoned warehouse on the other side of the town.

The town's nearly bankrupt industry has long been unable to afford to rent here.

Vaughan rented one of the buildings to temporarily house his experimental subjects. The only thing he had to worry about was being disturbed by Muggles.

Because there is not even a gatekeeper here.

He walked through the open gate of the warehouse area and came to the warehouse he rented.

Vaughan saw a few Muggle ruffian teenagers wandering around outside the warehouse in a daze.

Under the combined effects of the Safeguard, Exorcism and Confusion spells, these Muggles could neither approach nor leave the warehouse.

This is to prevent them from spreading any strange ghost stories.