In the Office of Black Magic Defense, there are not only Professor Lupin, but also Harry.

The desk in the room was moved to one side and looked much spacious.

In front of Harry, there was a large wardrobe, and the sound of slapping and slamming sounds came from inside.

After William interrupted his chanting, Harry was holding his wand high, his face full of nervousness, like a constipation patient for more than ten years.

"William, are you here?" Lupin stood up with an extremely enthusiastic attitude.

"Well, I'll give you medicine. Professor Dumbledore should have mentioned it to you, right?"

"Yes, thank you so much." Professor Lupin breathed a sigh of relief, "I was still wondering whether to remind you.

Just now, I met Professor Snape at the door, right?"

William nodded. "Yes, we didn't have a good chat...but the professor should be quite happy."

Can it be unhappy? He sold the wolf poison potion that no one drank to William.

It is worthy of being the leader of the three evils of Hogwarts!

"Is that true? Snape was extremely angry when he left the room." Lupin sighed.

Just now, Snapefi forced him to drink potions, and it seemed that he would not give him face if he didn't drink them.

The potion was full of smell of stinky feet. If Lupin didn't want to die young, he would have to lose face.

"That potion must be poisonous!" Harry couldn't help but interrupt, and he shouted: "We should say to Professor Dumbledore, he may not know yet."

Harry always felt that if he hadn't been present, Lupin would have been pinched by Snape and forced the potion into his mouth.

Harry stayed away from the closet, hurriedly came over, looking down at the cup in William's hand.

He knew that Professor Lupin was in poor health. He used to cook potions by Snape, but now he has become William.

He couldn't help but ask curiously:

"William, what kind of potion is this?"

Lupin became nervous, afraid that William would let go.

"Harry, Professor Lupin won't want you to know his little secret."

William whispered with a smile on his lips: "Children-tonifying medicine."

“…”

Harry glanced at Lupin in a strange way. The professor was indeed pale... It turned out to be kidney deficiency!

etc……

Snape boiled kidney-tonifying medicine for Lupin, and looked like he was unhappy if he didn't drink it?!

Ah this...

Harry suddenly felt that he had discovered something amazing.

Lupin took the cup and sniffed it, with a hint of satisfaction on his face: "The familiar smell, which used to be unpalatable, but now it smells so good."

"William, I know you are very busy, thank you for helping me cook it.

I have never been very good at potions. Professor Slughorn didn't like me very much back then."

"Professor Slughorn?" Harry wondered.

"The last Potion Professor was retired for many years. Professor Snape took over his class after he left," William explained.

"Do you know Professor Slughorn?" Lupin was extremely surprised.

"I heard from Professor Dumbledore." William's tone was plain.

After the secret room incident last semester, Dumbledore mentioned the old professor.

In the words of the principal: Slughorn was the dean of Slytherin College before, and he liked Tom the most, and the two had close personal relationships.

When Voldemort fell, Slughorn was ecstatic and looked abnormal

Dumbledore therefore suspected that Slughorn and Tom had shared certain dark secrets.

The principal is now trying to find a way to get from his words.

Lupin put the potion into his mouth, took a sip, and started trembling.

After sweating coldly, he breathed a sigh of relief: "It's a pity that you can't add sugar. But William, your potion level is really great. You are only in the fourth grade!"

What has he been doing for four years?

They were flying eagles and lackeys all day long, either making pranks or traveling at night.

Oh, and you have to help James give advice to pursue Lily and destroy her unreliable friendship with Snape.

“Is this difficult to cope?”

Harry looked at the cup and licked his lips, as if he wanted to taste the salty taste.

He doesn't care whether he nourishes the kidneys or not, so he wants to taste the taste.

He has a problem, and he likes bad potions!

"It's very difficult, only a few potion masters can make it." Lupin gave a positive answer.

"For my small problem, only this medicine can work. I am very lucky to meet two wizards who can make this potion in a row."

Lupin said curiously again: "Oh, maybe Hermione can cook it too, right?"

"She is not good yet." William smiled and shook his head: "However, she can help me with many steps."

In the second grade, Hermione was able to make compound decoctions by herself. She was very talented, but she still lacked some experience.

William needs to continue to be patient in training for a few years.

Harry was slightly shocked. He knew that William and Hermione were very powerful, but he didn't expect that they were so... amazing!

I am too familiar with it and have no feelings.

But if you think about what the two have done carefully, you will find that... the gap between him and the two is greater than that between dogs and humans.

I can’t fall into depravity with Ron anymore. I will copy homework every day and I have to use feces to apply it to the wall!

If William knew what Harry was thinking, he would only sigh...toona?ve!

There are only zero and countless times when copying homework.

This is an addictive habit: before doing it, it is in a hurry; after doing it, it is full of guilt and swears that there is no next time.

"What are you doing?" William looked at the shaking wardrobe, which shook even more.

"Practice the patron sage?"

"That's right." Lupin signaled Harry to continue practicing.

Harry left reluctantly, and he was now more interested in potions than the patron curse.

"A cup of tea?" Lupin said.

He tapped the kettle with his magic wand, and a steam suddenly spurted out of the spout.

William nodded and glanced at the office.

There is not much difference between the room layout and Halloween, but there are a lot of magical creatures.

In the distance, in a large water tank, a sick green guy with pointed horns, pressed his face against the glass and grimaced at William.

Lupin handed over the teacup and said, "Fantastic Beast Grindilo, I'm going to hand it over to the third-grade students, their progress is too behind."

"Well, indeed. We learned it in the first grade... Professor Tywin taught."

"Tywin, I remember him. He had a good relationship with James back then, but he didn't expect he was also a Death Eater."

William raised his eyebrows.

Lupin probably didn't know that the relationship between the two was not just good...Tywin also wanted to be Lupin's "sister-in-law".

But his childhood sweetheart series is not as good as Lily's sky-falling system.

And Snape's childhood sweetheart series is not as good as James's series.

This is really a tragedy.

Professor Luping said a little bitterly:

"The world is changing too fast. People who seemed to be good back then will always become unpredictable in the end."

"You still insist that Pet Peter is alive?" he glanced at William and couldn't help asking.

"Yes, I believe the judgment I got after thinking about it." William said calmly.

"Do you believe it, professor?"

"I...is not sure." Lupin sighed, his eyes drifted, and he looked into the distance and fell into deep thought.

Over the past decade, he has lived day after day, without being very happy or sad.

But occasionally when I am alone, I will unconsciously think of the plunderer and a trace of loss flashes through my heart.
To be continued...