HP: For a better world

"It's a full moon."

Lucius stood up and looked toward the center of the field. His wand was in his pocket, within easy reach, so he wasn't worried. There were three wizards in full armor, holding their wands, cautiously pointed at the ground, guarding against the werewolf, their eyes fixed on him.

Lupin is transforming.

"Crack, click, click..."

Lupin's face twisted violently, and the chain tightened in an instant, with the sound of metal twitching. The hand holding the chain twitched, urging him to let go, but he gritted his teeth and held it tighter while wailing.

The sound of muscle spasms and bones twitching in his ears mixed together, and Lupin couldn't tell which was more obvious, his own screams or the illusion of hearing sounds inside his body - his nails protruded and his fingertips sank into the gaps in the chains, and his eyes froze into the pupils of animals.

"Ah, ah, ah--"

The uncontrollable instinct made him howl to the sky.

The "harmless" werewolf howled, and his body size doubled after the transformation. His back hit the top of the cage, and his head shrank uncomfortably. His dark green eyes fell on the three people surrounding him outside.

The three wizards tensed up all of a sudden.

However, the werewolf just barked softly, fell to the ground on all fours, and curled up weakly.

There was no trace of human reason in his eyes.

"Okay! Trust the wolfsbane potion, it has remained calm now." A wizard clapped his hands loudly to wake up those wizards who were watching in fascination, and some people breathed a sigh of relief at this time.

"call……"

Apart from the potion master who studies this, few wizards have witnessed the whole process of werewolf transformation. People are more concerned about the danger and uncontrollability of werewolves.

"It's really informative..." "It looks scary"

There were murmurs in the scene.

"Strengthen the chains!" someone shouted. "Its nails are digging into the iron!"

The three wizards pointed their wands at the ground and exerted their strength together, summoning new chains, which they carefully passed through the werewolf's waist and locked up.

After finishing all this, an assistant came down and walked up to the "volunteer" next to him and reminded him: "Sir! Get ready, it's time for you to start!"

The "volunteer" was shaking like a sieve, his teeth were chattering and sweat was pouring down.

The assistant looked at the small puddle of sweat dripping on the ground and asked politely, "Sir, do you need any help?"

His eyes moved back and forth between the werewolf, who was curled up motionless and only bared his teeth when the new chain was passed through his sensitive abdomen, and the "volunteer", maintaining a surprising understanding.

"No, no need. Let me do it." The man took the knife handed to him by the assistant, gritted his teeth and cut the arm where blood had just been drawn.

Thick blood oozed from the skin.

The quiet werewolf's nose suddenly twitched. The involuntary rolling of his throat and the sudden pressure made him slowly stand up, his pupils dilated and contracted as the blood on his arm swayed.

The man didn't even dare to breathe loudly.

“It can’t get out.”

The assistant whispered to comfort him, "Blood will arouse its ferocity."

"One more blow... put your hand over."

The man closed his eyes, shivered, and slashed again ruthlessly.

Blood was overflowing.

With shaking hands, he reached out of the cage.

One...two...

A few seconds passed which seemed extremely long to him, and there was no movement at all. Even the breathing of others became inaudible.

The man couldn't help but open one eye and narrow it a little.

The werewolf suddenly pounced!

The huge force pulled the iron chain that locked it, making a rattling sound. The place where the iron cage was fastened with the chain made a huge creaking sound, which made almost all the onlookers tense up.

"Reinforce! Reinforce! Don't let it escape!"

The old wizard roared

"Ahhhhhh! My hand!" the man screamed. Aroused by the smell of human blood, the werewolf frantically pulled the chain and bit his arm fiercely.

The assistant rushed over and pulled the man back, shouting: "Back off! Back off!"

The two of them worked together and, at the cost of a bite of flesh from the man's arm, they tore the man's arm out of the wolf's mouth.

"Relax your strength and release your energy!" "Relax your strength and release your energy!"

The werewolf, weakened by the wolfsbane potion, suddenly relaxed and the bloody flesh in his mouth fell out.

Lupin fell down.

“Quick, quick, quick!” The assistant held the bleeding arm and shouted, “Stop the bleeding! Stop the bleeding!”

Some people rushed over, hurriedly sprinkling silver powder and applying white spots.

When the bleeding hastily stopped, the man was stuffed back into the cage and fell to the ground in a semi-conscious state.

The night passed quickly.

The moon quietly disappeared.

The man did not transform.

The crowd relaxed and some people asked to check him.

One person recited the experimental record of the solidifying potion: "'At first, the experimenter developed a rash on the surface of the skin...'"

"He's got spots of blood all the way up his arm!"

"His infection level is decreasing! The wolf transformation is disappearing as the blood is discharged!" The therapist who was constantly taking blood samples for comparison shouted happily, clearly piercing the crowd.

"And then... 'The rash will gradually cover the entire body along with the wound!'"

"'In the early stages of infection, lycanthropy will be expelled from it along with the blood...'!"

One of the pharmacists who was checking realized something, and Fanatic went on.

"'During this process, the subject's blood is continuously discharged, and low and high fevers alternate repeatedly... the blood gradually fades until the wolf transformation is completely eliminated.'" Snape walked over slowly and read arrogantly.

This part of the record was written by him personally.

Of course, the experiment was recorded. He wrote down the physical signs of Winster during the whole process. The manuscript was used as the first experimental record of the potion. Potions are different from Muggle medicine. They pay attention to the rigorous process, but the ingredients contain abundant imagination, pursue immediate effectiveness, and ignore all individual differences. Muggles who don't know any magic can use it.

"——This process is determined by the severity of the patient's lycanthropy..."

The man whose arm had a piece of flesh bitten off had a mild lycanthropy. Unlike Winster, he used a potion for solidification before being bitten. Although the final potion lost the potency of the Acromantula web, it also lost the side effect of excessive blood discharge caused by the potion being too strong, and played a perfect role as a vaccine potion. It became the first vaccine potion introduced to the Muggle imagination.

...Snape wondered if Winston had ever thought that the Immobilization Potion represented not only a new direction for potion research, but also a carnival of potion science!

Although it wasn't stated explicitly, when the Immobilization Potion was successful, the hypothesis that lycanthropy was a curse was half-confirmed... a new research direction... a new Merlin Award!

"Success! Success! The blood has faded and turned pink!"

The wizard who got the result shouted excitedly.

"Bring the divaricate! The bleeding spot can be healed!"

"Treat the wound on his hand too!"

"Wake him up!" "Wake him up!"

“The volunteers are awake!”

The whole audience, who had been up all night, became excited. The healers in green robes, the pharmacists and wizards in various robes cheered and hugged one after another, and threw their hats into the hands and feet of unknown people, with ecstasy, ambition, expectation and touch in their eyes.

Amidst a loud noise.

One therapist couldn't wait to hug the volunteer, who was still stuck in the memory of his hand being bitten off, and laughed loudly: "Dude! You're going to be famous!"

Snape was immersed in the noise and was so relaxed that he didn't even notice it.

The cheers were for him as well as for Winster who was not present.

Snape curled his lips and smiled. His deep voice, like a cello, was so clear in this noisy environment. "Who taught you to do things halfway? Don't forget to test the concentration of the drug on the 'volunteer' again... We also need to estimate the time it takes for the drug effect to wear off."

A younger therapist who was looking at the intern being brought in happily responded to him: "Yes, Professor!"

Snape took out the second bottle of potion and handed it to him, accidentally glancing at Lupin who was lying on the ground.

Lupin had woken up without knowing when, with a smile on his face, a relaxed and joyful smile, but tears in the corners of his eyes.

Snape turned his eyes away and strode over - the final test was being carried out there.

*

"What an amazing breakthrough." Malfoy sang the aria, one hand on his chest, and said to the president.

"I think this deserves an Order of Merlin, Second Class." Malfoy admired the volunteer who was helped up not far away... In fact, he was not admiring the person, but the potion that was being drunk and would bring him huge wealth in the near future.

He said in his mouth.

"That's too much, Lucius... If he were my student, it would be fine. It's not that we can't discuss it."

Greengrass said, his eyes twinkling with talent.

"Come on, old friend, you forgot that he already has a teacher. The old slug also treats him as a junior disciple. I think he has been looking forward to having someone who can let him brag about his life openly for a long time."

Lucius said, with a slightly mocking smile.

To be blunt, Snape now looked like an arrogant rooster in the crowd.

"I told you to get ahead of me again," the old wizard sighed. No, or rather, he should be called the head of the Greengrass family. He was actually only forty years old, the same age as Lucius Malfoy, and a veritable old friend. He looked old because of the blood curse that ran in his family.

"To be honest, once the anti-wolf potion spreads throughout Europe and even the entire wizarding world... the second-level badge will become a first-level badge." Lucius said slowly.

"Anti-wolf potion?" Greengrass looked confused.

"My name is much more direct than a meaningless name like Gushen." Lucius snorted.

Greengrass responded with a smile that was either sarcastic or mocking: "How come I didn't know you still have the right to change your name."

"Just because it doesn't exist now doesn't mean it will be in the future," Lucius said calmly, "I will let it be called this name."

"I heard that Dumbledore's people are supporting him behind the scenes." Greengrass looked slightly surprised.

Malfoy smiled broadly, "I'll find the opportunity."

"It's up to you. My family isn't as big as yours." Greengrass sneered.

"Is a second-class medal not too much?"

“It also involves expanding group testing…”

"Don't use those Muggle things as an excuse. Potions don't require that." Lucius said with a sarcastic expression.

"...That's a little too early," Greengrass said calmly, "This award may be too much for him."

"How long do you plan to delay, a few years?"

"...delaying it until he graduates...maybe it would be a good option. I heard that he is an orphan, and maybe he will need more money after graduation."

"Give up your little plan. With Severus around, he won't be short of money." Malfoy said sneerly.

"It's just that right now, an application for a second-level badge." He sneered, "I just asked you to submit it. He is a master-apprentice system, which is different from those people in your association... Maybe you can still accept some favors."

*

"A Merlin Level 2 badge?! Merlin..." Fudge exclaimed.

"This isn't something you can just sign... Who are you giving it to?"

Lucius leaned over and spoke a name.

Fudge frowned and thought slowly, remembering that this was the guy who was determined to prove that Peter Pettigrew was a criminal, and who came up with a very clever idea that was popular at the time, but now it seems that the idea was not so appropriate.

"That kid...what's wrong?" Fudge frowned.

Lucius whispered, pushing a document against the table: "Perhaps you still remember... a potion experiment application that was quickly approved a few days ago?"

"I remember him, wasn't that to cover up... the genius of the propaganda?"

Fudge wondered.

Lucius said patiently, "It's not exactly advocacy... This document is his achievement."

Fudge looked carefully at the detailed appendix that came with the document and was amazed.

"But this..." Fudge dusted off the documents and hesitated, "... is too young."

"It's easier than Peter Pettigrew's Order of Merlin, First Class, Mr. Minister," Lucius said softly.

Fudge was stunned for a moment, confused by Malfoy's attitude. Then he realized what was happening and his face turned red: "Are you threatening me?!"

"Of course not! My respected Minister!" Lucius said in surprise, "It's just a reminder."

"A reminder from my new chief of staff?" Fudge said with a wry smile: "...Thank you very much."

"You're welcome, Minister." Lucius accepted the compliment with a smile and replied, "It's good for you too. A second-class Order of Merlin was awarded during your tenure."

He instructed Fudge to use his brain.

"Besides..." Lucius chuckled and spoke politely while leaning on his cane, "This genius is very sensible."

Fudge was tickled by his attitude and was reluctantly persuaded: "...Okay! But his achievements must meet the requirements, otherwise Sir Merlin's group is not someone who can be persuaded."

"Of course, that's enough... I'm just speeding things up... Minister, your signature?"

Fudge reluctantly commanded the quill to start dancing. ————

Lucius's calculations:

V I got a second-level Merlin medal, which helped me gain Winster's full trust

Thumbs

—Then he was backstabbed by Winster’s open prescription.

He was so busy that it was all in vain. Thinking about it, it was not completely in vain, at least he still had the control behind the scenes, and he still had the opportunity to slowly swallow it up.