Hogwarts: I graduated before the system came

From the jar came a muffled curse:

"Merlin's beard! This is even more disgusting than a blood curse. Can werewolves be cured? Where will you find such obedient little wolf cubs in the future? Mr. Burke, kill him!"

Borgin and Burke sneered and said contemptuously to the shrunken head in the jar:

"Your brain is in a jar, but mine isn't. Didn't you see who did this? That guy is very evil, and I don't want to conflict with him.

Since he wants those beasts to learn to eat with silver forks... Hey, this guy won't do anything without profit. Just wait and see!"

Deep in Knockturn Alley is the Erumpent Bar.

A witch with snake-shaped earrings slammed the skull cup on the table and said in a hoarse voice:

"That docile little badger actually wants to turn Greyback's wolves into obedient pet dogs? Haha."

In the corner, a hooded figure slowly raised his head, revealing a sharp gaze, and said in a low voice to the person across the table:

"Listen, werewolves will soon be extinct, and it will become increasingly difficult for you to obtain werewolf saliva, hair, claws, teeth, etc.

Since you're a regular customer, I won't raise the price today. If you don't want them, forget it. After today, their value will increase."

The wizard in a tattered cloak across the table hesitated for a moment, gritted his teeth, and whispered back, "Deal! I hope what you offer is true, and don't make my trip in vain. Damn Holmes! Why would you rescue those lowly werewolves?"

After that, he took out a bag of gold coins from his pocket and placed them carefully on the table.

The hooded figure opposite, with a glint of fierceness and inexplicable gentleness in his eyes, said softly, "Don't worry, it's genuine. In fact, I am more grateful to Professor Holmes."

After saying that, he pushed a bag over, grabbed the gold coins on the table, and quickly disappeared into the shadows of the bar.

Tonight is the full moon night, and he has finally managed to scrape together enough money to buy the wolfsbane potion this month.

As long as he could get through this period safely, he would save money to buy a new wolfsbane potion as the newspaper said.

Dachstein Mountains in Austria.

Because of the current special situation in the British wizarding world, Greyback, who was driven to flee here, also received a copy of the Daily Prophet, which was quickly delivered to him by a mysterious person.

Fenrir Kleberk, who was hiding in the ice cave, roared after reading the newspaper:

"Does he want us to recite the Standard Book of Spells to the moon? Dream on!"

His roar shook the snow off the cave entrance, and he turned into a werewolf, his sharp claws scratching across the photo of Remus Lupin.

"After this is over, I will personally find the traitor who drank the sweet syrup. I will use his bones to wake up those guys at Hogwarts."

The wind and snow outside the cave became more and more violent, and Fenrir's eyes flashed with wild and fierce light.

He leaped out of the ice cave, and the wolf howl resounded through the valley and echoed in the silent night sky.

In the distant forest, there was a faint response from other werewolves who could transform at will like him.

A remote mountain village in England.

A sloppy middle-aged man was hiding in a dilapidated wooden house with a sickly baby.

The uncle listened to the baby cursing in fear.

He was used to it, hearing the same words over and over again: incompetent, waste...

The other party also knew his limits and did not dare to mention any names related to the magical world.

The uncle sighed, his eyes revealing a hint of helplessness and despair.

Hogwarts, Defense Against the Dark Arts Office.

Since Dumbledore was not there, the people from the Wizarding Examinations Authority naturally chose Douglas' office, which was closest to the examination entrance.

On the round table was a roasted whole lamb, pumpkin soup, dragon blood dumplings, butter beer and Douglas's special five elements health tea.

Dobby, dressed in a tuxedo, stood by meticulously, doing his job as the Holmes family's butler.

In his words, "Dobby has not forgotten the original intention of the master to hire him. Dobby's job is to be a butler, and everything else is to better serve the master."

Douglas smiled and used the serving chopsticks to distribute the dragon blood dumplings to everyone. He picked up one and handed it to Gsilda Marchbank beside him, saying softly:

“Try these dumplings, a new product developed by the house-elves in the Hogwarts kitchen and several Hufflepuff students.

The skin is made with dragon blood and flour, and the filling is an improved soothing formula with ginger and dandelion added to dispel cold and soothe the nerves, perfect for you."

Gelsa didn't know how to use chopsticks, so she used a fork to put the dumplings into her mouth and took a light bite. The aroma of dragon's blood intertwined with the sweetness of herbs, and a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes.

"This smell is truly unique. It has the richness of dragon's blood and the delicate fragrance of herbs. It seems that you received guidance from Albus on how to use dragon's blood."

Douglas smiled slightly and nodded, "Indeed, Professor Dumbledore has given me a lot of inspiration in my research on dragon blood."

Inner OS: No way!

Gelsa laughed, then said seriously:

"Little Doug, regarding the improvement of the Wolfsbane Potion, which involves Article 73 of the International Statute of Secrecy, you don't have to worry. After all these years, the wizarding world should have changed. Isn't it just integrating some Muggle theories into magic? Compared to the Muggle world research you came up with last time, it's much less of a problem."

Professor McGonagall picked up a piece of lamb chop with her fork, and the sound of the knife and fork cutting through it was crisp and powerful. She said without even looking up:

"It's just a sweet potion for the poor werewolf. What can they say?"

Snape snorted lightly, stirring the health tea with a silver spoon, frowning at the wolfberries floating on it, but a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth:

"Sweet potion? Even if they were restored to human form, what would that do? The werewolf's nature wouldn't change. Sour in the liver, bitter in the heart. Holmes is only good at some inferior Muggle stuff, and he accidentally came up with something new..."

Before Douglas could refute, Professor Pomona Sprout, who was beside him, sprinkled honey on the dumplings and smiled with squinting eyes:

"Severus, I remember you stole mandrake juice from the greenhouse to improve some potion, right? How old were you then? Hadn't you taken the OWL exam yet?

I think some of the Muggle knowledge is really interesting. Doug's thinking is like plant hybridization, where different roots and stems are tied together to produce new flowers."

Snape's face darkened, his spoon stopped in mid-air, and then he drank the health tea in the cup in one gulp.

Douglas felt so relieved when he saw Snape being humiliated.

If my old dean hadn't mentioned it, I would have almost forgotten that those present included not only my former professors, but also Snape's professors. Who doesn't have some dark history when they were young?

While eating dumplings, Filius changed the subject and said:

"If Albus were here, he'd definitely say that these dumplings with honey are indeed more interesting than toffee. What I'm trying to say is that Douglas's theory of taste affecting magic is indeed valid. In fact, it's more accurate to say that taste affects emotions, and emotions affect magic.

Albus's magic has always remained as active as that of a young man. Perhaps it has something to do with his sweet tooth? What do you think, Professor Marchbanks?

Chapter 351 Preparations before the Duel

Because of the influence of the Daily Prophet, people who had just finished their exams or were reviewing all ran towards the Quidditch field, and soon almost all the students in the castle rushed over.

I saw all the students coming over and gathering on the playground, looking for familiar classmates to ask what happened in the morning.

Seeing this scene, Dumbledore called Fudge and others to go up to the podium together.

Looking at the magic crystal ball on the podium, Dumbledore smiled and said, "Very interesting!"

Then he snapped his fingers, and the entire Quidditch pitch fell silent.

"I'm sorry to interrupt your passionate discussion in this way. Because time is limited, I hope that except for the sixth graders, the other students present can go to the stage and take a seat, and then continue your enthusiastic discussion. Dear students, is that okay?"

"Of course, we only allow sixth graders to participate in this activity. Fifth graders are not yet competent enough, and seventh graders...

You know, after all, the exam is your top priority, unless you think today's exam arrangement is too easy..."

The students burst into laughter and headed towards the stands, while the sixth graders nervously stayed in the middle of the field, exchanging expectant glances with each other.

Are you kidding? Headmaster Dumbledore has spoken personally, how can we not listen?

Of course, although some students are usually not very obedient, today is a special day. The Minister of Magic and the Aurors are here, so some students still know to behave themselves so as not to cause trouble for their parents.

When the last ray of sunset sank into the Black Lake, the students sat down peacefully in the stands.

At this time, several deans who had eaten and drunk their fill, as well as people from the Wizarding Examination Authority, also arrived at the scene.

Douglas turned the podium into a presidential stand by turning it into several chairs.

There was also a long table in front of the chairs, filled with various snacks and fruits.

Douglas smiled and invited the deans and members of the Wizarding Examinations Authority to take their seats, and then called Lupin up as well.

The person from the Wizarding Examinations Authority sat next to Lupin, looking at him curiously.

Sirius was driven off the podium by Douglas, who asked him to continue to be the fair and impartial dragonfly referee.

Dumbledore stood in the center of the podium, looked around the audience, and then tapped the crystal ball with his finger.

Looking at my own figure appearing in the air, under the night sky, the entire projection is clearer than during the day.

Dumbledore looked up and admired it for a moment, then shrugged and said:

"I haven't looked in the mirror for a long time. I almost forgot my old face."

This sentence immediately caused the whole audience to laugh, and there was also some flattery mixed in.

"Principal, you are the most handsome!"

"More handsome than Professor Holmes!"

"Principal, you can live another hundred years!"

Dumbledore smiled and waved his hand, signaling everyone to be quiet.

"I've heard the compliments from some of my classmates, and I actually agree with you. Maybe if I live another hundred years, I can still maintain this appearance.

In Douglas's words, I have been marinated in honey. You know, honey has the function of preserving freshness..."

After saying this, Dumbledore turned his head and winked at Douglas.

Professor McGonagall coughed at Dumbledore, signaling him to return to the topic.

He glared at Douglas and whispered, "None of you are worry-free. Now Albus has another excuse to eat honey."

Douglas chuckled and said:

"That's none of my business. Bill told me he was in Egypt studying the pyramids, as you know."

Dumbledore gave everyone a cute fake smile and said:

"Good evening, everyone. It's a rare opportunity to get together during exam week. I saw some people still had ink on their eyes, and some students were carrying steamers of dumplings. I actually prefer honey-flavored dumplings... Uh, well, at this moment, you are all witnesses to a grand event."

Dumbledore adjusted his half-moon glasses and gestured to Lupin:

"Today, Mr. Remus Lupin did a brave thing - he stood in the sunlight and showed the world that werewolves could be Night's Watchmen.

Oh, to be honest I was quite worried at first and just crept away in a corner, which was very un-Gryffindor, yes I know.

But I saw some fear, some doubt, but mostly concern and love for him – that’s very Hogwarts.”

"Of course, this may be a big deal to the wizarding world, but we have already lived with Mr. Lupin at Hogwarts for a year, and he has spent hundreds of nights with us..."

After hearing what Dumbledore said, Fudge, who had been sitting in the back, clenched his fists.

As if sensing Fudge's dissatisfaction, Dumbledore brought the subject back:

"Our focus today isn't here. Next up is... um, Connelly, do you want to say a few words?"

Before Dumbledore could finish his words, Fudge stood up and walked to him, blinking and asking.

Fudge was also stunned for a moment. Wasn't it his turn to speak next? Why did Dumbledore react like this?

At this moment, Sirius' voice suddenly came from the podium:

"Next, let me announce the rules of the game."

Sirius's words made Fudge feel awkward. Dumbledore didn't even arrange the flow of his speech.

Douglas saw that his client was being ignored, so he quickly stepped forward and said to Fudge:

"Minister, you are an important guest today. Your main task is to stay in the rear and control the overall situation. Let them handle these trivial matters."

He said, leading Fudge back to his seat.

Fudge took the opportunity to sit back down, and finally patted Douglas's shoulder with satisfaction.

I felt sad that there was still a sensible person in Hogwarts, but unfortunately he was too young. Although he was very capable, he was ultimately just a professor. If he could have certain power in Hogwarts, maybe he could help me control Hogwarts.

Sirius in the audience continued to announce the rules.

There are only three duels in this competition.

The Ministry of Magic selected three Aurors to appear.

Hogwarts selects nine students, with each three facing an Auror, and equips these three students with corresponding magic props.

Both parties have no objection to this arrangement.