Harry Potter's office is on the second floor of the Ministry of Magic. When Freya and Diana finally found the office under the guidance of a staff member, the door was half open, and a young man with black hair was lowering his head to sort out the case files of the desk. On the wall behind him were hung with many outstanding figures in the Aurors.

"Death Eaters, for Merlin's sake, this is the first time in December. Are they still planning to have a Christmas show?" Relying on the other side of the table was a red-haired young man. He hugged his arms and rolled his eyes. "These rats in the gutter can't calm down for a moment. Can you believe it? I caught a water pipe attacking Muggles yesterday, Muggles' water pipe, ha, swear to Merlin this is the funny thing I've known since the fifth grade Moody's trash can."

"Ron." The black-haired young man who put the case aside sighed, half-sighed and half-smiling, "We have guests."

His gaze looked out, and there, Freya had just raised her arm and wanted to knock on the door.

"I know, Dumbledore is going to send someone to the Muggle World," Ron Weasley stood up straight, "Who is more suitable than you, Harry." He glanced at the door, and a moment of silence.

"Merin hasn't washed suspenders in hundreds of years," muttered the red-haired Auror, "Is it still too late to go and tell Dumbledore that I'm willing to take leave and go on a business trip?"

Porter greeted with a stern face: "Hermione, why are you here?"

When Weasley shuddered, the Auror leader laughed, and the former immediately acted to kick his ass.

Freya cleared her throat, she looked up and confirmed again, and the door sign clearly stated - "Auror Command".

"Hello," Potter rose from behind the large desk and greeted him. "I'm Harry Potter, and we'll work together in the next few months." He pointed to his partner again. "This is Ron, Ron Weasley, my friend and team member, who is very experienced in dealing with the dark wizard."

Only when he got close did he see clearly his green eyes behind the lenses. When the light was not very good, he almost showed an emerald color.

"I'm Diana Prince, this is Freya Sheffield," the Amazon nodded, "No further ado, let's see what has been discovered in the magic world."

Porter was stunned for a moment, nodded and smiled.

"I'll go and report a few cases brought by the Department of Magic yesterday." Weasley took the files from his desk and went out.

Harry Potter leaned over and took out a bunch of keys from the drawer, pulled out one of them, and the drawer immediately closed.

"Please come with me," he said, leading the two ladies out. The people he met along the way greeted him in awe. Freya found that their respect did not seem to be pretending, and the savior of the magic world seemed to have a high prestige here.

The three of them walked into the elevator. Porter originally wanted to press the fifth floor, but then he thought about it and pressed the fourth floor.

"Since Professor Dumbledore asked you to come here directly," he said, "I don't think I have to go through the International Magic Cooperation Division anymore. Why not just go see where werewolf are being held."

The elevator is moving up steadily.

"Fourth Floor, Fantastic Beast Management and Control Department", a female voice broadcast a report after a few seconds.

As soon as he got off the elevator, Freya heard all kinds of strange noises coming from different rooms beside the corridor, but Porter did not change his face and took them straight to the end of the corridor.

There was a golden door there, and Potter took out the key he had just taken and opened it. They walked through the circular hall and stayed in front of another black door.

The black-haired Auror pointed his wand in the center of the wooden door and outputted a trace of magic.

The room without windows behind the door was roughly divided into two halves, with iron bars as thick as arms standing in a row in the middle of the room, inserted from the floor to the ceiling. A dirty werewolf was locked behind the iron bars and lay straight on the ground. Its hair was uneven in length, a gap was opened in its ears, and all the nails on one front paw were gone.

The space on the other side of the cage was very chaotic - the table against the wall was filled with various documents and ancient magic books. When Freya's eyes turned there, several books were even turning the pages on their own, or hissing, threatening to pounce on the person. The pages of the book were filled with various notes, the scroll was opened, dragging from the table to the floor. There were several crucibles beside the wall opposite, and various bottles and jars were placed on a row of shelves, and green cyclones rose from the purple solution.

When I heard someone enter the door, two of the three people in the room turned around and looked.

"who?"

One of them asked subconsciously as he turned around and quickly pulled out his wand.

"I can imagine," said the last man, a man in a black robe, lazily flipping through the potion book in his hand, and sarcastically without raising his head, "When others work, they always push the door in, who else but our Minister Porter?"

"Harry." The other man shouted at the same time.

"Professor Snape." Porter didn't care and nodded, "Remus, Jollen, how is it going?"

"Minister Porter." Ruolen said respectfully, immediately putting his wand back.

Remus Lupin and Porter exchanged a hug.

"I noticed that you also brought people." Professor Snape finally put down the book, his eyes swept across the people, and Freya's back chilled.

"This is Professor Dumbledore's friends, who are from the Muggle World," said Porter briskly. "I will set out there soon to carry out the mission, and Voldemort has stretched his claws too long."

He walked to the desk and took a look. "I'll confirm the progress before leaving."

"Dumbledore's friend." The man in black robe paused unconsciously when he heard "Voldemort", and then snorted from his nose. He picked up a notebook from the table and threw it into Potter's arms. "Because I have improved the wolf □□, the Ministry of Magic threw this mess to me. But you have seen the wolf □□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□

Lupin shook his head too.

"It's not a wolf □□, and the werewolf that was sent is very strange."

Snape said impatiently: "The potion applied to these werewolfs - yes, that's what we've done over the week, we've determined that its effectiveness comes from potions rather than spells or curses - it's more like a combination of wolf and other potions, which greatly weakens the wolf's effect of keeping the werewolf rational, while adding new ingredients to allow the drug takers to transform when facing life threatening or certain stimulation."

"What does this mean?" Potter asked.

"The people who made this potion don't care whether the werewolf will fall into a violent storm and hurt them," Lupin said. "They don't care whether the drug users who are turned into werewolf need to remain conscious. This potion is similar to the wolf, but because it refers to the gentle effect of the wolf, it can combine several other strongly effective materials together."

Potter's expression sank. "'The drug taker who was turned into a werewolf'?"

Professor Snape's wand waved in the air, and a thread of blood was pulled out of the werewolf lying on the ground, and then divided into two parts in the air.

"It has the werewolf components in its blood, but these components do not blend with it themselves, nor are they as consuming as werewolf's venom. Everything these things do is completely suppressed."

"Look, Potter," he said, "this is not a werewolf, someone invented the werewolf potion."

"Damn." Potter cursed, "Damn!"

He walked around the place for a few times and then said quickly.

"This means that as long as the supply of potions is constantly, Voldemort can create an entire werewolf army anytime and anywhere without fear of losing control, because these werewolfs being made can't infect others at all."

"I copied some of our results back to the werewolf settlement," Lupin said. "They had never seen anything like this before."

"I understand," Potter suddenly said, "Why did Voldemort expand outward, why did he send his minions to the Muggle world. The number of wizards is too small, and the number of Muggle is almost uncountable. With werewolf potions, he doesn't have to get unprecedented combat power in the magic world. As long as he masters enough Muggle, he can do anything."

It was rare that his former Potions professor agreed with him.

"I will make the antidote as soon as possible, and you, Potter, you must move," said Snape, rolling up his sleeves and showing the hideous sign before everyone's eyes. Ruolen subconsciously retreated a little, "I am different from the others, and the Ministry of Magic is still hesitating, but I? I can say with certainty that no matter what method I used to crawl back from hell, the Dark Lord is back again."

"I understand, Severus." Porter rubbed his eyebrows, "My nerves were clamoring that they must be alert. The news of Voldemort's return had spread throughout the streets and alleys, and Auror had already taken action a few months ago. Is there any way to slow down this process? Is there an antidote that can offset the effect of the werewolf potion?"

"There may be a stagnation or even reversed with the blood separation curse that treats poisoning," Snape said, "but not so many wizards can do this spell."

"There are dozens of pseudo werewolf attacking us at the banquet." Freya said, "The forces behind them don't care about the sacrifices of these dozens."

Porter pursed his lips.

"We need a lot of quick approaches, Severus."

His speech was slow, but his tone was low and steady, which was an undeniable request.

Snape stared at Porter for a moment and nodded very briefly.

"I will soon."

"This afternoon I will ask Hermione to write to the American Magic France Association and ask them to send the rest of the pseudo-wewolves here for your experiments." Porter said thoughtfully, "At the latest by Friday, we can draw a few potionists from other places to assist in the research."

“It can be done with some therapist’s help,” Snape said, “and as far as I know, the best therapist in St. Mungo is now undergoing a Death Eater Trouble.”

Porter took a deep breath.

"I can't get involved in the Death Eaters' investigation ordered by Kingsley and Wisengamo." His wand turned, like dancing at his fingertips.

"Work your brain, Potter," Snape lost his patience. "If there was one person, he would never go to the Dark Lord-"

"I believe him," Harry Potter, the savior who once had been the wizarding world, raised his hand and interrupted him, saying calmly, "When I say I can't directly intervene in the Wiesengamor investigation, that's what I mean. But Draco will come this afternoon, and you have my promise."

Snape stared at him, but eventually gave in.

"You'd better do this." He lowered his sleeves and said in a sleek voice. "We must seize all our strength to achieve the result as soon as possible. The Dark Lord may have despised Muggles, but he never thought of the idea of ​​bringing Muggles into his own hands, nor would he do so. Who brought him back, who was affecting his thoughts, Potter, the savior Potter, and once again, the entire magic world is counting on you."

Porter smiled briefly.

"Unless time goes back, no one can change Voldemort's mind," he said. "Whoever takes him out of the veil of death must be far stronger than Voldemort, at least it can make him deeply afraid, so the actions of the Death Eater will change. To be honest, I even suspect that he is controlled. Every year my vacation is spent in the Muggle world, and I know clearly that there are many more people in this world who are stronger than wizards."

"Very good," said Snape. "After so many years, you've finally started to use your brain, Potter."

"And you still haven't changed at all, Professor." Porter retorted, but his tone was full of smiles.

Snape waved his hand impatiently, signaling them to get out quickly.

The author has something to say: Although the timeline is private, the work of the HP protagonist is not private. Harry is the leader of the Auror, Ron is the Auror, and Hermione works in the Department of Magic Affairs. This is what Rowling said in person. Draco is the healer of St. Mungo. This is from Pottermore. Rowling himself once mentioned that he was old_(:з」∠)_, which is the previous statement used here. I saved two people who have passed away hhhhhhhhhhhhh! Give me an encouragement kiss!
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