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Chapter 118: The Greatest Potioneer
Chapter 118: The Greatest Potioneer
If there was one thing Dolores Umbridge couldn't stand, it was being ignored.
She had climbed to her current position step by step, relishing the feeling of being in the spotlight and the awe-inspiring gazes of others.
Now, with just half a step forward, she could sit in the Deputy Minister's seat and become the second most powerful figure in the Ministry of Magic.
How dare those people call her a "nobody" in the Ministry? Didn't they know who she was?
Umbridge couldn't accept this kind of treatment, and her entire body trembled with anger.
"I am Dolores Umbridge!" Umbridge said in a sharp voice, "Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement and a member of the Wizengamot!"
"So, you're a Director," Kyle said, looking a bit uneasy, shifting his feet slightly. "Does that mean you're responsible for what you said earlier?"
Umbridge raised her head, about to speak, but—
"Ahem, I believe Dolores didn't mean that," Arthur Weasley interrupted, coughing lightly. "She's just overly concerned about the child. After all, a young wizard encountering a werewolf shouldn't try to defeat it; the wisest choice is to run away."
"Of course, I completely agree with you, Cornelius," Albus Dumbledore nodded seriously. "And about the expulsion she mentioned earlier..."
"It was just a joke. The Ministry wouldn't expel a young hero who just saved many lives."
Cornelius chuckled, "Dolores just wanted to remind the child in this way, so he won't be so reckless next time, right...?"
Cornelius glanced subtly to the side.
Umbridge immediately understood and put on a fake smile, continuing in her sickly sweet voice, "Yes, Minister, I'm honored that you understand my intention.
These young wizards are too arrogant. Just because they got lucky with a good exam score, they think they can take on werewolves? He needs to learn a lesson and know what to do and what not to do, so he can live a little longer."
"I'll remember that, ma'am," Kyle said, also with a fake smile. "By the way, at your age, wearing this outfit is quite something."
Umbridge looked down at her pink open-collar shirt, not thinking much of it, assuming Kyle was complimenting her. She raised her head and walked away.
Headmistress Sarasia, standing nearby, slightly raised the corner of her mouth, observing Kyle with interest.
She had caught on—this child was mocking the Ministry official for acting young.
But it was the truth.
Soon, the Aurors returned.
"Rufus, how is it?" Arthur asked.
"It's a werewolf," Rufus Scrimgeour whispered, "and he was only admitted to St. Mungo's yesterday."
"Really a werewolf..." Arthur frowned, anxiously pinching his hat.
He couldn't even imagine the panic that would ensue if the news of werewolves being able to transform during the day got out.
As Minister of Magic, he would undoubtedly face criticism.
No, this news must not spread.
Arthur's eyes gradually became firm, as if he had an idea.
"Mr. Minister, I'll take this child to rest first."
At this moment, Headmistress Sarasia walked over and pointed to a young healer beside her, "The Aurors can ask Healer Hepke for any questions; he will fully cooperate with you."
Arthur looked at her, then at Dumbledore, and nodded, "Oh, it's fine. Go ahead.
"Well, if you'll excuse me."
...
The sixth floor of St. Mungo's was the tea room and shop.
Headmistress Sarcia, Kyle, and Dumbledore were led to a private booth, where she ordered a cup of black tea for each of them.
Dumbledore took a sip and, somewhat surprised, said, "It's my favorite flavor. I thought you'd forgotten."
"Five cubes of sugar. I've always remembered," Headmistress Sarcia said calmly. "Unless something unexpected happens, our Minister will probably take the werewolf away."
Dumbledore put down his cup. "Cornelius can be like that sometimes; he gets too nervous when something happens."
"Never mind, let me tell you what I know first."
Headmistress Sarcia continued, "That person arrived at St. Mungo's yesterday afternoon, claiming to have been bitten by a werewolf. However, out of caution, the healers placed him in a special ward under the care of a dedicated staff member."
"Last night was the full moon, and he didn't transform into a werewolf, so he was transferred to a regular ward."
St. Mungo's had a well-established process for handling special cases like werewolves, ensuring they were not housed with other patients unless it was certain they were not infected.
This was also the reason why the werewolf had escaped from the neighboring room.
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Kyle nodded, indicating his understanding.
It was unusual for a werewolf to be unaffected on the full moon night but transform during the day. This was indeed a bit baffling, and the healers probably didn't expect this to happen.
"Is this a mutation?" Kyle asked.
"Probably not."
Headmistress Sarcia's expression turned serious. "When I came earlier, I smelled a very special potion in the werewolf's blood."
"A potion?"
"Yes, and it's very similar to Wolfsbane Potion." Headmistress Sarcia frowned, paused for a moment, and then said, "But unlike regular Wolfsbane Potion, it contained Howl Grass and some other things."
Howl Grass...
Kyle was familiar with this.
Just as spells had dark magic as a branch, herbology also had its dark side, and Howl Grass was one of them.
Except for cursed poisons, normal potions didn't require Howl Grass at all.
It could be said that if an Auror found Howl Grass in a potion, the wizard who possessed it would have to spend at least a year in Azkaban.
Kyle looked at Headmistress Sarcia across the table and exclaimed, "Just by smelling it, you can tell what potion he drank?"
"Wolfsbane Potion and Howl Grass are special," Sarcia explained. "They can stain the soul, so they linger longer."
"Kyle, you probably don't know this, but Pegasis is one of the greatest potion masters of the past two centuries."
At this moment, Dumbledore leaned over to Kyle and whispered, "I've always wanted her to teach Potions at Hogwarts, but she feels that St. Mungo's needs her more."
Even though Dumbledore deliberately lowered his voice, in the small booth, it didn't matter how soft he spoke.
"Albus... What are you talking about?"
Headmistress Sarcia sighed, "Slughorn is also one of the greatest potion masters... And that young man called Snape, his talent is not much inferior to mine."
"It's different, Pegasis." Dumbledore took a sip of black tea and said softly, "Excellent professors are never too many."
...
(End of Chapter)
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