Hogwarts: I Am Such a Model Wizard

Chapter 118 The Greatest Pharmacist

If there was anything Umbridge hated the most, it was probably being ignored.

 Because she likes the feeling of being in the spotlight and the awe-stricken eyes of others, she climbed to where she is today step by step.

Now, as long as she takes half a step forward, she can sit in the position of Deputy Minister and become the number two person in the Ministry of Magic.

Those people actually called her "a passerby from the Ministry of Magic." Don't they know who they are?

Umbridge could not accept this insult no matter what, her whole body was shaking with anger.

"I am Dolores Umbridge!" Umbridge said in a sharp voice: "Head of the Department of Legal Enforcement of the Ministry of Magic and a member of the Wizengamot!"

“So you are a director.” Kyle looked a little uneasy and moved slightly on the spot. "So, you can take responsibility for what you just said, right?"

 Umbridge raised her head, "When..."

 “Ahem, I don’t think Dolores meant that.”

Fudge interrupted Umbridge with a dry cough and interjected: "She was just too worried about the child. After all, the little wizard should not try to defeat the werewolves after seeing them. Escape is the wisest choice."

 “Of course, I couldn’t agree more with you, Connelly.”

Dumbledore nodded seriously, "Then what she just said about expulsion..."

“Of course I’m kidding, the Ministry of Magic will not fire a little hero who just saved many people.”

Fudge laughed and said, "Dolores just wants to use this method to remind the child so that he won't be so reckless next time, right..."

Fudge glanced to the side with a vague look.

Umbridge understood immediately, she showed a fake smile and continued to say in that sweet voice: "Yes, Minister, I'm honored that you understand what I mean.

Today's little wizards are too arrogant. They just got lucky and got good grades in the exam. Are they so arrogant that they think they can deal with werewolves?

 He needs to have a long memory and know what to do and what not to do, so that he can live longer. "

"I will remember it, ma'am." Kyle also had a fake smile on his face, "Besides, at your age, you look really young in clothes like this."

 Umbridge glanced down at her pink cardigan and didn't think much about it. She thought Kyle was complimenting her and left with her head held high.

On the other hand, Dean Sasia next to him raised the corners of his mouth slightly and glanced at Kyle with interest.

She could tell that the child was mocking the Ministry of Magic official for pretending to be young.

But this is also true.

 Soon, the Aurors returned.

 “How’s it going, Rufus?” Fudge asked.

"It's a werewolf," Scrimgeour whispered, "and he just came into St. Mungo's yesterday."

"It's really a werewolf..." Fudge frowned and pinched his hat anxiously.

He simply couldn't imagine how much panic it would cause if word got out that werewolves could transform during the day.

He, the Minister of Magic, will definitely be criticized when the time comes.

 No, this matter must not be spread.

 Fudge's eyes slowly became firmer, as if he had some idea.

“Mr. Minister, let me send this child to rest first.”

At this time, Dean Sacia came over. She pointed to a young therapist next to her and said, "If Aurors have any questions, please contact Hippocrat. He will fully cooperate with you."

 Fudge looked at her, then at Dumbledore, nodded and said, "Oh, it doesn't matter, you go quickly."

 “Then I’ll excuse you.”

The sixth floor of St. Mungo’s is a tea room and shop.

Dean Sacia took Kyle and Dumbledore to a cubicle and ordered a cup of black tea for each of them.

Dumbledore took a sip and said with some surprise: "It's my favorite taste. I thought you had forgotten it."

 “Five cubes of sugar, I always remember them.”

Dean Sacia said calmly: "If nothing else happens, our minister will probably take away the werewolf."

Dumbledore put down the cup in his hand, "Connelly is like this sometimes, he gets too nervous when things happen."

 “Forget it, let me tell you what I know first.”

Dean Sacia continued: "The man came to St. Mungo's yesterday afternoon because he was scratched by a werewolf. However, out of caution, the therapists arranged for him to be placed in a special ward under the supervision of a dedicated person.

 Last night happened to be a full moon night, and he did not turn into a werewolf at that time, so he was transferred to the general ward again. "

St. Mungo's has a complete set of procedures. In special cases like a werewolf, one will definitely not live with other people unless it is certain that he is not infected.

 This is also why the werewolf ran out from next door.

Kyle nodded, expressing understanding.

 The werewolf transformed into a werewolf during the full moon night but turned into a werewolf during the day... This is indeed a bit strange. I guess the therapists didn't expect this to happen.

 “Is this a mutation?” Kyle asked.

 “Probably not.”

Dean Sasia's face was a little serious, "When I came here just now, I smelled a very special potion smell from the werewolf's blood."

 “Magic potion?”

"Yes, and it is very similar to Wolfsbane Potion." Dean Sacia frowned, and after thinking for a moment, he said: "But it is different from the normal Wolfsbane Potion. There is Howling Grass in it... and some other things. thing."

Howling grass…

Kyle knows this stuff.

Just as there is a branch of black magic in magic, there is also a branch of herbal medicine... Howling grass is one of them.

 Except for those poisons with curses, it is not used in normal potions at all.

It can be said that if an Auror detects the ingredients of Howling Grass in a potion, the wizard holding the potion will have to spend at least one year in Azkaban.

Kyle looked at Dean Sacia opposite and exclaimed: "Just by smelling it, you can tell what magic potion he drank?"

“Wolfsbane potion and howling grass are special.” Sasia explained: “They can imbue the soul, so they will stay longer.”

“Kyle, you probably don’t know yet, but Pegasus is one of the greatest pharmacists in the past two hundred years.”

At this time, Dumbledore came to Kyle and whispered: "I have always wanted her to come to Hogwarts to teach potions, but she feels that St. Mungo's needs her more."

Although Dumbledore deliberately lowered his voice, in this small compartment, no matter how low the voice was, it was useless.

 “Albus…what are you talking about?”

Dean Sacia said with some helplessness: "Slughorn is also one of the greatest pharmacists...and the young man named Snape, his talent is not much worse than mine."

"It's different, Pegasus." Dumbledore took a sip of black tea and said faintly: "You can never have too many good professors."

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 (End of this chapter)