Chapter 118 The Greatest Pharmacist

If there is one thing that Umbridge can’t stand, it’s probably being ignored by others. ‘6’‘9’‘s’‘h’‘u’‘x’‘.’‘c’‘o’‘m’

Because she likes the feeling of being the center of attention and the awe of others, she has climbed to her current position step by step.

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

Those people actually called her "a passerby in the Ministry of Magic". Don’t they know what their identity is?

Umbridge couldn’t accept this insult anyway. Because of anger, her whole body was shaking.

“I am Dolores Umbridge!” Umbridge said in a sharp voice: “Director of the Department of Law Enforcement of the Ministry of Magic, a member of the Wizengamot!”

“So you are a director.” Kyle looked a little uneasy and moved his feet lightly on the spot. "So, you can be responsible for what you said just now, right?"

Umbridge raised her head, "When..."

"Ahem, I don't think Dolores meant that."

Fudge interrupted Umbridge with a dry cough and said, "She is just too worried about the child. After all, the little wizard should not try to defeat the werewolves when he sees them. Running away is the wisest choice."

"Of course, I agree with you very much, Cornelius."

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

"Of course it was a joke. The Ministry of Magic will not expel 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 will not be so reckless next time, right..."

Fudge glanced to the side with a subtle look in his eyes.

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

Young wizards nowadays are too arrogant. Just because they are lucky enough to get a good grade in the exam, they are so arrogant that they think they can deal with werewolves?

He needs to learn a lesson and know what to do and what not to do, so that he can live longer. "

"I will remember it, ma'am." Kyle also showed a fake smile on his face, "By the way, you look really young in such clothes at your age."

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

Dean Sassia next to her raised her lips slightly and looked at Kyle with interest.

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

But this is also true.

Soon, the Aurors came back.

"Rufus, how is it." Fudge asked.

"It's a werewolf. Scrimgeour whispered: "And he just moved 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 would be caused if the news that werewolves could transform during the day got out.

He, the Minister of Magic, would definitely be criticized at that time.

No, this matter must not be spread.

Fudge's eyes began to slowly become firm, as if he had some ideas.

"Mr. Minister, I will send this child to rest first."

At this time, Dean Sassia came over, she pointed to a young therapist next to her and said: "Aurors can find Hippocrates if they have any questions, he will fully cooperate with you."

Fudge looked at her, then at Dumbledore, nodded and said: "Oh, it's okay, you guys go quickly."

"Then excuse me."

...

On the sixth floor of St. Mungo's, there is a tea room and a shop.

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

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

"Five sugar cubes, I always remember it."

Dean Sassia said lightly: "If nothing unexpected happens, our Minister will probably take the werewolf away."

Dumbledore put down the cup in his hand, "Cornelly is sometimes like this, too nervous when encountering things."

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

Dean Sassia continued: "The man came to St. Mungo's yesterday afternoon on the grounds that he was scratched by a werewolf, but out of caution, the healers still arranged it to a special ward and a special person was responsible for its care.

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 a general ward again."

St. Mungo's has a complete set of procedures. In special cases like werewolves, they will definitely not live with other people unless they can be sure that he is not infected.

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

Kyle nodded to show his understanding.

It was fine on a full moon night, but turned into a werewolf during the day... This is indeed a bit unbelievable. I guess those therapists didn't expect this to happen.

"Is this a mutation?" Kyle asked.

"Probably not."

Dean Sassia looked a little serious, "When I came here just now, I smelled a very special potion from the werewolf's blood."

"Potion?"

"Yes, and it looks very much like wolfsbane potion." Dean Sassia frowned, thought for a moment and said, "But it's different from normal wolfsbane potion, there is more howling grass in it... and some other things."

Howling grass...

Kyle knows this thing.

Just like there is a branch of dark magic in spells, there is also a branch of herbal medicine... Howling grass is one of them.

Except for those poisons with curses, normal potions don't use it at all.

It can be said that if the Auror finds the ingredients of howling grass in a bottle of potion, the wizard who holds the potion will have to spend at least one year in Azkaban.

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

"Wolfsbane potion and howling grass are special." Sassia explained: "They can infect the soul, so they will stay longer."

"Kyle, you probably don't know yet, Pegasus is one of the greatest pharmacists in the past two hundred years."

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

Although Dumbledore deliberately lowered his voice, it was useless in this small compartment even if the voice was lower.

"Albus... why are you saying this."

Dean Sassia said helplessly: "Slughorn is also one of the greatest pharmacists... and that 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: "There are never too many good professors."

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