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Dean Sassia looked a little serious, "When I came here just now, I smelled a very special smell of magic potion from the werewolf's blood."
"Potion?"
"Yes, and it looks very much like wolfsbane potion." Dean Sassia frowned and thought for a moment before saying, "But it's different from the normal wolfsbane potion. There's more howling grass in it... and some other things."
Howling Grass...
Kyle knows this stuff.
Just like Charms has its own branch called Dark Arts, Herbology also has one... Howling Weed is one of them.
Except for those cursed poisons, it is not used in normal potions.
It can be said that if an Auror finds the ingredient of Howling Weed in a bottle of potion, the wizard who possesses the potion will have to spend at least one year in Azkaban.
Kyle looked at Dean Sassia across from him and exclaimed, "You can tell what potion he drank just by smelling it?"
"Wolfsbane Potion and Howling Grass are special." Sasia explained, "They can infect the soul, so they will stay longer."
"Kyle, you probably don't know this, but Pegasus is one of the greatest pharmacists in the past two hundred years."
At this time, Dumbledore came up to Kyle and whispered, "I had 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.
"Albus...what are you saying this for?"
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, "You can never have too many good professors."
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(End of this chapter)
Chapter 119: Compensation, Order of Merlin
Dean Sasia was silent for a moment and did not continue the topic.
"Let's talk business first." She looked at Dumbledore and said, "I suspect someone is making a potion that can affect werewolf transformation. The one I encountered today was probably deliberately placed in St. Mungo's.
I don't know why he did this, maybe it was to test the efficacy of the drug, or maybe he wanted to create panic.
But no matter what, this behavior is undoubtedly a blasphemy to St. Mungo's, and I will find that person."
"Do you need help?" Dumbledore said, "I just happen to know a werewolf friend."
"Thank you for your kindness, but no need. I have some connections with a werewolf tribe." Dean Sassia pondered, "They are enough for me."
Dean Sassia's eyes were cold. That person dared to do such a thing in St. Mungo's, which had already touched her bottom line.
Fortunately, nothing happened today, otherwise, St. Mungo's would be really embarrassed.
She needed to let others know that pharmacists also had tempers.
I don’t know if it was intentional, but neither of them mentioned the Ministry of Magic during the conversation.
Dumbledore, who was rejected, said nothing more.
A werewolf pack... then one more or one less really doesn't make any difference.
"There is one last thing, and that is the question of compensation."
Kyle sat forward unconsciously...he had been waiting for this since a while ago.
"I'm very sorry that you encountered such a dangerous situation because of our mistake. St. Mungo's will take full responsibility for this."
Dean Sassia thought for a moment and said, "One thousand Galleons. This is our compensation to you. I hope you can forgive our mistake."
"In addition, because you stopped the werewolf from committing a crime and preserved the reputation of St. Mungo's, we will reward you another 2,000 Galleons."
Is that three thousand Galleons in total?
Kyle raised an eyebrow, and to be honest, it was a little less than he thought.
It is no exaggeration to say that the first few seconds he encountered the werewolf were more dangerous than when he faced Oren in the Forbidden Forest.
It only took about a second from picking up the wand to casting the first softening spell. If there was any mistake in the middle, he would have been bitten.
In such a life-threatening situation, three thousand Galleons as compensation is not much.
But considering that the other party knows Dumbledore, and he just spoke for me... three thousand is three thousand. I still have to give Dumbledore face.
And Kyle is thin-skinned.
After what had been said, he felt too embarrassed to ask for the remaining 997,000 Galleons.
Kyle nodded, and just when he was about to agree, he heard Dean Sasia continue.
"Also, the Order of Merlin!"
"What..." Kyle didn't react for a moment. He thought he had heard it wrong.
"The Order of Merlin." Dean Sassia repeated. She smiled and said, "I will nominate you personally, but I can't guarantee whether it will be second or third level in the end."
This is her real compensation...or thank you gift.
In her opinion, the lives of those patients were the most important compared to the reputation of St. Mungo's.
There are nearly fifty patients lying on the beds on the entire second floor. If a werewolf breaks into the room at this time, they will have no ability to resist.
It can be said that Kyle indirectly saved the lives of fifty wizards, and this behavior is fully worthy of an Order of Merlin medal.
It’s his age… Dean Sassia frowned.
Kyle is too young, not even twelve years old. If he were older, even if he had just reached adulthood, there would be no problem for him to obtain a second-level medal.
But now she can only try her best.
Dean Sassia looked at Kyle and asked, "How is it, are you satisfied?"
"Of course, I'm satisfied." Kyle smiled, "But...can I exchange the Galleons for something else?"
"Oh, what do you want to change it to?"
"Potions of equal value." Kyle blurted out, "If possible, I want it to be made by you. Any kind will do."
This answer surprised Dean Sassia. She subconsciously asked, "Why do you want to switch to potions?"
"Because I like Potions class." Kyle said without hesitation: "With a bottle of the master's work by my side, I can always understand my shortcomings."
"puff……"
Next to him, Dumbledore, who was drinking black tea, suddenly choked and almost dropped the cup.
He wiped his wet beard and said, "Sorry, the tea is a little hot."
Kyle pretended not to see it, his expression unchanged, and continued, "And I also have a little selfish motive. The work of a potion master is worth much more than the corresponding Galleons."
"……Can."
Dean Sassia agreed without much thought, “I will make the potions that the seven grades need to learn one by one.
But I don't know how much they are worth, probably a lot less than three thousand Galleons, are you sure?"
"Sure, sure." Kyle nodded repeatedly.
It was also a sudden impulse that he thought of exchanging the Galleons for potions.
The main thing is that he is not short of Galleons now. Even if he has 3,000 more, they will just gather dust in Gringotts.
It would be better to change to something else.
From what Dumbledore said just now, it seems that the headmaster's potion skills are even better than Slughorn's.
This is a rare opportunity. If you miss the work of a master of potions, you will never see it again.
After finishing the discussion, the few people left the tea room compartment.
The people from the Ministry of Magic are still downstairs, and they are here to help. As the headmaster of St. Mungo's, it is not easy for Sassia to just ignore it.
Moreover, two people were injured in the werewolf's original ward on the second floor. Although they were lucky and were not bitten, she still needed to go over and take a look.
When they walked up the stairs to the fifth floor, Kyle saw the round-faced boy again.
He was still standing at the corner of the stairs holding the lunch box, but this time, there was someone behind him, who seemed to be his grandmother judging by her age.
The other person was wearing a long dress, holding a large red handbag, and had a hat with a stuffed vulture on it on her head.
The round-faced boy from St. Mungo's, plus the old lady wearing a vulture hat... Kyle roughly knew who they were.
"Speak, Neville!"
After seeing Kyle and his group, Mrs. Augusta pushed the boy from behind.
The boy hurriedly put the lunch box aside, walked up to Kyle and said nervously: "Thank you, thank you for saving me... I, I was so scared just now, I'm sorry."
"It's okay, I understand." Kyle looked at him and asked, "What's your name?"
"Neville, Neville Longbottom."
(End of this chapter)
Chapter 120: Conjecture about Horcruxes
Mrs. Longbottom and Neville were waiting here on purpose.
Ten minutes ago, Neville seemed to have misunderstood Kyle's meaning. Instead of going to find a therapist, he went downstairs and started shouting that there was a werewolf, and tried to get others to go to the second floor to help.
But no one believed him, even though they had just heard the noise coming from upstairs.
Because werewolves do not appear during the day, this is the most basic common sense in the magical world.
And this is St. Mungo's, a place where talented people abound. Here, there are many people with mental problems. Just twenty minutes ago, someone claimed that he raised a dragon upstairs.
It's just a werewolf, nothing to be surprised about.
Besides, the therapists didn't believe this round-faced fat guy.
The reason they were on the second floor was entirely because of another person.
——The curly-haired intern therapist who introduced Kyle to the place was in the ward where the werewolf was at the time and witnessed the entire process of the werewolf's transformation with his own eyes.
But fortunately, he was not bitten, perhaps because the werewolf had just transformed and his mind was still confused, so he just slammed him into the wall.