[Werewolves are a chosen calamity; to defy it requires an immense price.]
[Mr. Black offered his body, his consciousness merging with the Forbidden Book.]
[He lured later generations as sacrifices, reaching the final destination, exchanging blood for his daughter's rebirth.]
[But your existence turned the tide of battle.]
[Curing a Werewolf is an act against fate; you will face unprecedented challenges... and opportunities.]
Azure blue subtitles appeared before his eyes.
Ethan: "There are opportunities! Hooray!"
Fate?
He'd slap it twice and see if it still acted crazy!
Treasures are found in danger, and suffering is a test.
Ethan would naturally not shrink back.
"I remember Professor Snape once said..."
"A major key to improving the Wolfsbane Potion is the lack of a powerful protective ingredient—the moonpetal flower."
Ethan mused.
It was extinct in modern times.
But in 1612... it should still be findable.
Thinking of this,
Ethan curved his lips, having made a decision.
"Perfect, the Weasley family still owes me a favor."
After Ethan finished his instructions, he led the students and professors away.
The silver key emitted a return signal.
Before leaving,
Professor Snape looked at the reunited wizards, his face twitching, and he let out a heavy snort.
The war was finally over.
The outcome was something no wizard had anticipated.
All the goblins who participated in the war died, while the human side suffered few casualties.
Far exceeding the wizards' expectations.
It was beautiful, like a dream.
Considering the [Eclipse Calamity], it should be considered a "nightmare."
"Brother—!!"
Little Amy, with two pigtails, shouted and ran over.
She threw herself into the arms of a dirt-stained Henry Weasley.
Crying loudly:
"Waaah! I thought, I thought Amy would never see her brother again!"
"Haha, how could that be... Sorry for making you worry."
Henry sat on the ground, his eyes red, holding his sister.
With lingering fear, he looked at the broken walls and ruins.
When the fortress exploded, it was that terrifying three-headed monster that protected them.
Keeping them from being affected by the explosion and collapse.
If it weren't for that Cerberus... and that mysterious young man...
Perhaps all the prisoners would have died below.
"It's all thanks to that mysterious person..." Henry murmured, looking at the wizards tending to the injured and burying the dead in the ruins.
He watched them laboriously wave their wands—for some reason, here, magic seemed to malfunction.
A patch of flowers bloomed on the raised mounds of earth.
And the rotting corpse of the goblin leader was burned in a fire.
The ashes would seep into the soil.
Nourishing this land, which had been dug through and destroyed by the goblins.
The Black family miss, unconscious, would be sent to Hogwarts for treatment.
Some said she was a werewolf—which was why she was disowned by the Black family.
It was all thanks to that mysterious black-haired young man that she regained her human form.
But no matter what,
By now, no one cared about these things anymore.
The sunlight dimmed.
As if something had taken a bite out of it.
However, that slightly dim light was just right for the current atmosphere.
"Is the one who saved everyone a great hero?"
Little Amy looked up and asked innocently.
"Heh heh."
Henry smiled.
He stood up, leaning on a goblin blood-stained truncheon.
He looked into the depths of the dense forest, his eyes shimmering.
He shook his head and said:
"No, I think the one who saved us cannot be called a 'hero.'"
"It should be said, he's a more powerful villain, a 'Demon Lord' who controls evil."
His power seemed to come from the underworld.
Making everyone fearful, and even more so, making those villains terrified.
A great demon who equally smashes every creature and unceremoniously makes the world operate according to his own rules.
"However—"
"It seems more fun to follow a villain."
Henry grinned.
His goblin-blood-stained face made little Amy a bit scared.
She felt that her brother had changed... he was no longer the pure and kind big brother he used to be... "Come on! Let's toast the Demon Lord!"
Henry shouted, raising his fist with excitement.
"May he achieve his desires and advance unimpeded on his path! May his name resound throughout the world—'Light'!!!"
And he, too, would do as Light commanded.
Devoting all of the Weasley family.
To seek out and cultivate the rare flower—the moonpetal flower.
The world was changing rapidly.
The only constant
was the name "Light."
Quietly, it appeared in a rewritten, historically impossible section of history.
Awaiting to be opened and discovered.
Ministry of Magic.
"What? You said Hogwarts students have started practical combat training?!"
Minister Fudge was aghast, his greasy face pale.
Delice, the Auror reporting, nodded: "They even ordered a batch of armor."
Minister Fudge immediately slumped into his seat.
Delice: "Ethan Vincent is leading them."
Minister Fudge: "?!"
Panting like an ox, utterly terrified.
Is Ethan finally going to start training his own army?!
Hogwarts, are you trying to rebel?!
But what would wizards buy armor for?
Fudge was completely puzzled.
But no matter what,
This would seriously threaten his position of power!
Minister Fudge clenched his fists: "Damn it—is there still no trace of Sirius?"
Delice shook his head.
He had vanished as if into thin air.
Not a single trace could be found.
Sometimes,
Delice couldn't help but suspect if Ethan was behind it.
But then he thought it impossible.
Sirius was a major criminal that even the Ministry of Magic found difficult to handle.
Ethan was, after all, just a third-year kid.
No matter how powerful, he couldn't possibly control a vicious murderer.
"Useless!"
Minister Fudge roared, slamming his fist on the table.
He always had an uneasy premonition.
As if if he didn't catch Sirius immediately,
Something very bad, something that would shake the foundation of his power, would happen in the future... "Negotiate with Dumbledore to allow Aurors into the school to search!"
Minister Fudge said hoarsely, drenched in sweat.
"We are going to protect the students, Dumbledore has no reason to refuse... Find an opportunity to 'inadvertently' expose Professor Lupin's true identity!"
Minister Fudge grinned sinisterly.
Often, a bigger piece of news can divert public attention.
Making them temporarily overlook the Ministry of Magic's dereliction of duty.
He was more than proficient at this... Wait until the full moon night.
He wouldn't be able to hide it even if he wanted to!
"Yes!"
Delice said loudly.
He straightened his back, his gaze burning.
Ethan.
The challenge, the sea fishing, all sorts of painful memories flooded his mind.
This time, he was determined to get his revenge! To prove his strength as an Auror!
Fate must be on their side of justice.
On the other side,
Hogwarts.
The sun rose in the east.
Professor Snape slowly awoke from a bed that, though not comfortable, allowed him to sleep.
Leaving the battlefield filled with the smell of gunpowder and rust,
He felt incredibly relieved.
Hmph, if it weren't for Lily, he wouldn't want to get involved in this mess!
Ancient goblin rebellion?
That was all in the past, what did it have to do with him!
Fortunately, everything was over.
He could finally return to his peaceful daily routine... Thinking this,
Snape opened his eyes.
What greeted him was Ethan's smiling face, barely a foot away.
Snape: "?!"
"Sectumsempra—oof!"
With a loud bang,
Snape fell out of bed, landing heavily on the floor.
Ethan looked at the groaning Professor Snape and said cheerfully:
"Good morning! I'm so glad to see you so energetic~"
Professor Snape:
I am not glad.
Startled like that, Snape was wide awake.
He struggled to keep a poker face, not wanting to show any undignified behavior.
Clutching his aching back, he propped himself against the wall and slowly got up. Seeing the familiar furnishings around him, not having been transferred to some dark and damp cave or a beach with ominous things stirring,
He let out a sigh of relief. Then, his face immediately darkened.
He said word by word:
"I would like to ask, you broke into a professor's private room without permission... There must be something extremely urgent, right?"
"For example, a Dark Wizard attack? Hogwarts is about to collapse?"
Snape stared intently at Ethan, looking like a snake poised to strike.
Ethan blinked, exclaiming: "Wow—you have prophetic abilities, Professor Snape!"
Snape: ".."
Ethan: "Actually, I came to visit this time because I wanted to ask for your guidance."
Snape raised an eyebrow: "I'm all ears."
Ethan curved his lips.
The moonpetal flower to cure werewolves was still nowhere to be found.
There was also no information on a container that could hold the Ancient Magic runes in his palm.
For a time, he seemed to be in a predicament.
But it didn't matter.
This was the magic world.
Even luck could be controlled by humans. Ethan: "I want to learn the method of brewing Felix Felicis, Professor Snape."
Then,
He'd try to replicate the potion's effect onto a painting!
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