Chapter 137

Dumbledore turned to look at him, with an unexpected smile on his face.

"Oh? Then in what other fields are you not a genius?"

Dumbledore raised his lips, shrugged, and teased.

"I don't know. But, starting next week, I may be a prophet."

Dumbledore raised his eyebrows slightly when he heard this, as if he didn't fully understand what he meant for a moment, but he didn't delve into it.

Dumbledore didn't say anything more, and asked instead.

"By the way, professor, why don't you see the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor?"

Unexpectedly, this question made Dumbledore's expression freeze for a moment, although only for a moment, he quickly returned to nature.

"Professor Mesphilos said that he thought he was not suitable to appear in such an occasion."

Dumbledore explained in a low voice, with a bit of helplessness in his tone.

"He said that if a dark magic creature sees him, it will fall into a manic state."

At this point, Dumbledore turned around and looked at the center of the laboratory again, and said no more.

Seeing this, Deveraux wisely did not ask any further questions, but just remembered this detail in his mind.

At this time, the professors had completed the protective arrangements around Luna.

A transparent protective shield enveloped her in the center, like a crystal-shining barrier, ensuring that even if she suddenly attacked and hurt someone, she would not endanger others.

Luna sat on a chair in the center of the shield, looking relaxed, holding a copy of "The Quibbler" in her hand, as if she had completely ignored the tense atmosphere around her.

Deveraux stared at her book, and suddenly turned to ask Dumbledore.

"Professor, why is "The Quibbler" no longer published?"

Dumbledore turned his head slightly, his eyes gentle but deep.

"Because someone doesn't want it to continue."

Deveraux paused and did not ask any further questions.

Of course he knew who that "someone" was, but he just didn't want to continue the topic.

As time passed, the atmosphere in the laboratory became more and more tense.

The moonlight outside the window gradually rose, illuminating the tower of Hogwarts.

As the light poured in, Luna in the shield began to change.

The Quibbler she was holding fell to the ground with a slight sound, but she didn't care.

Her body began to stiffen, her limbs trembled violently, and the calm expression on her face was replaced by pain.

Many professors turned their heads away, unable to bear to watch this scene.

But Devereux stared more closely, his eyes hardly blinked.

He knew that these details might provide crucial clues to cracking lycanthropy.

Suddenly, a shrill roar came from the shield.

Luna's head began to elongate, her shoulders hunched, and silver-gray hair quickly appeared on her face and hands.

Her hands deformed, and her slender fingers curled into sharp claws.

The whole transformation process was both horrifying and heartbreaking.

Although her body size did not increase significantly, she looked exactly like a werewolf.

However, unlike everyone expected, Luna quickly became quiet except for the initial painful howl.

She even showed a hint of curiosity and looked around.

Before Devereux could react, Luna had already moved.

She jumped to a small mirror on the ground, picked it up carefully, and held it in front of her to look at her current appearance.

Devereux looked at this scene, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching.

"As expected of Luna, this calmness and strange interest... are really unique."

Outside the shield, Luna's father Xenophilius walked to the edge of the shield with tears in his eyes, and his voice trembled with sobs.

"My child... finally there is medicine... finally there is medicine..."

Luna seemed to understand what her father said, slowly walked to the side of the shield, and gently leaned her forehead against the transparent barrier.

Xenophilius raised his hand, as if hugging her through the shield.

Professor McGonagall stepped forward at the right time, patted Xenophilius's shoulder, and whispered.

"The experiment is not over yet, we need to conduct further tests."

Xenophilius wiped his tears, nodded, and stepped back.

The next test was divided into several parts.

First, there was a thinking test.

The professors asked Luna some basic common sense questions, such as simple addition and subtraction and literacy.

Luna answered in an orderly manner without hesitation.

Then there was the aggression test.

A little mouse was put into the shield. Everyone held their breath and watched Luna's reaction.

Unexpectedly, Luna not only did not attack the mouse, but squatted down, looked at it curiously, and tried to reach out to play with it.

This scene made Snape nod, obviously satisfied with the test results.

The last part of the test was to monitor the duration of the drug effect.

In order to save energy, Dumbledore suggested that the professors take turns to guard, and only Deveraux insisted on staying.

He said to Dumbledore with a serious face.

"This is the most precious research time. I don't want her to transform in the future to study. I must seize every minute and every second."

Seeing his firm attitude, the other professors did not persuade him anymore.

Dumbledore even suggested opening a bottle of wine to celebrate the success of the experiment, but Professor McGonagall glared back at him.

Deveraux remained highly focused throughout the night.

After all, he had a meditation method, so he didn't need to sleep.

Meditation could also keep him in a good mental state.

But his body would feel very tired.

So he usually wouldn't do that.

He kept recording Luna's behavior patterns in his mind, thinking about the mechanism of action of the wolfsbane potion, and trying to build a countermeasure.

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At the same time.

In a small town in southern Finland, the sky was gloomy and the wind was bleak.

Although it was September, the air had already been chilly, much colder than in previous years.

There were few pedestrians on the street, and only the occasional passing car broke the silence of the night.

In a remote small chess and card room, the dim light shone through the gap in the curtains, barely illuminating everything in the room.

This was a small place with a messy arrangement of tables and chairs, an old world map hanging on the wall, and a pile of debris in the corner.

The air was filled with a mixture of motor oil and mold.

The only person in the room was a scarred man.

He lowered his head and wiped an old AK-47 assault rifle with concentration, his movements were skilled and mechanical, as if this behavior had become part of his daily life.

His expression was indifferent, as if everything in the outside world had nothing to do with him.

Suddenly someone came in.

A light sound of footsteps sounded outside the door, and then the door of the chess and card room was pushed open with a creak.

The cold wind poured in, and the lights swayed slightly.

A well-dressed man walked in, and his clothes were out of tune with this shabby chess and card room.

He was wearing a slim-fitting British three-piece suit, a well-cut black suit that was ironed flat, and a dark red wool vest inside.

A golden pocket watch chain was pinned to his collar, shaking gently with his movements.

He wore a retro bowler hat, with the brim pressed down slightly, covering most of his face.

The visitor did not greet or talk too much nonsense.

As soon as he entered the door, he walked straight to the chess and card table, and put a large black box heavily on the table with one hand, making a muffled sound.

"The organization asked you to kill someone,"

His voice was low and cold, with a hint of British accent, and his speech speed was neither fast nor slow, but with unquestionable pressure.

"London, an international pharmacist exchange meeting before Halloween, the target will appear."

The scarred man's hand stopped on the butt of the gun, raised his head, stared at the other party with sharp eyes, and remained silent.

The man seemed to be unconcerned about the other party's reaction.

He gently pushed open the box, revealing the neatly stacked golden Galleons inside.

"Five thousand gold Galleons, this is the price."

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