"Hormones?"
Harry had heard the word on TV, and in his mind, hormones were always linked to sex, so he immediately blushed.
Wade looked thoughtful. "No wonder…"
Seeing that the other two didn't quite understand, he explained, "In Muggle research, hormones are called the source of human life. Human physiology and psychology—growth, development, health, emotions, desires—everything is related to hormones."
"They say supplementing hormones can delay aging, prolong life, and maintain vitality and youth. And when hormone secretion decreases, organs will decline and age, and one's spirit will become listless and low. That's why Muggles have been paying more attention to hormone research in recent years."
"Moreover, even a slight change in hormone concentration can have a huge impact, even completely altering one's physiological and psychological state."
Harry listened, half-understanding. "So… those people injected Remus with something like a 'werewolf hormone' to forcibly turn him into a Werewolf?"
Wade nodded slightly. "I imagine their research on Werewolves must be very thorough to be able to extract the corresponding hormonal substances from a Werewolf's body."
Human experimentation, of course, was a very cruel topic. Fortunately, Harry's life experience wasn't rich enough for him to make sufficiently extensive connections.
But Lupin's hand, resting on the quilt, trembled slightly and clenched involuntarily.
"I have a Werewolf friend," he said in a slightly hoarse voice. "Someone paid him to participate in an experiment… he's been missing for several months."
Harry froze.
Wade looked up at Lupin but said nothing.
He knew Lupin was talking about Will, and Wade had no intention of revealing the truth.
Lupin had emerged from his darkest days and hadn't simply enjoyed his new life; instead, he had tried his best to help those who had been in the same predicament as him.
But the people he helped, those he considered friends, didn't thank him. Instead, they resented and loathed him for not wallowing in the mud with them—just hearing about such things was nauseating.
Compared to that, Wade felt it was better to let Lupin believe that Will was still the Will he knew, just unfortunately deceased.
…
Back in the dormitory, Wade pondered for a long time before opening the Book of Friends.
He contacted Claire.
Werner: Are you there?
Earlier, when dealing with the Vampires, Wade had seen a photo of Claire and had thought she might also be out of contact. To his surprise, Claire replied quickly after he sent the message.
Claire: Yes, yes. Mr. Werner, do you need something from me?
Werner: We didn't find anything unusual in the blood sample you sent previously, but we now have a new research direction. I hope you can send me another sample, preferably blood taken right after a transformation.
Claire responded very positively:
Claire: I understand. After the next full moon, I'll send you the collected blood.
Wade put down his Quill, took out a bag of Galleons from his Wardrobe Space, and looked at Eva on the perch beside him.
This girl had flown over from House Gray just yesterday, bringing Wade a scarf his mother had knitted herself.
"Eva," Wade said, "take this bag of money to Claire, and while you're there, check on her status. See if there are any strange Werewolves or Vampires around her."
As Wade spoke, he placed a jewel-badge-like ornament around the Owl's neck.
This was a Streaming Mirror Master Mirror he had just made, about the size of a fingernail, easily concealed within a transparent jewel casing.
Eva extended her talons, grasped the money bag, and hooted twice solemnly.
"Be careful. If she's being controlled, fly back immediately."
Wade said, feeding it a few strips of jerky, before watching the Owl girl fly out the window and disappear in a flash.
He closed the window, tapped his Wand to the side, and a Sub-Mirror quickly unfolded, standing like a television against the wall.
"Phil," Wade said softly.
With a pop, the House-elf holding a rag appeared in the room, saying softly, "Wade Gray may command Phil, Phil is very happy to help Wade Gray."
"When I go to class tomorrow, can you help me watch this mirror?" Wade asked.
"Okay…" Phil paused, then asked, "Just watch?"
Wade said, "If a young girl appears in it, please notify me immediately; if I can't come, I hope you can record everything that happens next."
Most Sub-Mirrors didn't have recording functions, but for Wade, these were naturally not a problem.
"Okay," Phil said in a soft voice. "Phil will definitely complete it diligently."
Wade felt reassured.
House-elves were generally very conscientious, but Phil was the most meticulous among them.
The next day, there was Defense Against the Dark Arts class.
Professor Abigail was no longer dueling students one-on-one this semester.
She had learned a game called "Maifa" from a Wizard friend in Russia and was enthusiastically using the game instead of traditional teaching.
Her reasoning was—
"Real combat doesn't require flashy techniques. You just need to react faster than others, and then use your most familiar methods to end the fight!"
As class began, Professor Abigail started handing out identity cards to her students.
There were Aurors, the most powerful but also the fewest in number.
Then there were ordinary villagers, who had no magical abilities and could only hide and flee.
There were also civilian Wizards, who had some defensive capabilities.
And finally, there were infectious Werewolves that would attack anyone.
These four identities each had defined abilities, stances, and areas of activity. Students then had to act according to their assigned roles, turning the class into a real-life game of Werewolf.
Students chased, attacked, and countered each other, making for quite a lively scene. Every Defense Against the Dark Arts class felt like a small skirmish.
The first time Wade played this game, he was an Auror. He eliminated all the Werewolves in just a few minutes, after which he could only ever get the "villager" identity card.
However, Wade usually stayed near the professor, practicing Magic or reading, so no Werewolves ever came to attack this "ordinary villager."
In today's class, Professor Abigail wasn't focused on the students' game. Instead, she approached Wade.
"Gray," Professor Abigail asked, "can your Magic Golem Pets be made to look like magical creatures?"
"They can, but it would only be in appearance. The Golems wouldn't have the magical creatures' abilities," Wade replied.
"That's fine too. I might need some Red Caps, Hinkypunks, Grindylows… and ideally, Vampires and Werewolves too, life-sized. The school will purchase them at market price."
Professor Abigail said this, but she didn't look particularly happy.
"Did something happen?" Wade asked.
"Ugh—"
Professor Abigail sighed, complaining, "Professor McGonagall told me not to just have the students play games. She wants me to teach more things that will be on the O.W.L.s exam. According to the curriculum, you should be learning about these magical creatures now…"
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