Harry Potter: From Muggle Cousin to Conceptual Wizard

Chapter 238 Snape, the Spy from Three Sides! First Encounter with the Werewolf Wizard!

"Where did you find out about this?!"

Having regained his senses, Snape lowered the tip of his wand slightly and questioned in a cold voice.

He took on the role of a double agent—or rather, a triple agent if he was manipulated by Ecclesia.

"Don't worry about that! You just need to do things for me!"

Eckeris looked confident and certain of victory, but in reality, she was a little flustered and regretful.

She realized she should have controlled her temper and not pushed Snape too far.

Because she was all alone, there was no one to make arrangements for her.

If Snape really killed her with a Killing Curse, she would be finished.

Of course, once she's done for, Voldemort's main spirit will definitely appear and cause a ruckus; Snape will either die or be severely injured.

However, she still didn't want such a mutually destructive situation to happen.

But honestly, threatening and insulting someone is much more satisfying than groveling and fawning over them.

She was somewhat fascinated by that feeling.

That feeling even made her feel that the pain in her body was not so unbearable.

"You're so naive!"

Snape retorted coldly, "A mere rumor without evidence cannot shake my position!"

He's not the kind of person who gives in so easily; even if he's just pretending to give in, he'll struggle for a round or two before he does.

"Hahaha!"

Eckeris gave a few cold laughs and continued without backing down, "Headmaster Dumbledore has already handed me over to you."

If I die, no matter what reason you come up with, you won't be able to escape responsibility!

In this situation, if news spreads that you are a mysterious undercover agent, how many people do you think will still believe you and listen to your excuses?

Don't forget, most of the professors at Hogwarts are now on my side!

If you neither kill me nor obey my orders, I'll have no choice but to let your reputation plummet.

What do you think of the news about beating a lovestruck female patient? Or, what about the news about mistaking a lovestruck female patient for an unrequited lover and, in a fit of rage, destroying her reputation? How significant would that be?

Guess what? When these rumors spread like wildfire, and then it was revealed that you were an undercover agent for the mysterious figure, will you still be able to maintain your position in the British magical world?

Even if you don't get tried and imprisoned in Azkaban, you won't be able to become the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor you've always dreamed of, right?

Oh, and by the way, the Potions course, which had been taken in half, also has to say goodbye to you for good.

Snape had already underestimated Eckeris's bottom line as much as possible, but he never expected that Eckeris's bottom line was lower than he could have imagined.

"You're actually using your own innocence to threaten me?"

Snape asked incredulously, his face showing an unprecedented level of disgust and aversion.

As he asked, he angrily cursed, "You crazy woman! You slut! You stinking woman..."

Ecclesia was no longer flustered and even began to enjoy Snape's curses.

She believes that the curses and wails of the losers are the best reward for the victors.

After Snape stopped speaking, she slowly asked again, "So, are you going to listen to me and do things for me?"

Snape's face displayed an extremely complex struggle and reluctance.

After a long silence, he gritted his teeth and spat out a few words: "What do you want me to do?"

Ecclesia wore a victor's smile and was about to leisurely give Snape his orders when a piercing pain shot through her abdomen.

Voldemort's main spirit has started causing trouble again.

Ecclesia frowned slightly, her expression changing subtly, and she quickly spoke to Snape in a faster voice:

"Go to the treasure chest at the deepest part of the giant spider's labyrinth and retrieve the magic stone for me! And use the magic stone to create an elixir of immortality!"

Upon hearing this, Snape secretly thought that Dumbledore's prediction was indeed correct, but on the surface, he frowned and asked, "What do you need the elixir of immortality for? You are so old..."

"Get out! Do as I say!"

Ecclesia was in excruciating pain and screamed loudly.

To maintain her dominant position, she couldn't let Snape know that Voldemort's soul was inside her, so she directly issued an order to leave.

"Crazy woman!"

Snape understood what had happened to Ecclesia and felt much better, but to maintain his persona, he could only mutter another curse under his breath before turning around stylishly, tossing his robes to the side, and leaving the intensive care unit.

But he didn't go far.

With a mission in mind, he had to eavesdrop by the door.

To prevent Voldemort's main soul from becoming uncontrollable and causing a riot that he couldn't react to in time.

As for helping Ecclesia find the Philosopher's Stone? Just wait and see!

……

Dudley was busy eating lunch and didn't pay much attention to Dumbledore and Snape's secret meeting with Ecclesia.

He had laid out the path clearly, and even if the actual events differed somewhat, he believed that Dumbledore and Snape would be able to adapt and respond accordingly.

After lunch, Dudley planned to go to the Room of Requirement to continue practicing the Precision Killing Charm, try to create a new special anti-enemy wand, and also start a new project to study the Dementor that Barty had given him.

Consider whether we could use alchemy, inspired by the abilities of Dementors, to create magical items capable of absorbing soul fragments.

Dumbledore had already entrusted this task to the great alchemist Nicolas Flamel, who had lived for over six hundred years, but Dudley himself wanted to give it a try.

As soon as Dali stepped out of the first-floor auditorium, he saw a group of adult wizards rushing into the castle gate.

They were travel-worn, their faces etched with worry.

Besides walking at the head of the group, protected by a male and a female wizard, there was a young adult male wizard whose clothes were relatively new and decent, but whose hair was gray, his forehead was wrinkled, and he showed signs of premature aging.

The person's expression was one of helpless happiness.

It's a feeling of helplessness that your teammates are making a mountain out of a molehill.

【Ding--】

[Nice to meet you! Unlocking Remus Lupin's regrettable events in the current timeline!]

[Werewolf bloodline maliciously converted (Grade B)]

[Details of the unfortunate incident: When Lupin was four years old, Fenrir Greyback, a werewolf whom his father had offended, broke into his home and bit him maliciously, forcing him to become a werewolf wizard.]

On every full moon night, he would uncontrollably transform into a werewolf, just like other werewolves, losing his mind, becoming ferocious and mad, and howling incessantly.

During the transformation process, if there are no humans to attack or other animals around, the werewolf will desperately mutilate itself to quell its bloodlust after the transformation.

If left untreated, the werewolf's transformation process is extremely painful, and after the transformation ends, the werewolf remains weak for several days.

Werewolves cannot freely control when they transform, and after transforming, they lose most of their human moral emotions and become unrecognizable to their own family and friends.

Therefore, transforming into a werewolf is not a controllable enhancement of combat power, but rather a contagious special disease—werewolfism.

A Life of Poverty and Destitution in Adulthood (Grade C)

[Details of the unfortunate incident: Because Lupin was a werewolf, he faced severe discrimination in the wizarding world and had difficulty finding work.]

Every month, I have to pay for a drug to alleviate the aftereffects of the werewolf transformation.

So after graduating from Hogwarts, he fell into a state of poverty and destitution.

In the original story, Lupin, as an adult, only slightly alleviated his financial difficulties and embarrassment during the year he taught Defense Against the Dark Arts and the brief period of happiness after marrying Nymphadora Tonks.