All requests are met inside the house.

After eating the food William brought, Hermione stretched, put her elbow on the table, supported her head with her palms, and looked up at William's side face.

William is flipping through the steps of transcribed wolf poison.

"It's strange, isn't it, William?" Hermione stared for a long time, then suddenly squinted:

"Professor Snape has no reason to teach you wolf poison, it is obviously beyond the rules. I always feel like he is deliberately hinting at something."

"What do you mean?" William glanced at Hermione.

"I mean, he certainly couldn't expect everyone to succeed, but he still mentioned werewolf repeatedly.

Is he suggesting that there are werewolfs around everyone, let us be wary of it early?"

"Who knows, but he has helped us a lot."

William Quille outlined several steps in the outline and sighed:

"Professor Snape is such a genius. The mixture of trama juice and laurel leaves effectively solves the problem of difficulty in solidification."

"Well, I'll try this operation tonight." Hermione said happily: "But does Mormon really need so much wolf poison?"

"Need, with this, she can gather a large number of werewolfs. You should know that without wolf poison, werewolfs were actually very painful on full moon night."

Instead of following William to England, Mormont gathered up some female werewolf on the island and formed a group of new forces.

William and Hermione cooked wolf poison potion without leaving any of them, and they would all be sent to France and handed over to Mormont.

As for leaving some wolf poison potions to sell... forget it. If you want to make money by making money, it’s better to set up a street stall!

The steps of wolf poison are cumbersome and expensive. The wolf people are discriminated against by wizards. Most of them are poor and cannot afford them.

"William, why do you want to help Mormon?" Hermione asked hesitated.

"Hermione, it's better to say that she's helping us than to say that she's helping us." William turned a page of the book and said calmly.

"Voldemort's resurrection is inevitable. After he is resurrected, the first step is to gather the Death Eaters, and then the power of darkness. Werewolf is one of them.

The panic and deterrence they attacked Muggles and attacked the little wizards were more violent than most dark creatures.

If there is a person who is mingling in the wolf clan, and even with our help, Mormon can become the werewolf leader, it will be of great help to us in the future."

Dumbledore had his own plan, but William could not do nothing at all, and he also had to start developing his own power.

Mormont is a chess piece on a whim.

William did not expect this chess move to kill the dragon, but even if it could only provide information, it was a useful investment!

Similarly, werewolf is too dangerous, as can be seen from the French delegation.

Just like stray dogs in the city, from any perspective, they need effective control.

Continuing to let them go will only cause more little wizards to be harmed.

However, in the Ministry of Magic’s werewolf registration office, few werewolf registrations were registered. This also prevented the Ministry of Magic from conducting effective surveillance on full moon night.

On the one hand, William hopes to reduce the cost of wolf poison, but on the other hand, he wants to register the werewolf.

Reducing costs is naturally the job of Professor Snape, a master of potion, and the registration list... the external force is not good, so we can only rely on werewolf to deal with werewolf.

Effectively solving the werewolf problem is even more meaningful than gathering this power to deal with Voldemort!

This will be a brilliant political resume, whether William helps Hermione or others to become Minister of Magic.

William has begun to pave the way for the future. His goal is to train the youngest Minister of Magic.

This is far more fulfilling than being a minister.

Hermione rubbed her cheeks hard, sobered herself up for a while, and started doing her transformation lessons again.

Taking advantage of noon, the girl had already solved the three courses.

So she was so busy that she didn't go to the auditorium at noon, so William helped to bring the meal.

Hermione was only halfway through her writing, then straightened her legs, her arms were hanging weakly and leaning forward, putting half of her face on the textbook, looking like she was powerless.

Her eyes were facing one side, and she couldn't help staring at William's side face and staring blankly.

William raised his hand and touched Hermione's forehead, "No fever."

"Just a little sleepy."

Hermione yawned, rolled up her drooping bangs, gently wrapped around William's fingers, and tied knots very seriously.

William had to continue to put his left hand on Hermione's forehead, closed the notebook with his right hand, and also imitated her, leaning on the table with one side of his face.

The two of them stared at each other with big eyes.

Looking at each other.

"You must be tired. I have had so many classes in the morning. After all, you have actually passed a day and can go to bed now," said William.

"But I don't want to sleep."

Hermione seemed to think the tabletop was too hard, so she raised her head slightly and took William's hand under her face.

“How is Hagrid’s class?”

"It's okay, but he's too anxious." William quickly told the class about it.

"That's not Hagrid's fault!"

"It's not his fault, but riding a sea monster on the Black Lake is indeed very dangerous."

"Where is the big black?"

"I put it in Hagrid's cottage at noon. He said he would send it to Luwei at night..."

William's voice became less and less, as Hermione's eyelids striking, she was about to fall asleep in a daze.

William held Hermione's head with his left hand and gently held her half in his arms.

Hermione nodded softly from her nose, turned her head, and found a more comfortable position.

William hugged the girl and closed his eyes.

He was ready to take a short snatch.

Just a moment!

then……

William and Hermione are late!

When William passed through the wet vegetable fields and arrived at Greenhouse No. 3, it had been twenty minutes of class.

Everyone looked at William, who pretended to be fine and walked towards Qiu. It seemed that he was not late, but that everyone came...it was a little earlier.

"Hurry up, Mr. Stark," said Professor Sprout gently. "You're the only one."

She was just explaining how dangerous the magical creatures in Black Lake are, so that everyone can truly love life and stay away from Black Lake.

She also talked about the morning incident and thought the mermaids were too much.

“The mermaids not only attack the little wizards, but also eat precious seaweed magic plants.

I think this behavior is wrong. They can only eat meat, there are so many fish in the Black Lake!"

Listen...Is this human word?

"Why are you late?" Qiu Ji asked in a low voice.

"Anne looked for you for noon and said that you and Hermione were missing. Everyone thought you were killed by Hermione and abandoned your body in the Black Lake."

“…”

"Don't listen to her nonsense. Hermione and I were studying very seriously at noon." William explained.

Qiu obviously didn't believe it, she glanced at William with a squinted eyes, as if she had seen through everything.

"You must have gone to find the mermaid princess. I will tell Hermione that you have hooked up with the mermaid princess behind your back... What a scumbag!

Fortunately, I don’t have a sister, otherwise I would definitely ask her to stay away from you.”

What the hell! William looked black and question marks. He didn't see him for a long time. Was he so hungry that he had sex with the mermaid princess?

That is obviously Cedric's fiancée who has not passed the door!

William must have green him!

Professor Sprout finally finished criticizing the mermaid and began to take everyone to observe an ugly plant.

They are not like plants, but rather like black and big sticky slugs, which crawl out of the black grass.

These plants are still swinging slowly, with a bit of a déjà sensation of a Mongolian death worm.

"Babbo tuber." Professor Sprout happily told everyone, "you need to squeeze it with your hands, you need to collect its pus."

"Oh! It's so disgusting." Marietta complained.

"Learn to appreciate, children," Professor Sprout said loudly, "These pus has extremely high value, so don't waste it."

You must collect them in a bottle, and you cannot leave a drop behind and squeeze them all dry!"
To be continued...