157- Rhys: I’m going to take a shower

157- Rhys: I’m going to take a shower

Dumbledore's actions brought the atmosphere in the stadium to a fever pitch.

Countless wizards made up their minds at that moment to return to their homeland and immediately contact their respective Ministers of Magic, urging them to begin distributing the Wolfsbane antidote and the Human Restoration Spell.

If they couldn't learn it, they could send people to the UK for further study. In any case, they were determined to eradicate lycanthropy, a disease that had plagued the wizarding world for over a thousand years, in their generation.

Wizards with quicker minds decided to start working on producing the Wolfsbane antidote immediately. In the next decade, this potion would be like a money tree; as soon as it was produced, there would be no shortage of buyers, with the Ministry of Magic being the first to acquire it.

Seeing that Dumbledore had instantly become the center of attention, Cornelius Fudge couldn't hold back anymore.

He rushed onto the field, standing next to Dumbledore, and pulled a bewildered Lupin to his side. Mimicking Dumbledore, he had Lupin bite the skin on the back of his own hand, drawing blood.

Enduring the pain, Fudge raised his bleeding hand high and shouted to the wizards in the stands, "I, Cornelius Oswald Fudge, Minister for Magic of the United Kingdom, also pledge to vouch for all werewolves treated with the Human Restoration Spell!"

The wizards in the stadium were momentarily stunned, then burst into enthusiastic applause for the Minister of Magic.

Hearing the waves of applause and the cheers interspersed throughout, Fudge's complexion visibly brightened, and the pain in his hand seemed to lessen.

However, as the excitement drained from his head, Fudge couldn't help but feel a little uneasy: It should be fine, right? This werewolf shouldn't be infectious... right? After all, Dumbledore already did it... but he's Dumbledore!

...

In the end, Fudge decided that after the gathering, he would seek someone to prepare a supply of the Wolfsbane antidote for him, planning to drink several doses to enhance his immunity.

What Fudge didn't know was that taking the Wolfsbane antidote wouldn't work as a "preventive" measure. If someone were to be bitten by a werewolf, they would still transform regardless of how much Wolfsbane they had taken.

"Dumbledore..."

In the corner of the stands, the wizard in plain robes, the curly-haired old man, and the beautiful woman all frowned as they watched Dumbledore, who was now the center of attention on the field.

Their expressions were complicated as they assessed the most powerful wizard among humans.

"Capricornus, are you confident you could defeat him?" Sagittarius posed the question.

"I can't see through him," Capricornus shook his head. "I'm not sure if he's mastered a domain. If he hasn't, I'm confident I could kill him."

Sagittarius snorted, "Modern wizards can still master a domain?"

Not possible.

Calling them was always a safe bet.

Thanks to Rhys's impressive Disillusionment Charm, he and Daphne managed to avoid being caught by the Heads of House and safely returned to the Slytherin common room.

"The professors set up their ambush in the wrong spot. They should've blocked the common rooms—then they'd catch everyone for sure," Rhys stretched and casually suggested, offering a sly tip.

"I'm off for a shower, goodnight!" Rhys yawned and headed toward the bathroom.

Daphne: ?

"You're really just going to do nothing about it?" she asked in shock.

Rhys turned his head back. "I'll write the anonymous letter after my shower."

After tossing that remark, he went straight into the bathroom.

Like any ordinary student, Rhys entered the bathroom and turned on the faucet.

Hot water gushed out, pouring onto his skin. Gradually, Rhys began to "melt," merging with the water streaming from the showerhead until he completely disappeared.

Finally, a thin stream of water, shaped like a finger, turned off the shower, leaving no trace of Rhys in the bathroom.

At the same time, in the shadows outside the Quidditch pitch, Rhys opened his eyes and looked up at the bright moon in the night sky.

"Clear skies under the bright moon... What a nice night~" he muttered as he slowly sank into the earth.

...

Meanwhile, Dumbledore, Henry, and Fudge hadn't left the field yet. They were surrounded by enthusiastic wizards, stuck in the stadium. As for Lockhart, no one cared where he had gone or what he was doing.

"Good, everything is going according to plan. Let's proceed; we have fifteen minutes," Capricorn said, satisfaction gleaming in his eyes as he watched Dumbledore, who was held up by the crowd.

"Gryffindor's relic, the Sword of Godric Gryffindor—we must get it tonight!"

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