When they returned to Four-eyed's office, the rows of huge curved lattice bookshelves rotated back to their original positions. The group walked out of the bookshelves area and sat down on the sofa.
"Penello, I asked you to investigate Dolores' family information last semester. Before you go to Africa, find Dolores' Muggle mother and Muggle brother and bring them to see me. We'll see if she'll talk then." Allen assigned a new task to Penello beside him.
"Why do you have to go through so much trouble? Leave it to me. I can make her admit it right away. "Penello's expression flashed with a hint of ruthlessness.
Allen patted his magic robe lightly and leaned back to let himself lean on the back of the sofa. "Dolores is domineering, self-righteous, rigid, and oppressive. She has a strong desire for revenge and control. However, she seems to have a rather different attitude towards her Muggle brother. It's just that when she was fifteen, she never saw her mother and brother Muggle again. Send someone to find her mother and brother and try to bring them back. I'm doing this to decide what to do with her. If Dolores still cares about them, I'll let her go. If she doesn't, then get rid of her. "
"I'll send someone to find them as soon as possible." Penello raised an eyebrow and leaned on Allen's chair. "You're always so tolerant towards these unlikeable otherworldlings …"
"I'm not Mystic. Besides, Dolores' attitude towards the training class last year earned her a chance." After saying that, Allen turned to look at Four-eyed who was standing respectfully with his hands clasped in front of him. "Four-eyed, I just noticed that the decaying condition of a werewolf's corpse below is very abnormal. What's going on?"
"Young Master, that's a side effect caused by the failed formula of the Lupine Immunity Potion." Four-eyed turned around and opened the safe where he stored potions. He took out a bottle of blue double-spiral potion in a transparent crystal tube and handed it to Allen. The potion spun slowly in front of Allen. "Young Master, this is a T-type immunity potion that can prevent the Lupine Immunity Potion. It's something that some Muggle researchers, Professor Marcus, developed from a magic plant called the 'Stairway of the Sun' in West Africa by combining the methods of wizards and Muggle."
"Why did it fail?" Allen narrowed his eyes. The blue potion in the tube looked pure and clear.
"The effect of the T-type immunity potion is obvious. It can indeed successfully prevent the Lupine Immunity Potion. It can even improve physical fitness and in theory, delay aging and increase lifespan. However, its side effects are also very serious. The vaccine will let the white blood cells that those Muggle wizards mentioned try to kill the cells infected with the Lupine Immunity Potion. However, it adopts the method of 'mutual destruction'. The toxins contained in the white blood cells will also excessively stimulate the body's immune system, which will lead to systemic inflammation, necrosis of the skin and other outer layer tissues, loss of a large amount of body fluid, and secondary infections of various diseases, leading to sepsis and severe shock, and finally death. This is the reason why Young Master saw the abnormal decaying phenomenon. In addition, in order to repair the tissue damage and restore the immune system's function, a large amount of food is needed to provide materials and energy sources. This will cause the infected to have a strong appetite and the body to rot. Therefore, although the Lupine Immunity Potion has prevented the Lupine Immunity Potion from turning into a wolf, it also causes the person who took the immunity potion to lose their rationality for the sake of appetite. Unlike the Werewolves who only want to attack people, the Lupine Immunity Potion attacks people for the sake of their appetite. Lastly, although the Lupine Immunity Potion doesn't get enough nutrients to repair the tissue, it makes them look like Ghouls and Ghouls, but in reality, they are just living creatures like the dead. " The four-eyed man took out a report and glanced at it a few times before continuing, "Another troublesome thing is that the Experimental Subjects that have taken the T-type Immune Lupus Virus Potion are somewhat similar to rabies carriers. If they are bitten by the Experimental Subjects, the effects of both the Lupus Virus and the Immune Potion will be transmitted to them, ultimately resulting in the same infection.
"It seems that Hermione doesn't know what you're doing, right?" Allen's fingers tapped rhythmically on the table. "This side effect … This kind of experiment must be done with caution. If it's leaked out, it will cause a fatal danger to the wizarding world."
"Oh, Master, please forgive me for not making it clear just now. It's not a big deal if you're bitten. In the early and middle stages of the infection, as long as the wound is treated with a healing spell, nothing will happen at all. Only if you leave it alone will it lead to the worst result …" The four-eyed man saw that Allen had misunderstood and quickly explained, "Miss Granger is clear about the experiment in the mansion's laboratory … Although she hasn't seen the laboratory in person, maybe … If she only reads the report, her understanding of the actual situation will be somewhat different …"
Allen raised his eyebrows and looked at the pure-blooded witch. "But the Muggle can't use healing spells … How about this, Four-Eyed, Hermione once came up with a plan to open a base in Raccoon City in the United States. For safety reasons, after the Umbrella Shelter opens a base in the United States, this kind of taboo experiment will be carried out there."
The four-eyed man understood and nodded. "Yes, Master."
"Then I'll go back first. By the way, Penello, when is it convenient for your parents to have a meal together before I start school?" After that, without waiting for a reply, Allen waved at Penello and the four-eyed man and teleported back to the Harris Manor in Dorset.
The next morning, the rising sun dyed the gray sky golden. Everything in the Harris Manor was thriving. In the dining room, Helena took the initiative to help her grandmother put the cutlery on the table one by one.
"Well done, my dear." Morgan Feller lovingly looked at his granddaughter who was wiping her hands. After a long period of practice, Helena had become very proficient at getting what she wanted. She almost never dropped anything. Her family members were all eager to let her help them carry things, and she never got tired of it.
"Abracus? The Malfoy has passed away. "Owen? Harris' face was hidden behind the Daily Prophet that the owl delivered in the morning. "The newspaper published an obituary of his death."
"The last time I saw him, he was very sick." Allen thought of the short meeting with him. Although he was not surprised by the result, he still felt sorry.
"After all, he was old and had the Dragon Pox. Without his prestige, the Malfoy's position is not as stable and prominent as before. Lucius's ability compared to Abracus's is as big as the difference between a dog and a wolf. " Owen put down the newspaper and said to Helena, "Helena, can you pass me that bottle of Worcestershire sauce? Thank you, my dear."
"Yes, Grandpa." Helena grabbed the bottle in front of her and walked around the table to Owen. She put the Worcestershire sauce on the table in front of him, then walked back to her seat and habitually picked up the napkin to wipe her hands. In fact, Helena only needed to turn herself into a translucent state, and her hands would naturally be clean. But for practice, she also developed the habit of wiping her hands with the napkin.
"Good job, Helena. You hold it well." Owen? Harris smeared some Worcestershire sauce on the Welsh rabbit, then put a piece of toast into his mouth and narrowed his eyes in satisfaction.
There was still some time before school started. During these days, Allen and Luna did not go to work at the Ministry of Magic. They were busy with one thing — Helena could touch things, but her expression rarely changed.
Luna tilted her head and looked at Helena in the kitchen who was chatting with Morgan Floyd and the portrait of Helga. "I don't like her expressionless face."
"Let's think of another way?" Allen nodded in agreement. Then he stole a glance at Luna's indifferent face and could not help but think, "Isn't the daughter's appearance just like her mother's?"
Then Allen found that Luna's eyes were focused on him again. He quickly waved his hand and begged for mercy. "She's also like me … I have little expression …"
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