In a magical world without intellectual property protection, the only way to safeguard your creations—spells and potions—is to—keep them secret.
But Tver didn't require his students to keep things secret, and honestly, he couldn't enforce it anyway.
So, the club's achievements quickly spread throughout the castle.
Unlike the club members, who had mastered their spells through long practice and theoretical understanding, other students only knew the incantation was "Riddikulus." However, successfully casting it was beyond their abilities.
Thus, they could only watch as club members—especially the Weasley twins—pretended to cast spells on miniature mannequins.
Everyone's feelings toward the club went from curiosity to envy in an instant!
Fortunately, the twins could only change the dummy's clothes for now—"Honestly, it should be called the Pretend-Play Spell," Ron muttered, scowling.
Fortunately, the start of the new Quidditch season shifted everyone's attention.
It was thanks to these two factors that no one punched George and Fred, who were constantly showing off.
After all, they were members of the school Quidditch team.
On match day, Tver was woken up early by the ruckus echoing through the castle.
He leisurely poured himself a glass of Pumpkin juice, looking out at the storm raging outside the window, with the enthusiastic stands faintly visible.
This time, he had no intention of joining the chaos.
With such heavy rain, unless he had a waterproof membrane around him, even he would get soaked.
Besides, he'd barely slept the night before.
The club's greatest achievement was actually in his hands, so his primary goal now was to study soul-transfiguration.
He was certain that the magic in the Chamber of Secrets was shaped by metamorphosis, but the problem was—he couldn't undo it!
If it were regular metamorphosis, even if Dumbledore himself had cast it, Tver was confident he could reverse it.
But soul metamorphosis required deeper research before he could even attempt to undo Salazar's soul imprint.
Still, today had another important research task.
Tver downed the last of his Pumpkin juice in one gulp, then stretched out his hands, letting the empty cup float back down to the desk and stand upright.
He allowed the buttons on his pajamas to unfasten one by one, falling away from him in an orderly manner.
At the same time, the wardrobe doors slammed open, and a full set of British-style casual wear flew out, quickly enveloping him.
Lifting his foot, extending his arm...
After a few quick motions, Tver smoothed out the last wrinkle in his clothes, gave a wave to his outer robe, and turned to leave the office.
Once the last echoes of the castle's noise faded, only the sound of wind and rain remained, along with the distant whistle signaling the start of the match.
He didn't walk far. At the corner of the third-floor corridor, he came upon another room.
Or rather, another Defence Against the Dark Arts professor's office.
"Knock knock."
With a slow, dragging sound, the door creaked open, revealing Lupin's pale face, which bore dark circles even deeper than Tver's.
His body, which had become a bit plump during his time at Hogwarts, had now become gaunt again, with his worn robes hanging loosely.
It seemed that even with the Wolfsbane Potion, the werewolf transformation had left him with significant aftereffects.
"My apologies," Lupin said weakly, stumbling slightly as he stepped aside. "My current condition makes it difficult to maintain my energy."
Last night had been a full moon, and after enduring such a grueling night, his voice was barely audible.
"I should've come over. Maybe I could have helped you. Besides, I've never seen a werewolf in full transformation before."
Tver slipped inside. Such topics weren't meant to be loudly discussed.
"I can't shake the feeling your motives aren't entirely pure..." Lupin's face spoke volumes of unspoken thoughts.
"Sit down. Help yourself to tea if you like."
"No thanks. I specially prepared some spiked Pumpkin juice for you."
Tver held up the bottle, its contents swaying inside.
As he spoke, the two cups on Lupin's desk floated over and obediently filled with pumpkin juice.
One cup drifted toward Lupin, while the other, of course, was reserved for himself.
"It's good for you. I'm much better at this than you'd think."
Skeptical, Lupin took a sip. He wasn't particularly fond of such drinks.
Yet, the sweet, rich pumpkin juice spread warmth through his body, immediately wiping away his accumulated fatigue.
Even more interesting, it seemed to have a stimulating effect.
His once-drowsy mind felt much sharper.
"I didn't know what the aftereffects in a werewolf would be, so I added every compatible enhancement potion. Thoughts?"
Lupin chuckled softly as he glanced at the remaining Pumpkin juice in his cup.
"Not bad. If only it didn't make me so alert—right now, all I want to do is sleep."
"...Alright, I'll make a note of it."
Tver pretended to jot something down in the air before pushing up his imaginary glasses.
"But you can't sleep just yet. I still need Mr. Lupin to answer a few serious questions."
"First: what's the difference between drinking the Wolfsbane Potion and not drinking it when you're in wolf form?"
Lupin took another sip of Pumpkin juice, then paused to think. "The biggest difference, of course, is retaining your sanity. But I've noticed something—even when I manage to keep my sanity, I still have this overwhelming craving for raw meat."
"Oh? How intense is this craving? Are you starving, desperately needing to eat? Or is it more like when you see your favorite delicious cupcake?"
"The latter, because I can easily suppress that feeling."
"You're amazing. I can't suppress it at all," Tver said, genuinely impressed.
"But this is likely an imperfect aspect of the Wolfsbane Potion, and it's also why the potion hasn't become more widespread."
"The version you drank was probably Snape's modified formula."
That made Snape's improved potion recipe even more important.
But there was no rush. Maybe Snape would come up with an even better version in the future.
Tver had a lot of faith in Snape in this regard—otherwise, he wouldn't have kept that petrified photograph of Snape all this time.
Tver: (≖ᴗ≖)✧
Lupin nodded gratefully.
"I must admit, he really is exceptional in this area."
"Now, for the next question: Did the bracelet work? And what effect did it have?"
Lupin's face immediately froze, and the memory of last night's agony made his mouth twitch involuntarily.
If he hadn't been outmatched, he would have wanted to confront Tver right then and there.
"It worked extremely well!" He put extra emphasis on the words "extremely well," giving Tver a bad feeling.