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The werewolf is an amazing creature.

Lupin managed to survive, even though he received a severe head injury. It was quite simple to understand - I checked the activity of magic objects in the area as soon as I left the subway. Whether this is a coincidence or some kind of providence, but once I understood it, I decided to play this card differently.

Quickly reaching the place of the failed tragedy, where an unconscious Lupin was lying on a stone-laid path in the middle of the park with a tangential head wound, I immediately renewed the muggle-repellent charms and ran up to the bleeding werewolf, took out a second wand.

"Vulnera Sanentur..."

The blood quickly returned to the body, but the wound did not close — this is not how it works. Throwing a stasis on the werewolf, I suspended him in the air, using a Locomotor, and went to the headquarters of the Order. It wasn't a long walk, but five minutes was enough time for me to think about all sorts of things.

In essence, my attack with the help of harmless paralyzing spells, the targeting of which was carried out almost with the help of household magic, was supposed to show the smart members of the order that standard thinking and readiness for standard threats is not a guarantee of survival in future collisions. No, seriously! Spells for mapping the area are simple to perform, well-known, but somewhat difficult to use, and useless in the magical world due to the saturation of its spaces with magic. A group of spells that leave mental or other markings on objects is seventh-year material if you're focusing on Herbology and Animal Care. Herbologists use such marks to track the condition of their plants in their greenhouses, and breeders use them to distinguish identical individuals. Again, in magically saturated places, the link between the wizard and the mark will quickly become clogged with background magic as the distance increases. Echo is a spell from the Grimoire, but there are also analogs in ordinary wand magic because wizards have long been using similar developments for those who have lost their sight.

In general, they should get the idea that spells can be used in many different ways and in the most unexpected combinations. Take the same dark magic. Often, dark magic spells and rituals serve only one purpose - to cause harm, but among other things, they are also dangerous to the wizard himself or have a strong influence on him. However, even a quick glance through modern manuscripts reveals that Imperio can easily stop a madman from committing suicide. At the same time, Cruciatus, acting among other things on the nervous system, is able to start the heart with a short-term impulse. Well, if you don't know any other spells created for such things.

Under reflections, such as: "Shouldn't I have somehow behaved softer, rocking the Fawkes boat, which is overwhelmed with a sense of its own greatness and importance?" I got to the headquarters of the Order and knocked on the door. They did not open it to me right away.

"Who is there?" Sirius's indignant face appeared. It was he who opened the door for a simple reason - only initiates can come here at all. Fidelius, it seems.

"Someone shot your friend. Let me in already," I waved Black away, brashly walking inside and levitating Lupin behind me.

"Merlin's underpants..." fussed Black. "Who? How?"

"I have no idea. Don't fuss. He's just injured, unconscious, and under stasis. Where do you want me to carry him?"

"Ah... Follow me..."

In his black suit, Sirius almost ran down the corridors to one of the first-floor rooms. There were already multiple sounds of rapid footsteps coming from above, but as I realized, there were only a handful of adult wizards here.

"What is there?" a fussy and disheveled Potter ran down the stairs.

"Not now, Harry," Sirius looked at the guy sternly, but he just scowled.

"I want to know!"

"Later..."

We went into the room, and Sirius closed the door in front of Potter's nose and waved his wand around a couple of times. I looked around — a living room, but clearly, no one has moved in here. It's just ready for this settlement. After carrying Lupin to the bed, I turned to a worried but focused Sirius.

"Do you have someone with experience in healing? He was shot with an ordinary firearm."

"Why do you think so?"

"Don't you smell gunpowder? Obviously, the shot was fired at close range."

Sirius moved closer to Lupin and sniffed the air with his nose. Strangely enough, smells penetrated through the Stasis spell.

"Indeed... And how did an ordinary Muggle do that?"

"You're asking me?" I didn't even have to play surprise because I really didn't know how exactly it happened. So, in general terms. "I found him, healed him a little, threw him into stasis, and brought him here. I can cure, but the result is not guaranteed. Healing is not something that you can really learn only from books."

"That's right..."