Following that, Nightingale turned to Sagres and added calmly, "Furthermore, I have successfully analysed so of Nicolas Flal's core alchemical manuscripts. I can now independently brew the Elixir of Life."
The atmosphere in the room subtly tightened, and a faint glimr passed through everyone's eyes. Even Lupin unconsciously held his breath.
The Elixir of Life?
Were they really operating at this level?
Sagres nodded slightly. "Very good. I will provide you with the Philosopher's Stone later, but its use must be strictly controlled, and all related information must remain confidential to avoid unnecessary complications. For now, only Thunderbird will be supplied with the Elixir of Life within the organisation."
Everyone nodded in agreent.
Even the usually composed Thunderbird could not help but show a faint smile.
The Elixir of Life, sothing countless people pursued their entire lives without success, was now within reach.
Lupin sat silently, his thoughts churning.
The Philosopher's Stone?
The one belonging to Nicolas Flal?
It seed that Bronze Feather ran far deeper than he had imagined.
At that mont, Sagres spoke again, pulling his attention back.
"Lupin, given your unique identity and abilities, I have a task for you."
"Please tell ."
Sagres's gaze settled on him, his voice calm and steady. "Your past experiences can serve as a bridge for us to connect with another group that is ignored and feared by wizarding society."
"Although you no longer belong to them, you understand them better than anyone. Your task is to act as an observer, to identify those within the werewolf communities who have not been completely consud by darkness and are still worth saving."
Lupin's heart tightened.
He understood. This was his mission.
"I understand," he said, nodding solemnly.
"There is no need to rush," Sagres added calmly. "Such individuals are rare, and you must proceed with great caution, especially regarding a werewolf organisation known as the Blood Moon Alliance. At the sa ti, if possible, gather as much information as you can about them, including their mbers, locations, and patterns of activity."
Lupin agreed seriously.
Sagres then took out a Bronze Feather emblem and placed it in his hand.
The badge felt slightly warm, with a faint red glow flickering across its surface, as if it possessed a life of its own.
After briefly explaining its use, Sagres shifted his gaze to the bespectacled Stork.
"Are there any international developnts recently?"
"There is so news," Stork said calmly, adjusting his glasses. "The Quidditch World Cup will begin in a few months. More importantly, Cornelius Fudge has successfully persuaded several key mbers of the International Confederation of Wizards, along with the Ministers for Magic of Bulgaria and France. They have largely reached an agreent. The three major European wizarding schools will restart the Triwizard Tournant next year, and it will be held at Hogwarts."
This news caused a slight stir.
Kestrel's eyes lit up with excitent. "Hogwarts? That's wonderful! It's going to be so lively!"
Robin, however, analysed calmly, "This ans that in the coming months, the frequency of international Floo Network connections and Portkey usage will increase significantly. The British Ministry of Magic will be under considerable pressure."
"Speaking of which," Snowy Owl said, folding her hands elegantly, her voice soft, "I need to acquire a batch of live Fwoopers recently, preferably adults. Does anyone have a source or any leads? Price is not an issue."
Swift raised an eyebrow. "Fwoopers? Those are rare and quite dangerous. What do you need them for?"
"Business," Snowy Owl replied with a smile, offering no further explanation.
Swift nodded. "The last ti I encountered sothing similar was in an ancient tomb in the Congo forest, where I found traces of related magical creatures. I can help you look into it when I have ti."
Snowy Owl nodded in satisfaction. "Thank you."
The conversation gradually shifted into casual discussion.
Sagres seed to recall sothing and turned his attention to the female mbers present, Nightingale, Snowy Owl, Hummingbird, and Kestrel. He spoke calmly, introducing a temptation.
"Not long ago, I developed a form of magic that can permanently preserve the recipient's appearance at its current state, without relying on potions or any external ans."
The won's gazes instantly focused on him. Even the usually composed Nightingale leaned forward slightly.
"Is that true?" Robin asked first, her voice filled with disbelief and anticipation.
"Of course," Sagres replied.
Snowy Owl appeared more cautious. She frowned slightly as she asked, "Then what is the cost? For example, would we need to regularly consu blood or sothing?"
"..."
Sagres was montarily at a loss for words. He answered calmly, "There is no need to drink blood. However, the recipient will permanently lose the ability to perform any form of human Transfiguration on themselves, including the abilities of a tamorphmagus. Their appearance will be fixed and cannot be altered at will."
The effect of this "cold water" was imdiate.
The won's initial enthusiasm faded at once. They exchanged glances, and clear disappointnt appeared on their faces.
Hummingbird was the first to shake her head. "As a healer, I cannot accept permanently sacrificing any magical potential for youth, no matter how tempting it is."
Snowy Owl sighed softly as well. "Eternal youth is indeed alluring, but if it cos at the cost of losing the freedom to transform… then it is not worth it."
Kestrel slumped back in her chair in frustration. "I'll pass too! If I can't change at all, life would be far too boring!"
Her words imdiately caught Sagres's attention. He looked at her with a hint of surprise. "You are a tamorphmagus?"
This was sothing Kestrel had never ntioned before.
"Uh… no."
Kestrel hesitated, as if realising she had said too much, but in the end, she admitted, "But I am an Animagus."
"Then you are illegal," several mbers remarked almost in unison, their tones carrying a hint of teasing familiarity.
Kestrel nodded helplessly. "So what? I'm usually very careful. I hardly ever use it. Hey! Don't look at with those an eyes!! Boo!"
"So, what is your Animagus form?"
Thunderbird asked, unable to hide his curiosity, his eyes gleaming with interest.
"Well…"
Kestrel imdiately perked up again and shook her head firmly. "I'm not telling you!"
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