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When creating a final graphic drawing of the ritual, if it is necessary, it is important to consider a significant factor - an order of activation of different elements of the drawing for the construction of the correct final magical influence. This can be achieved in different ways, but the essence of all is the same - to slow down, accelerate or stop a flow of magic in the drawing until certain conditions are met. Somewhere to accumulate, somewhere to dump the accumulated, somewhere - to redirect. This is achieved by the thickness of the lines or other elements, special runes or individual numbers or figures, the distance between the lines, their bends, bending angle, and other methods. Simply put, absolutely every squiggle, bend, or ratio of sizes and proportions matters.

As for the final effect itself, my body must disintegrate into atoms, my soul captured by the Trapper. The resulting mixture will dissolve the Soul Catcher and absorb the soul. For the process of recreating a body, magic is not enough - a sacrifice is needed. And according to the calculations, one must sacrifice a trophy that unequivocally represented death - symbolism, as it follows from the calculations, also plays a role. I was not stingy and decided to use the remains of the basilisk's carcass and heart as a trophy. What could be more deadly!

The day before the full moon, I began to feel weak and ill, and the question of whether I had lycanthropy disappeared on its own. I was in the same condition as Lupin, but at least I could hide my lethargy and pallor behind the hemomancy enhancement, but our Hogwarts werewolf looked really bad if you know what to look for.

It took another day to check and recalculate all the developments, and after class, the evening before the night of the full moon, I could go about my dark business. I was in a really shitty state as if I had a major illness. Why "as if"? The way it is.

I checked to make sure I had everything I needed, put on some warm clothes, and went out of the room into the common room. The noise of those rabid teenagers gave me a headache.

"Max," a worried Hermione came up to me. "Are you sure you don't need help? Maybe the hospital wing?"

"No, Mione. Madam Pomfrey won't help here."

"Won't help... Max!" I don't know how women do it, but she whispered, almost screaming. She wanted to say something else, but when she saw another burst of laughter make me cringe, she pulled me out of the common room. It wasn't until we were in the hallway and the portrait was slammed shut that Hermione conjured up the silencing charms around us.

"Max! You have the same condition as Professor Lupine..."

I had nothing to say, and I'm not going to lie.

"Don't tell me... Oh, Merlin!" the girl threw up her hands. "But he's drinking the potion, I know for a fact! Professor Snape makes it for him!"

I only grinned.

"Do I look that bad?"

"You look like a corpse! Skin whiter than snow, bruises under your eyes, both eyes twitching. Look..."

She grabbed my hand and lifted it to chest level. Shaking.

"Tremors of the limbs. I might not have given it much thought, but we were talking about lycanthropy the other day."

"I don't even know if it's a good thing you're so smart or a bad thing."

"We need to do something urgently... Professor Snape!"

"No."

I was surprised at the severity in my voice myself.

"No, Hermione. I've been preparing for this day."

"Preparing? What..." Hermione was silent and frozen for a few moments. "Soul Catcher, necromancy, vitamisterium... Have you read the work of Ecrisdis? I can see it in your eyes."

"And have you read it?"

"Of course! It's on my side!"

Hermione took a deep breath, closed her eyes...

"Maximilian Knight!" the girl poked me accusingly in the chest with her finger. "You!"

She poked again. She looks dangerous. A couple of unruly strands had broken out of the incomprehensible hairstyle on the back of her head. Yes, indeed - she will grow beautiful.

"You're the most..." her voice got a little quieter. "The craziest Gryffindor among all Gryffindors! I just don't have the proper words to describe the depth of your..."

"Madness?"

"Dementia! You think you can get rid of lycanthropy by being reborn? That's..."

"It's magic, Hermione. I don't see any other way."