Harry Potter: Magic and Guns

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Everything seemed to return to normal. While waiting for the new professor to arrive, the Gryffindor cubs experienced double the torment from Snape.

Though Snape was in a good mood, and his point deductions were slightly more lenient, the punishment still piled on. It wasn't just Potions class that deducted points—Defense Against the Dark Arts did too. The rare occasion when their point total reached double digits was swiftly reduced back to single digits under Snape's ruthless actions. The poor Gryffindors, realizing there was no way to fight back, chose to lie flat and endure.

They couldn't dare defy Snape. His detentions were infamous, associated with unspeakable horrors. The title of Hogwarts' ancient and respected professor was never mentioned, but everyone knew it was well deserved.

According to rumors, Snape seemed to have undergone some sort of change recently. His old methods of punishment no longer seemed to satisfy him. Words like "heavy weights," "squats," and "thin dog" had somehow leaked out.

An unnamed Slytherin student allegedly revealed that Snape had created a new room called the "Fire-Copper Room." From within, they had heard the maddened, beastly cries of rage. It was terrifying, specifically designed for the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

However, this room was actually meant for Lupin.

By the second week of term, Lupin had arrived at Hogwarts, although he had not yet formally started his position. Before his official duties, Snape felt it necessary to ensure the substitute professor passed his "screening." After all, Lupin's current appearance was far from reassuring.

Lupin wasn't shabby. Despite wearing an old robe with patches, he was clean and tidy. But years of struggle had made him look a decade older than his actual age, and his sickly appearance raised concerns about his health.

"You need treatment, Lupin," Snape said coldly upon seeing him, grabbing his arm and forcibly pulling him away.

Lupin tried to resist, but his small frame was no match for Snape. This wasn't just any Snape—this was the Snape of gang-leader caliber. Without his formal robes, Snape revealed a muscular physique that could make any woman weak in the knees. As a Potion Master who often tested his own concoctions, Snape had developed an exceptionally strong build.

This wasn't the result of gym workouts; it was a body hardened by years of brewing and testing potent potions. Although Snape's concoctions were often foul-tasting, their effectiveness was unquestionable—Dumbledore himself would give them a thumbs up. With potions specially formulated for his own needs, Snape had become a walking example of "pay-to-win" in the magical world.

"Lupin, you wouldn't want the students to find out you're a thin dog, would you?"

As Snape slammed the heavy door of the Fire-Copper Room shut, he gave Lupin a smile that gleamed with a cold, eerie light.

"The last perfumed fool who acted like a princess is gone. What will you do when the students find out their next professor looks like he might not make it to see the next sunrise?"

"I'm doing this for your own good," Snape continued with a twisted smile.

"Here."

Snape stepped forward and pulled out a vial of thick, black liquid that bubbled and foamed like something unspeakably foul.

"Drink it!"

He twisted the cap off and practically shoved the vile potion into Lupin's hands.

"Severus..."

Lupin's hair stood on end as he struggled to swallow. He knew Snape had a longstanding feud with James and Sirius, but surely he hadn't done anything to provoke him?

Then again, Snape was the kind of person who would never forget a slight, no matter how small. There was the incident where Snape almost poisoned an entire school with a deadly plague potion, nearly feeding it to Sirius. If it hadn't been for Lily's timely intervention and her powerful punch, Sirius might have never graduated.

'Did I accidentally anger him somehow? Is he settling some score now?'

Lupin's body trembled as a bitter thought formed. Though sickly at the moment, he was no stranger to fighting, having honed his skills while living as a rogue, always wary of danger. He was a werewolf, constantly forced to defend himself from malicious threats.

But now? They were barely a meter apart. Snape could easily grab his arm and snap it in half. The monstrous arm that emanated pure violence was now much thicker than Lupin's leg. The temperature in the room was unbearably hot, and Snape had removed his formal robes, unbuttoning his shirt to reveal his muscular build.

"Drink it, or I'll make you."

Snape didn't give Lupin a chance to refuse. His hand gripped Lupin's shoulder, and even though they were only five or six centimeters apart in height, Lupin was forced to look up at Snape, who appeared like a giant compared to him.

"I gave you a chance, Remus."

Snape's tone softened slightly as he used Lupin's first name.

Lupin looked at the potion in his hands, the bubbling, terrifying liquid, and his body stiffened in dread.

"Of course, it's..." Snape leaned in, his voice menacing. "It's a potion that will transform you!"

"Drink!"

Before Lupin could protest, Snape seized the vial and forced the potion into his mouth. No matter how hard he struggled, Lupin couldn't escape Snape's unrelenting grip.

As the thick, almost muddy liquid flowed into his mouth, and touched his tongue, something terrible happened.

The instant the potion hit his senses, Lupin's eyes rolled back in his head, and a wave of indescribable, terrifying flavor overwhelmed him. It was like nothing he had ever experienced—worse than anything he could imagine. It shattered his mental defenses, sending him into immediate unconsciousness.

But the waves didn't stop there. The overpowering, nauseating taste came in relentless waves, each one more violent than the last, dragging him back from the brink of unconsciousness.

For thirty-two years, Lupin thought he had suffered all the pain the world could offer. But today, he realized that nothing he had endured could compare to the horror of this potion. The suffering he had known seemed trivial in comparison.

The potion felt like a blade slowly carving away at him, like a slow death—an agonizing process where death became a coveted luxury. Only after enduring endless suffering could he finally be released. He was that condemned prisoner.

After a few moments, the frantic struggles of Lupin's limbs ceased. He went limp, his body a puppet in Snape's hands.

As Lupin's body lay slack, his muscles exhausted from the brutal assault on his senses, he could do nothing but surrender to the horrific fate that had been forced upon him.

There's an old saying: Life is like a rape—if you can't fight back, you might as well try to enjoy it. But this wasn't enjoyment; Snape's potion was like a tank weighing down on him. There was no way to escape, no way to survive this.

With veins bulging in his neck, Lupin gritted his teeth, trying to withstand the unbearable agony.

"Your little trick is already exposed," Snape's eyes gleamed as he spoke, though he didn't open his mouth.

"This is a special vial, Remus. Even if it's filled with explosive potions and detonates, the vial won't break."

"This potion is worth three years of your salary, Remus."

"It was personally made by Harry, with ingredients he obtained just for you, and I—Severus Snape, Master Potion Maker with nineteen stars—personally brewed it."

"I won't let you waste even a single drop!"

"Drink! Drink it all!"

Snape shoved the bottle deeper, and Lupin, his eyes bulging, twitched for a moment. After exhausting all his strength, he became a limp, lifeless fish, completely at Snape's mercy.

The thick potion didn't cling to the bottle at all, and after more than a minute of slow pouring, it was entirely consumed, not a drop left.

Satisfied, Snape put the potion bottle away and began stretching his body, cracking his joints.

"This is a special place I've prepared for you," Snape continued, his voice cool. "Although this potion will certainly help you improve, time is of the essence. You can't leave those hungry children waiting, can you?"

Lupin, his face blank, didn't respond. He was in a state almost like a vegetable—he could hear every word, but his brain was too sluggish to process it all.

"Proper exercise will help your body metabolize the toxins and better absorb the potion."

"Remus Lupin! Now is not the time to slack off!"

"Get up, you weak dog! How can you face Harry, who's done so much for you, looking like this?"

Snape, practically holding a whip in his hand, snapped at Lupin to snap him out of his dazed state.

With a swift motion, Snape ignited the firepits in the corners of the room, raising the already sweltering temperature in the room even higher. In no time, Snape was sweating, his hair slicked back into a slicked-back gangster look.

"Move! Move, you weakling! You think you can't handle it?! You haven't even reached your limit! Squat down and get up! What's the matter? Scared of breaking your bones? Three seconds and they'll heal! My potions aren't for nothing!"

"What are you standing there for? Keep going!"

Lupin, his mind barely functioning, couldn't possibly contend with Snape's intense approach. His "rehabilitation" session was now in full swing.

When Harry pushed open the heavy door, the sight before him was something he hadn't expected.

Snape, the so-called rehabilitation trainer, was demonstrating exercises to Lupin. Though Snape didn't work out and relied on potions, Harry was a fitness enthusiast. With a flick of his wand, he could easily conjure simple gym equipment for a quick workout, wherever and whenever.

In between potion lessons with Snape, Harry would regularly do some bench presses, squats, and deadlifts to clear his head, and Snape, while not an expert, had picked up a bit of knowledge.

"What's with this massive weight? No safety measures, and your form is all wrong!"

"Put it down, put it down!"

Seeing Lupin struggling with a heavy barbell, Harry rushed over and quickly relieved him of the weight.

"Professor, what are you doing?"

"I'm helping him with his rehab," Snape replied nonchalantly, sipping a glass of cold lemon juice—a refreshing drink to beat the heat.

"Are you insane? Hand it over!" Harry snatched the glass from Snape's hands. "If you don't want to end up with stomach issues, you shouldn't drink that here."

Snape relaxed a little, realizing Harry was looking out for him.

"Professor, rehab isn't done this way. I told you before, exercise should be gradual. Heavy weights are meant for when you're pushing your limits, not just for regular training."

After setting the barbell aside, Harry helped Lupin, who looked like a limp ragdoll, to his feet. Snape's potion was effective—after a few deep breaths, Lupin visibly perked up. The energy from the potion was like a nuclear plant in his body, fueling his muscles and giving him a warm, powerful surge.

"Nice to meet you, Professor Lupin. I'm Harry Potter," Harry extended his hand, greeting him warmly, though a bit awkwardly.

"Professor Lupin." Lupin managed a weak smile. "Maybe you should just call me Remus, Harry. I didn't expect you to..."

Lupin sized Harry up, and despite the resemblance to Lily's eyes, Harry's build was strange. His face had a mix of James's features, but his body? It was another story.

Snape was already tall and muscular, but Harry had undergone an extreme transformation. At nearly six feet four, weighing close to 200 kilograms, his broad arms were about as thick as his thighs. If you ignored his slightly odd head shape, his body could have been carved from stone, with power radiating off him.

"Too big, right?"

Harry grinned. "It's temporary. I don't like this bulky physique either. I need to slim down a bit."

He turned to Snape. "How about I take over his rehab from here? I've taken the week off anyway, and a few extra days won't hurt. I'll stay with Professor Lupin until he's fully recovered."

Snape gave Lupin a long, hard look, his gaze sending a chill down his spine, before he slowly nodded.

After changing into fresh clothes, Snape left the sweltering fire-copper room.

"We probably have a lot to talk about, Professor Lupin."

"But that can wait. Let's warm up and get your body moving first."

(End of Chapter)