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Dear Remus,

I hope you are well. You were my favorite teacher at Hogwarts even before I found out you knew my parents. I’m sorry I haven’t written since you left Hogwarts, but now I have a lot of time on my hands.

I have been writing to Padfoot as well. Hopefully you can help the old dog to get a better diet. If I decipher correctly what he’s been writing back, he’s become a connoisseur of fine rodents.

I have had a chance to see more of the world. For example, I got a chance to see my first lethifold. Thankfully the Patronus Charm you taught me is useful in driving them back. Did you know that lethifold skin can be used in several expensive potions? It’s a good thing I had a big, strong box with me when I discovered an entire cave full of the creatures.

I discovered something rather fascinating in Central Africa. They have every sort of magical creature there, but they have no werewolves. None at all. Never have. I asked around about it to a few people I met. One of them showed me this rather odd seed pod (see enclosed) which, in Swahili, is known as Wolf’s Release.

Perhaps it has some properties that might be useful to you. See if you can find a non-greasy-haired Potions Master to examine it for you. I hope it might be helpful. I cooked one up in a lethifold and batwing stew and it was quite tasty. I don’t think you have to worry about it poisoning you, but it does have a pungent, pepper-like flavor.

On another note, I finally saw a waterfall. I don’t know the name of the place, but it was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. The water had to fall at least fifty meters. There were no tourists nearby, as it is quite remote, but I stumbled across it on one of my hikes looking for potions ingredients.

I have already become very successful as a potions ingredient supplier. I have a flock of twenty-two goats (which, thankfully, seem to enjoy Devil’s Snare over any other food source), three bridal contracts, and a heap of useless ingots of gold, silver, and a box and a half of uncut diamonds. You can have all the gold in the world, but there’s nothing to spend it on in the jungle. Perhaps the Gringotts goblins would find this stuff interesting.

Do you think I should start marketing my wares outside of the place where I currently am collecting? I know Fred and George Weasley were talking about setting up a mail order catalog to sell their pranks. It could work.

One more thing…oh no, I have to end the letter. That blasted nundu is back.

Hope you are well,

Harry

P.S. I read in one of my books that it takes a hundred wizards to subdue a nundu. Any idea how they do that? It’s the fourth time this week the nundu has tried to get into the spider house I set up. Any ideas would be appreciated. Nundu breath and dung would sell quite well if I could get a steady supply.

P.P.S. Let me know if you find out anything about Wolf’s Release…or if you need any lethifold skin. I think I’ll sell it for a galleon an ounce. Bye!

The Horror! The Horror!, Chapter 1