Hogwarts Blood Wizard

　　 Five hundred Jin Jialong?

　　 The shaggy wizard's eyebrows furrowed, anger flashed in his eyes, but he still said in a deep voice.

　　 "I don't have that much.. But I can work for you to pay."

　　 "No, I don't need manpower here...especially I don't need a werewolf! How much money do you have, I think about how you can cure it..." Dougter was very impatient.

After being exposed, the wizard's figure trembled, but there was no overreaction. He touched his tattered robe with his right hand and searched it. The search was very serious. In the end, he found only more than 50 Jin Jialongs. There are some silver sike and copper nat.

After thinking for a while, the wizard was ready to take back some more, but Dougt took all Jin Jialong with him, Yinxi Ke and Tong Nath did not move, and mumbled "Poor ghost werewolf... "After that, the wand was pulled out to prepare for treatment.

　　Dougt was muttering something in his mouth, the wand was placed on the pitted left hand of the wizard, and then the thick black energy was gradually drawn out and poured into the grass on the right under the guidance of the wand in Dougt's hand.

　　 The weeds that touched the black air withered, and Ivan was secretly surprised to see what kind of black magic could cause such an effect.

　　 "Okay, let's go." The treatment lasted only more than a minute, and Dougt stopped.

　　 The black air on the wizard's left hand has faded a lot, but it has not been completely eliminated, and the ordinary trauma Dougt has not taken care of it.

　　 This is the way to treat more than fifty Jin Jialong,

　　It's fine to cure it until you can't die...

　　 Anyway, the werewolf's recovery speed is very fast, the next time the full moon night, these injuries and residual black energy will naturally be eliminated...

　　 has long been used to being treated this way, the werewolf wizard didn't react much but just turned and left dumbly.

　　 "The fresh white juice can heal injuries, and the roots of wormwood ground into powder should have a certain effect on the injuries caused by black magic." Ivan suddenly reminded after the werewolf wizard left.

　　 The werewolf wizard had a pause, then looked back at him with a slightly surprised look, then nodded, whispered as if to say something, turned and left...

　　 "I didn't expect you to know a little knowledge about potions?" Dougt asked unexpectedly.

　　 "It's not the first day that Hogwarts has a potions class." Ivan shrugged.

"I was also at Hogwarts back then, and I wouldn't teach these things in the first grade." Dougter looked appreciative, and he reached out his hand and wanted to stroke Ivan's hair, but this time he was still hidden. past.

　　 "By the way, Dean Dougert, you don't want to see the werewolf?" Ivan asked aloud.

"There are no wizards to see them. Even in Knockdown Alley, few people are willing to recruit werewolves to work. They are just a group of troublesomes. They get out of control on the night of the full moon and are usually not very stable." Dougt watched. He gave an explanation with a glance.

　　 "Isn't there a wolf poison potion?" Ivan asked in a puzzled way.

　　 "Lemon Potion? What is that?" Dougt asked strangely.

　　 Ivan suddenly shut up, he suddenly remembered that the wolf poison potion might not have been developed by Marcus and his uncle. No wonder the werewolves were so miserable.

　　 But even if it is developed, most werewolves may not be able to afford it...

　　Dougt looked at Ivan suspiciously for a while, took out the key, opened the door of the mansion, and walked in.

　　 Ivan followed Doug into this somewhat run-down mansion.

Everything inside looks a little messy. There are a lot of empty wine bottles on the mahogany table in the hall, the floor is stained with some yellow, yellow, green and green stains, and the flying broomstick hanging on the wall is full of dust. I don’t know how long it has not been. Used it.

　　 Although Ivan knew that this was a work place transformed from a part of the mansion, he never expected it to be like this.

　　 Is this really a hospital? You just let the patient stay here?

　　 Ivan gave Dougt a weird look.

　　Dougte patted his head. It must have been too much alcohol yesterday. He originally planned to clean it up when he got up in the morning, but he forgot it for a while. Fortunately, it wasn't Esiah that came with him.

　　 But when he usually stays alone, he obviously doesn’t think it’s too dirty, it’s okay...

　　Dougt muttered to himself, while waving his wand.

　　 "Clean up!"

The magical ripples gradually spread to the surroundings, the crumbled empty wine bottles were automatically collected in the corners, the tables and chairs were moved to where they should be, and the dust was swept away in a short time. ...

　　 In just a few minutes, this mansion was cleaned up to live in...

　　 Only then did Ivan notice that there were many big photos hanging on the walls around the mansion.

　　 is a young and handsome wizard with thick brown hair, holding a trophy in his hand, or taking photos with others, with a hearty smile on his face...

　　 "Who is that? Your brother, or a child?" Ivan stared left and right.

　　 "That's me!" Dougt glared at Ivan, he couldn't recognize him?

　　 Ivan carefully looked at Dougt, especially the thinning hair and beer belly, comparing the young and handsome appearance in the photo.

　　 He really can't tell...

　　 But think about it, who was never handsome before...

　　Dougert didn't let Ivan stay in the hall but took him to a closed room.

It was empty here, only a big box was placed in the corner. Ivan walked a few steps and found that the surface of the box was burned with a large number of unknown magic texts, and he had a big booth in the wand and when he passed through the barriers. What you see on it is different.

　　 Other than that, it’s hard to imagine that a terrifying dementor can be trapped with just a large box.

　　 Ivan pretended to accidentally touch it lightly,

　　[Magic Item: Save Box

　　Magic: Medium

　　 Description: This is a special box that has the ability to isolate magic power after some ancient magic texts have been burned. 】

　　 "Don't touch it, I bought this box from the Wizard Market with a 30% discount. The seal may not be tight." Dougt came forward and slapped his hand, and said solemnly.

　　 "I don't know why Aysia would agree with you to use a dementor to practice calling the gods, but I want to remind you that this is a terrifying-looking creature..."

　　 Ivan nodded, he knew when he was reading in his previous life, and of course he knew the danger of dementors.

"How are you going to practice? Do you need me to demonstrate it?" Dougt was not pouring wine into his mouth, looking at Ivan with some worry. He would not be in danger of life by his side, but if I made a heart-wounding Aisia I'll blame him.

　　 "No need, just come on..." Ivan thought for a while, but refused.

　　 What he needs is pressure, the bigger the better...

　　 If something really happened anyway, Dougt would take care of it in time.

(PS: I found a lot of information about the potion of wolf poison. The original book didn't seem to mention the specific time of the invention, only that it was invented recently, so it was set when Harry was in the second grade, um... This book shall prevail.)

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