Hogwarts Blood Wizard

Five hundred Jin Jialong?

The scruffy wizard's brows frowned, anger flashed in his eyes, but he 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..." Dougt 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 Jialong. There are some silver sike and copper nat.

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

Dougt was muttering a spell, the wand was placed on the pitted left hand of the wizard, and then the strong black air was gradually drawn out, and it 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 at what kind of black magic could cause such an effect.

"Okay, get out of here." The treatment lasted just over 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 managed.

This is the treatment method of more than fifty Jin Jialong,

It's enough to cure it...

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...

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

"Baixian juice can heal injuries. Grinding the wormwood roots 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 paused, looked back at him with a slightly surprised look, then nodded, whispered as if to say something, turned and left...

"Unexpectedly, you still know a little knowledge about potions?" Dougt asked unexpectedly.

"It's not the first day of the potions class at Hogwarts." Ivan shrugged.

"I was also at Hogwarts back then, and I wouldn't teach this in the first grade." Dougt looked appreciative, and he reached out his hand 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 a group of troublesome. They will get out of control on the night of the full moon, and they are usually not very stable." He gave an explanation with a glance.

"Isn't there a wolf poison potion?" Ivan asked puzzledly.

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

Ivan suddenly shut up, and 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...

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 seemed a little messy. There were a lot of empty wine bottles on the mahogany table in the hall. The floor was stained with some yellow, green and green stains. The flying broomsticks hung on the wall were full of dust. I don’t know how long it has been since. 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.

Doug patted his head. It must have been too much wine yesterday. He planned to clean it up when he got up in the morning, but he forgot it for a while. Fortunately, it wasn't Esiah.

However, when he usually stays alone, he obviously doesn't think it is too dirty, he can pass...

Dougt muttered to himself, waving his wand.

"Clean up!"

The magical ripples gradually spread to the surroundings, and 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, the mansion was cleaned up to a living-like appearance...

At this time, Ivan noticed that there were many big photos hanging on the walls around the mansion.

Above is a young and handsome wizard with thick brown hair, holding a trophy in his hand, or taking a photo with someone, 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, but he couldn't recognize it?

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...

Douglet did not let Ivan stay in the hall more, but took him to a closed room.

It was empty here, with only a big box 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 went through the barrier. What you see on it is different.

In addition, it is hard to imagine that a terrifying dementor can be trapped with just a large box.

Ivan pretended to accidentally touch it slightly,

[Magic props: save box

Magic: Medium

Explanation: This is a special box that has the ability to isolate magic power after burning some ancient magic texts.

"Don't touch it indiscriminately. I bought this box from the Wizard Market with a 30% discount. It may not be sealed tightly." 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 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 alcohol into his mouth, looking at Ivan with some worry. His life would not be in danger if he was there, but if I made a heart-wounding Aisia I will blame him.

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

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

If something really happened anyway, Dougt would deal with 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.)