The Grey Wizard of Hogwarts

With a flick of the wand, the curtains in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows automatically moved left and right.

Moonlight poured into the house.

Lupin opened his eyes wide and looked at the full moon outside the window in horror, "Don't do this, don't do this, no!"

The old wizard chuckled, "Relax."

After a while, Lupin's body was covered with thick wolf fur, and his head seemed to contain a lively rabbit, constantly bumping from side to side.

In the end, it turned into a huge wolf head.

Lupin, who was half-dangling in mid-air, became huge, supporting the ground with his feet, struggling to make the chains rattle.

"What a perfect magical Animagus." The old wizard marveled as if looking at a work of art.

"Did you know?" He turned his head to look at Anton like a madman, his eyes were full of bloodshots, and his eyes were so excited that they protruded, "They don't understand, this is the perfect magic Animagus, The only magical creature in the world that humans can transform into, a terrifying war machine that can be easily replicated."

"Fractured!" The light of the spell flickered.

The light blew on Lupin's body, and several wolf feathers flew, and the exposed skin was just a little scratch.

"Look, look."

The old wizard tutted, "How perfect."

"Praise the ancient wizards." He laughed, "praise their great creation, created the only magical creature in the world, Animagus."

"Praise Democris Belby, he invented the wolf poison potion, which made up for the irrational shortcomings of the werewolf."

"Praise Alex Fiennes, I will improve this magic so that people can become a werewolf anytime, anywhere."

In the roar of the werewolf, the old wizard shouted like crazy.

He waved his wand and pointed at Anton, "Drink up that pot of 'Wizard's Eye' potion."

Anton was silent for a moment, and finally picked up the crucible and suffocated.

A burst of icy cold washed over his brain, and suddenly, he blinked suspiciously.

He found that he had an extra eye!

In the field of vision, the old wizard became a bright human-shaped block, and the gray-brown was mixed with traces of dark green. Those dark-green filaments seemed to be cracked. As long as you look closely, you can roughly distinguish three peculiar ones. pattern.

It looks exactly like the rune in the pattern on his wrist!

Bowing his head, under the seemingly uneven wooden floor, the peculiar pattern of gray-brown blocks and dark green silk threads shone with the light of a magic circle.

Raising his head, Lupin's body filled with countless light blue lines, which were turbulent and twisted like the tides of the sea.

This feeling is extremely strange.

And every time he observes a little more, his head seems to be cracked as if he can't bear the information.

The discomfort made him feel nauseous and retched for a while.

"Haha~" The old wizard let out a hysterical laugh, "The potion I developed is amazing, right!"

"Quick, cast the soul-moving spell on this werewolf."

The old wizard excitedly handed the old wand to Anton, the eagerness in his eyes burning him.

Anton just looked at him calmly, "Teacher, since this potion is so amazing, why don't you drink it yourself?"

When the old wizard asked a question when he was anxious, he would either be blown away by a curse, or the old wizard would quickly answer his own question without thinking. This is the experience summed up by Anton.

He bet that the old wizard was begging himself now and would not dare to kill himself.

"The magic potion of wizard eyes requires strong physical fitness, and my body is weak enough to barely maintain balance." The old wizard looked at Anton anxiously, "My body can no longer bear even a drop of magic potion. ."

"Quick, my precious apprentice, cast the soul-moving spell on this werewolf, and let us enter the final step of this great experiment."

"Really?" An Dong smiled lightly.

He waved his wand and pointed at Lupin, "Out of Body!"

The curse light flickered.

An invisible force links him and the werewolf.

"That's right, that's it." The old wizard anxiously picked up a document on which a strange pattern was drawn with dark green potion.

"Quick, close your eyes, use your 'wizard eyes' to look into the body, and tell me, what are these missing lines?"

Under the dual effects of the soul-moving spell and the potion, Anton only felt that the whole world was shaking frantically.

A feeling of extreme panic scratched at him, and there were lines of frantic movement everywhere, blinding him to the point of vomiting.

Perhaps it was the experience of Cruciatus many times that made him gradually support it.

He stared closely at the surging picture in the body, and finally saw that the dark green cracks seemed to be lines, doing strange relaxation and closure with the surging of the whole.

Magical and wonderful pattern.

Finally, as if the taut rubber band was supported to the end, he was pulled back by a huge force.

Breathing, breathing hard, as if suffocating for a long time.

Or, indeed, for a long time, he stared blankly at the sunlight outside the window and Lupin, who had recovered his human form.

It was already noon, but he only felt that a few minutes had passed!

"Quick!" The old wizard anxiously put a piece of parchment in front of him, "While you still remember it, help me fill in the pattern!"

This parchment has apparently been recorded many times, with different ink colors in several places.

Anton pursed his lips, took the quill and added it carefully.

"Haha, perfect, perfect!" The old wizard was amazed at the connected brushstrokes, and then frowned at one of them, "No, why is it connected here? What does it mean?"

Because this was a deliberately wrong drawing by me! Anton smiled and stared at the old wizard's demeanor.

This kind of specious line must be very nerve-racking, must you think hard?

After two months of observation, he knew this dark wizard too well.

He is a lunatic who does magic research by unscrupulous means. When he encounters a problem that is hard to figure out, he can even stand there for a whole day.

And at such a moment.

Anton quietly picked up the cauldron behind him. This was the place he put it just after drinking the potion. The purpose was to keep the old wizard from noticing.

because,

There is still a small mouthful of medicine left in it.

"No, no." The old wizard was still muttering over there~www.NovelMTL.com~ Suddenly, a trace of coldness poured into his mouth, "Guru."

He widened his eyes and looked at the cauldron in Anton's hand in disbelief, "What did you drink for me?"

Anton smiled slightly, his other hand had long been stretched into the air, and he grabbed his wand and pulled it down.

He rolled on the ground and came to the iron frame of the werewolf.

"No! No!" Dark green cracks appeared on the old wizard's body, "No!"

The crack was getting bigger and bigger, and there was a light pattern path extending straight up from under the collar, dividing his head in two.

And this is not dead yet.

"You actually gave me a potion! You **** idiot! Ah~"

He let out a shrill roar, louder than the tortured Anton, "Give me back my wand!"

The old wizard waved his fingers vigorously.

A spell of light shot past.

Depend on!

Wandless Casting!

The speed is extremely fast, and it is impossible to avoid it!

Anton stumbled and fell to the ground, but his eyes lit up, "Crucifix?"

And is the Cruciatus much weaker than usual?

He is too used to this thing. He has been firing twice every three days in the past two months. This body should not be too familiar with the taste of the Cruciatus.

He gritted his teeth and got up, shoving the old wizard's wand into Lupin's hand.

"It's your turn, come on, Lupin!"

Lupin was stunned to see this situation, and shook his wand gently, all the chains on his body fell off.

He waved his wand again, flying the Cruciatus shot by the old wizard.

With a smile, he turned to look at An Dong who was sitting on the ground, "How do you know my name?"