Sukabule~

In the dream, I indulged in lust and pleasure, and I didn't realize it was already past midnight.

The night was dim and the lights were rippled.

At this point, I am happy and don’t miss Shu anymore, it feels so good.

Then play music, then dance.

Su Hey~Su Hey~~Su Hey~~~

The bonfire was burning, sending sparks flying into the vast sky. Dumbledore held his sister Ariana in one arm and his sister's husband in the other. Surrounded by Ariana's naughty great-grandchildren, the music was rippling in a cheerful rhythm.

In the music, dancing and laughing.

Suddenly, he leaned back suddenly, still feeling a chill pouring from his head to his buttocks.

Ariana looked at him quizzically.

Dumbledore smiled bitterly and said, "Aberforth is angry."

…

"he~tui!"

Anton and Fiennes watched Dumbledore's brother Aberforth carrying a bucket of well water and throwing it at the stone statue, watching him spit on the ground, and watching him walk out cursing...

…

The two looked at each other.

Fiennes shrugged, "At least he only splashed well water."

Anton agreed deeply and nodded vigorously, "This is too dangerous. How about we move this stone statue to Aberforth's tavern? It's not far anyway."

Ga ga ga~

The two of them laughed. Of course, it was just a joke. After all, an old man can be a bit petty sometimes.

This spacious courtyard is surrounded by four small buildings. There are three-story shops in the front and three villas in the back.

To the right of the shop is the villa of the Rozier family, opposite is the villa of the Lupin family, and the one on the left is the villa that each of them put together a little money to buy for Anton.

It is said that even the old wizard contributed some money.

It's strange that he is rich! After all, the old wizard's suitcase filled with all important documents and potion materials was taken away by Anton, and later he asked Dumbledore to use his inheritance stored in Gringotts to compensate for the past

People who have been hurt.

Then, the old wizard was able to come up with a sum of money.

You know, although this place belongs to the United Kingdom, no one will come to them to collect any taxes on the house. In contrast, as one of the few pure wizard villages in the wizarding world, the housing prices here are so high that the Ron family can hardly imagine it.

There is a huge tree in this yard, and there is a childlike-looking tree house on the tree, which is the home of Pedro the Elf.

As for the old wizard, his home is underground, an exquisite stone coffin under the roots of a tree.

But now that he has a body, he no longer wants to live underground. It is said that he also plans to buy a hut in Hogsmeade to live in.

Anton stayed at home for a lunch, and Ilsa and Nagini cooked and cooked together, which looked very similar.

Anna did not have a leisurely life after taking leave. The strict Mr. Rozier prepared a series of family secret spells for Anna to practice.

While eating, he looked at Anton miserably with tearful eyes, looking particularly pitiful.

What could Anton do? He spread his hands helplessly.

Lupine is not at home. Due to the overwhelming news today, he needs to go to the Werewolf Home Furnishing Company to appease the werewolves who suddenly gained hope.

The cost of removing human body deformation potions is too high, and these werewolves who were originally at the bottom of society cannot afford it.

Under the advice of the experienced Mr. Rozier, he planned to try to submit a proposal to the International Federation of Wizards to see if a werewolf treatment subsidy could be provided.

If there is, maybe the hut can take the opportunity to make a fortune, bah, I'm wrong, maybe the werewolf can be saved.

In other words, this requires the werewolves to show off, not only to give the Ministry of Magic of various countries some motivation to help solve the problem, but also to not annoy them just right.

This is a difficult technical job.

Mr. Rozier is only good at talking and has a good eye. Don't count on this ability.

Lupine could only find a way on his own.

So Lupine may need to go to Malfoy Manor, and Lucius should be very good at controlling this aspect.

Not only that, he also needs to complete some tasks assigned by Dumbledore, and also needs to go to school to teach students, which is almost continuous every day.

In the afternoon, Fiennes took Anton back to school again.

At this critical moment, Fiennes did not dare to let Anton stay outside the school for too long. People like him, who have been wandering on the fringes of the dangerous wizarding world all year round, understand the principle of "gou" best.

"You little bastard, come to my office and help me."

"don't want."

"Oh, it would be great if you published a book. Your knowledge is not based on the results of my lifelong research. I am your teacher."

"Haha~" Anton glanced at him, "A teacher who is good at using the Cruciatus Curse?"

"Quack quack..."

The old wizard put his arm around Anton's shoulders and said, "I'll show you something interesting. I guarantee you'll be interested."

"real?"

"Of course, I have lied to you before."

Anton squinted at the old wizard and curled his lips, "Okay, okay, let's go."

Muggle-born wizards always have the illusion that Potions is the most 'scientific' and the most 'serious' of all witchcraft.

But if you really understand this subject in depth, you will find...

This is the weirdest subject among wizards.

Needless to say, the ancient wizards used magic potions. In modern times, the image of witches boiling potions in a cauldron once became synonymous with "evil" in the Muggle world.

In the modern magic system, it has a nice name, potions, but it sounds a little bit 'serious'.

After all, after being packaged as "potions" and many ancient potions being swept into the dark arts category, it looks a bit like a Muggle laboratory.

But in the case of the old wizard, half of his potion science was learned from goblins, and the other half was learned from various folk remedies left over from ancient times and books obtained from various random channels. That stuff really exposed the nature of potion science.

——They are the devils who play with life!

This chapter is not finished yet, please click the next page to continue reading the exciting content! There is nothing special about the old wizard’s office. It is just like Professor Snape’s office, with bright floor-to-ceiling bay windows and shelves filled with books and information.

, notes, potion materials, experimental equipment, and a desk and an experimental bench.

The sun was shining, the breeze was floating, and the air was filled with a faint fishy-sweet aroma of highly toxic materials.

Inexplicably, there is still a little bit of elegance.

Then, the old wizard pushed aside the shelf, revealing a lounge inside.

Oops~

A very large crucible, or a bathtub.

No, it should be the bathtub.

The bathtub covering an area of ​​4 square meters was filled with colorful potions and liquids. From time to time, strange dark green bubbles floated up from the bottom, expanded, and floated greasyly on the surface of the water.

Of course this is not the most important thing.

Above the bathing pool, an 'Acromantula' pulled the spider silk down from the ceiling and stuck in mid-air.

His head was pressed against the ceiling, and his huge belly was soaked in the bathtub.

This has obviously exceeded the size of the average Acromantula. Looking at the spider's legs and body that are so bloated that they are swollen and cracked, it is obvious that there are traces of being washed away by some kind of poisonous potion.

"Eh~"

Anton leaned back, feeling that this scene was too disgusting.

What did he see!

The Acromantula's huge abdomen was split in half, and between the slimy muscle tissue and mucus, a middle-aged man could be vaguely seen.

It was as if this middle-aged man was a baby growing out of the belly of an Acromantula.

Well, it's hard to say, after all, this middle-aged man's belly button is connected to an Acromantula.

Anton has seen this scene before!

Professor McGonagall's husband, Mr. Cordyceps Sinensis, has almost grown poisonous tentacles all over his body.

Obviously, the wretched old wizard has researched a lot of results on Mr. Cordyceps Sinensis, but he said nothing about it.

Anton stared at the inexplicably familiar face of the middle-aged man, and looked up at the old wizard in astonishment, "Is this the child of you and the Acromantula?"

Phew~

The old wizard was waiting for Anton's exclamation with his arms folded, but he immediately burst out after hearing the words.

"What a piece of shit, kid!"

"this is me!"

"Don't you see? This body is particularly suitable for me. It is full of vitality, but there is no trace of a soul?"
Chapter completed!