The fist-to-flesh fight was absolutely exciting. Anton and the werewolf were going back and forth in an inexplicable turn-based system. You punched me out, and I kicked you so hard that the werewolf knelt down and screamed.
"Ouch~~~"
In less than two minutes, the entire forest nearby was destroyed. Several large trees that had grown for countless years broke and collapsed, and high layers of soil were thrown up.
But Anton is a wizard after all, not a warrior. He does not have any boxing or kicking skills, and has never studied techniques such as joint hitting.
While the werewolf fell to his knees, Anton returned to his human form.
"Wow, exciting, so exciting~"
He waved his wand gently, and clay dolls emerged from the ground one by one, and rushed forward to grab a certain joint of the werewolf.
One after another, until the werewolf's body was covered with a thick layer of mud weighing more than ten tons.
Bang, the werewolf completely fell down and was crushed to the ground by the huge weight.
"Super killer - strong man locks the wolf."
Anton laughed loudly, shouted the names of the moves, and waved his wand again, causing the soil to surge rapidly and roll in all directions.
Along the five-meter range of Anton, the soil stopped advancing and began to pile up high toward the sky.
Eventually, it turned into a huge lid that covered the entire sky.
"This move is called..."
"Um……"
Anton thought for a while, looked down at the werewolf's head protruding from the dirt, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.
"Let's call it the 'Banshee Realm'."
The wand was pressed lightly against his neck, and a low-frequency sound came from his mouth, "Ah~~~~"
Horrible screams echoed in this confined space.
"!!!"
The werewolf's eyes instantly turned red, he struggled and trembled, and his mouth roared like a beast.
Bang!
The soil on his body was lifted away with great force, and the werewolf roared and rushed towards Anton.
But halfway there, he fell down weakly, rolled on the ground, and finally fell in front of Anton.
Anton raised his left hand gently and gracefully, and the werewolf floated up involuntarily. Several ropes that appeared out of thin air pulled its hands and feet into a huge "big" character.
Oh, it should be ‘wood’.
Don't get me wrong, the extra bit is the huge werewolf tail.
It only had its tail left to move, swaying wildly, and its huge werewolf head was full of fear.
The screams from Anton's mouth continued.
Under the vision of the magic eyes and Grindelwald's eyes, circles burst, covering the werewolf's body, twisting its soul.
As expected, it is a magical animal that is as dangerous as a fire dragon. It has high magic resistance and is not as instantaneous to death on contact as a weak snake or a rune snake.
The power of 'The Banshee's Wail' is gradually decreasing, to the point where the spell can only barely wrap around the werewolf's soul.
"..."
Anton stopped shouting and looked at the werewolf with a frown.
"No, no, there is no way to adjust the soul by adjusting the power alone."
"Even this twisted angle is fraught with uncertainty."
"It's too rough, like a hammer, not a pair of surgical forceps."
With a tap of the wand, the huge fallen tree quickly transformed into a sofa chair. He sat cross-legged on it, took out a notepad from his messenger bag and looked at the previous records.
The earthen cover to prevent the sound from being transmitted rolled and surged, turning into a high circular wall, allowing the sunlight from the sky to shine.
The breeze blows and the leaves rustle.
From time to time, there are a few birds chirping.
Everything returned to silence.
Such a peaceful afternoon made people feel lazy without realizing it.
The sofa chair slowly deformed and extended forward, allowing Anton to recline comfortably on it. Another branch curved and deformed from the side, extending a small circular platform in the direction of the sofa.
Various ingredients floated out from the snuff box, and under the light of magic, they turned into a glass of iced grape juice and a small dish of grape milk buns.
Anton raised his head slightly and stared at the werewolf floating in mid-air.
He rubbed his chin, "Where should I start?"
"Werewolf..."
Anton simply pulled out all the notebooks about werewolf research from the snuff box. The sofa chair quickly transformed into an ergonomic office chair. A large table appeared in front of him and he placed the notebooks on it.
Before he knew it, he had recorded the contents of seventeen notebooks.
The first page is just about mapping the werewolf's arm.
"Werewolf arms?"
Anton only felt a flash of inspiration, but he couldn't catch it.
After thinking for a long time, I had to continue looking at the previous research records.
Bionic Curse is a complete simulation of a werewolf.
Inspired by the wisdom of the witch Volkanova, we learn that wolfsbane is a curse that affects the wizard's will.
So he developed the 'Soul Scalpel', surgically fine-tuned Lupine's wizard will, and created dark green cracks that deceived the will, allowing Lupine to freely choose the time of his werewolf transformation every month.
Later, he and Professor Snape worked together to develop the 'Deceptive Will' potion, which completely freed Lupine from the trouble of being transformed into a werewolf. The effect lasted for ten years.
It seems that this problem has been solved perfectly, but hidden dangers still exist. Will the wolfsbane and blood curse be changed by the wizard's own magic power or by a certain curse? Will the 'Deception Will' potion that is drunk be changed?
Will other potions you drink in the future interfere with it?
Everything is unknown.
The world of magic is so unpredictable that it's really hard to say that everything will be worry-free.
The most troublesome thing is that both wolfsbane and the blood curse are hereditary. Wolfsbane is even worse, it is contagious.
Infectiousness is also a major problem that makes werewolves rejected by everyone.
Even if there is a will-deceiving potion that is more powerful than Wolfsbane potion, this extremely costly potion is still not affordable for ordinary families.
No one wants to be infected with wolfsbane.
What about subsequent research?
Anton drank the 'potion of true knowledge' in Potions class and transformed into a werewolf more than ten meters tall. Oh, Anton didn't care about things like size. What he cared more about was another discovery he made at that time.
Exchange of human information and werewolf information.
He successfully made the werewolf grow hair like a human.
His hair was that red with a platinum blond color.
"Information exchange?"
Anton raised his eyebrows, stuffed a small piece of bread into his mouth, and his brain was running wildly.
"Since there is no way to fix it overnight, let's do it step by step." He drank the iced grape juice in one breath, cast a new cleaning spell to clean up the cups and plates, and Anton waved his wand to make everything float into the snuff box.
inside.
He walked up to the werewolf, rubbed his hands and looked at it with a smile.
"Let's discuss how about giving you a human appearance?"
The wand was raised slightly and pointed at the werewolf's huge head. After thinking for a while, it moved to the werewolf's arms, and then to the werewolf's long hairy legs.
"Whoever the little rooster clicks is the one he clicks on!"
Finally, the wand pointed at the werewolf's head.
"Congratulations, Mr. Werewolf, you will get a human head, quack quack~~~"
The Forbidden Forest was very quiet. Anton cast a magic spell on himself and the werewolf, which floated to the branches of a tall tree in the distance.
He rubbed the time turner with his left hand, raised his slender index finger and flicked it, and he and the werewolf quickly traveled through time.
He didn't go back in time for a long time, Anton brought it to today's morning.
In the course of time, all the black threads of the soul become fluffy.
Anton stared at the werewolf with interest and licked his lips.
"Little dear, don't move. Let uncle check you out."