Hogwarts: The Gray Wizard Volume 1 The Dark Wizard's Apprentice 309 The Ancient Vicious Curse "This is not a magic potion!" Fiennes looked through the information, listened to Anton's story about the trip, and finally gave a definite answer
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"???" Anton's eyes widened, "Isn't it a magic potion?"
"Hmm." Fiennes closed the document, pushed it in front of Anton, and shook his head, "It is absolutely wrong to think about this thing in terms of potions."
He stretched out his dark golden finger and clicked on the information, "Similarly, the people in the witch tribe also made a mistake. They have been using magic potions to improve it from generation to generation, and they are just as wrong as you."
"The Witch Tribe..." Fiennes tilted his head and thought for a moment, then smiled, "I encountered this once when I was young. This group of female lunatics and their white bears are really difficult to deal with."
Anton was not interested in listening to his story. He frowned and opened the information, "Isn't it a magic potion?"
"Then what is this?"
Fiennes chuckled and spread his hands, "An ancient vicious curse."
"???"
"There is an interesting fairy tale in the wizarding world. The prince who fell in love changed his heart, and the princess was heartbroken. She cried while walking on the street. Everyone was sad for this kind girl, and an old witch gave her an idea."
"Put the blood of your infatuation, the hair of the person who changed your heart, a frog with mucus on its skin, and a piece of chocolate that represents friendship into a pot, boil them together, and finally smear them on the apple."
"The red apple turned into a green apple."
"After the prince ate it, he turned into a horse and followed the princess forever."
Fiennes chuckled, clapped his hands together, and made a metallic knocking sound, "Hey, the princess and the prince lived happily ever after."
Anton looked at him dumbfounded, having too much to say in his heart.
How could God live a happy life with a princess and a horse? He seriously suspected that the princess was hypnotized. The old witch made the princess think that the horse was the prince who left her, and then let the princess live with the horse.
Also, if you boil this bunch of messy things into a paste and apply it on the apples, the red apples will turn into green apples? Did the prince actually eat it?
Also, why would a dark wizard like Maury Fiennes understand fairy tales?
The most outrageous thing is, are all European fairy tales so heavy on taste?
"What is this?" Anton's eyes twitched.
"I have said that the evil curse from ancient times was classified into ritual magic in the era when the Ministry of Magic was first established. Later, because of some differences, it was separated and became its own category."
The old wizard shrugged, "But actually there is no such category at all."
"If you really want to study this thing, the information you can find in the school library should be classified under the category of 'odd stories'."
"!!!" Do you really want to find street stall magazines to research?
Anton thought for a while, and it seemed that besides the knowledgeable Dumbledore, he didn't know who to ask to understand this thing.
Oh, yes, actually there is someone who should understand.
Lockhart was a man who was familiar with all kinds of weird things. Anton once learned a folk secret recipe for "hearing the sounds of the world" from him.
The effect is very good.
There is also a magic spell that says 'leave all the annoying little goblins away', which is really effective against goblins with weak magic power.
However, no one knows whether Lockhart is dead or alive.
Anton thought for a while and simply took the information to Dumbledore.
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"curse……"
Dumbledore sighed, put down the information, took off his crescent glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose.
Anton blinked, "Is it really a curse?"
"Um."
Dumbledore crossed his fingers and laid them flat on the table. He looked at Anton with a smile, "Just like casting a spell, we use our own will to command the magic power to change. The same is true for curses. The wizard affects the environment, the target, and the being.
The caster's spellcasting. Similar techniques, the same goes for blessings."
"Curse and blessing, opposite and consistent methods."
"For this kind of knowledge, the only information that can be found in the British wizarding world today, apart from the Department of Mysteries of the Ministry of Magic, is a book in our Hogwarts library."
"You can borrow "The Mad Witch's Husband Loves to Dance"." Dumbledore frowned slightly, "Occult science is a knowledge that modern wizards rarely get involved in, and more is scattered among the people.
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"But they obviously used magic potions to achieve the operation." Anton pointed to the information on the table, "You can also see that there are many magic potions in it that can make sense."
Dumbledore nodded, "There should be a coincidence in the original formula. The descendants of the witch tribe have been seeking improvements from generation to generation, and slowly moved towards the direction of the potion. It almost became
This occult ritual is completely transformed into a magic potion."
"It's a bit like the process when you study how to turn a spell into a potion, except they haven't completely succeeded yet."
"Speaking of which..."
Dumbledore waved with a smile, a cabinet door on the shelf in the corner opened, and an extremely thick book that was almost the size of a pillow flew out.
Bang~
The heavy book fell on the table, making a dull sound.
""Another Name for Herbs" is an encyclopedic dictionary that explains the meaning of various herbs in the field of magic. It collects and organizes all relevant recorded information in the past."
Lao Deng raised a finger and said with a serious expression, "Just sorting it out does not mean that the content inside is correct. I hope you remember this sentence."
Anton raised his eyebrows and opened it gently. Oh, the book cover was actually made of metal. It was really heavy.
In such a large book, the words inside are indeed the size of flies, and they are densely written to fill the page.
"I remember the snake candies and werewolf candies you made. Obviously you have taken a solid step in the field of magic and potion transformation."
"This curse is of great significance for you to study and explore the wonderful relationship between occultism and potions. This is a bit difficult for you, but it is enough to allow you to advance to a deeper field."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "If you have any questions during the exploration process, you can ask me."
"While I'm alive." Lao Deng raised his hand to indicate the curse on it.
Oh~ This is simply a hell of a joke. Anton leaned back and glanced at Lao Deng's black palm without any trace.
Curse, it seems that the legendary ‘most powerful dark wizard in history’, Anton’s beloved Professor Voldemort, knows this stuff.
It's a pity that Lao Fu no longer knows where he is, and there is no way for him to find Lao Fu to learn more about this aspect.
"I don't know much about curses. You can tell just by looking at my hands." Dumbledore smiled slightly, "I originally wanted to introduce an old friend to you, but suddenly I thought of a more suitable candidate."
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"The editor-in-chief of our school newspaper, Emoke Aibo, is an experienced veteran reporter with broad enough knowledge. Especially in the past ten years, he has always collected some anecdotes."
"Emok Aibo?" Anton suddenly remembered that Emok came to him that day and looked particularly interested in him, and he couldn't help but frowned.
"Professor Dumbledore, this Ermoke has a strong aura of confusion curse on him."
Old Deng was suddenly startled, "Confusion spell?"
Anton nodded.
"Impossible! He can't maintain the effect of this curse in front of me. Although my strength has faded with age, my vision is..." Dumbledore obviously didn't believe it.
Anton shrugged and grinned, looking a little shy, "Maybe it's because I'm good at observing?"
After finishing speaking, he organized the information, opened the snuff box, and stuffed the oversized book "Another Name for Herbal Medicine" into it.
"Then don't bother me, Professor Dumbledore, thank you for your advice."
Lao Deng frowned and waved his hand to tell him to get out of here. He was pretending to be cool in front of him, which was simply disgusting.
"Confusion spell..."
Dumbledore took out his wand and tapped the tabletop of his desk gently, as if it was touching the surface of a lake, causing ripples in the water.
After a while, a figure appeared on the screen.
It was Emoke Abbott. He was obviously talking to a few reporters who had not returned home. There was an indescribable dignity in his old posture, and he looked extremely professional.
Lao Deng waved his magic wand, and a wooden box floated out of the cabinet. With a slight click, an eyeball the size of a basketball danced beside him.
As a result, Emok gradually changed his appearance in the water waves, and the figure of an exquisite little old man appeared.
"Gellert..."
Dumbledore stared blankly at that figure. For some reason, tears welled up in his eyes, "You are getting old too."
He lightly touched the table with trembling fingers and pursed his lips.
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I'm in a bad state today. It's not Cavan, I'm just a little tired. I'm sorry, there are only two chapters left today.