Anton finally knew the specific function of the soul-moving curse.
As the spell was activated, he felt as if his whole body was being hooked by a huge hook on his forehead, and he rushed forward along the light emitted by the spell.
Then, like a fish out of water, he jumped into the water again, and the feeling of being pulled became relaxed again.
After being in a daze for a moment, he felt his body in shock.
A feeling of extreme old age and weakness came from deep within his body. He struggled to look forward and saw a little wizard standing in front of him.
That's me!
He actually switched bodies with the old wizard!
It was only then that he finally saw clearly what the body he had traveled through time looked like.
He has red hair, a little lighter than the color of the Ron family seen in Diagon Alley today, with a platinum color. Light blue eyes, and fair skin.
Except he doesn't have freckles, he actually looks a bit like Ron!
relative?
Anton didn't know, but he finally understood why Ron was staring at him.
Before he had time to look more carefully, an extremely empty feeling flooded inside him, and he felt as if a very long rubber band had been stretched and instantly bounced back to his body.
When he opened his eyes again, he saw the old wizard walking up quickly and pouring a glass of fruit wine into his mouth.
His eyes seemed to be looking at rare treasures, "Gagaga, you will be my best apprentice. Such a talent, you are really useful."
What does it mean to be too useful?
But at least the old wizard had a much better attitude towards him, and even kindly asked him to go to a small bedroom on the first floor to rest.
Except getting that old wand back.
Anton slept for two whole days before he recovered.
There was still a faint tingling feeling in his mind, and he speculated that it was because he had released magic beyond his ability.
He could feel his weakness and wanted to lie back on the bed and continue sleeping.
But no, he has been hungry for two days. If he doesn't cook, he will starve to death.
The old wizard had obviously just returned from a trip, with a faint smell of mutton chops and beer floating around his body.
As a result, Anton felt increasingly hungry.
Sighing, don't expect the old wizard to let him have a good meal. He simply cooked a bowl of noodles, and Anton squatted beside the stove to eat and was sweating profusely.
Sure enough, sleeping and eating are the best ways for humans to restore themselves.
Feeling much better, as soon as I walked out of the kitchen, I was grabbed by the sharp-eyed old wizard and started to deal with the herbs piled in the corner.
"Scurvy only needs the leaf part. You must select it carefully and not even a trace of roots can be mixed in."
The old wizard's eyes shone with a joking light, "Believe me, you definitely don't want to die of massive ischemia after drinking the potion."
Anton was shocked, "Is this for me to drink?"
"After picking, mash it together with spotted tiger grass, pour it into the blood of the salamander, wait until it boils, and throw the leech in." The old wizard burped, stretched, and shook
Unsteadily grasping the handrail of the stairs.
"Hurry up, damn it, you've already wasted two days of my time, and you'll be dead before it's too late."
The old wizard muttered and went upstairs.
Anton curled his lips, worried that he wouldn't be able to do it himself if it was too late?
Is the potion prepared this time for him to drink? He looked at the messy ingredients and felt horrified.
There was actually a cage of mice and several caterpillars inside.
This was not the first time that Anton drank a magic potion. Once, Anton drank some strange and sticky potion. His whole body was covered with blisters and he almost died of dehydration.
"You have to be patient."
Anton took a deep breath. He couldn't panic, otherwise he would make mistakes.
This old wizard is not a kind person. Just in front of him, he has killed seven or eight people in just the past two months.
Will he kill himself? This is a question that no one needs to doubt. This dark wizard has killed more than one apprentice, and the reason for one of them was just a bad mood.
Putting on gloves, Anton pounded the herbs silently.
Little by little, the fear and murderous intention in my heart were turned into sauce, and completely buried in the deepest part of my heart.
The complexity of this potion simply exceeded Anton's imagination.
It involves the preparation of more than thirty kinds of medicinal materials, some of which even need to be exposed to the sun, and some of which need to be burned to ashes.
It should be left to rest for one day and three days in between.
The old wizard found a large metal cross and tied the middle-aged man up with chains. "Tomorrow is the night of the full moon. You don't have much time."
This was not said to the werewolf, but to Anton.
Anton lowered his head and said nothing, silently stirring the potion with his old wand. He could feel the magic power being absorbed into the pot of potion little by little along the wand.
Thick bubbles popped up from the dark green soup, and under the influence of magic, traces of light red spread.
While maintaining the output of magic power, he was thinking about the only 'soul transfer spell' he knew.
Having read novels, he knew the incantations of several spells, but he did not know the gestures for casting spells or the emotions that were invoked.
It's even questionable whether every spell requires emotions.
So, can the soul-moving curse be directly used as an attack method?
Give the old wizard another shot. At the moment when the soul is transferred to the opponent's body, he picks up the knife on the table and gives it to his own neck?
He didn't know if it would lead to his own death and the old wizard entering his body to gain new life.
Anton knew very little about magic.
Finally, the decoction was completely prepared.
There is only a transparent light red potion left at the bottom of the pot, with dark green stars shining in the potion, which looks very beautiful.
"Haha~" The old wizard stared at the potion with joy.
"With such high quality, the hearts of those who need to refine the potion are full of malice." His expression was half teasing and half joking.
"Only strong malice can have such perfect qualities." The old wizard admired and pulled out his wand.
"So, what should I reward you with?"
"Heart-breaking!" The light of the curse rolled rapidly along the air and reached Anton's chest in an instant.
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Countless knives were cutting crazily inside the body.
Anton let out a shrill cry of pain.
"Ho ho ho..." He grabbed the gap in the floor and gritted his teeth to prevent himself from making any painful sounds again.
His eyes staring at the ground became extremely cold.
"Expelliarmus!"
The old wand in Anton's hand flew into the hands of the old wizard.
"You should learn to obey fate and be honest."
The old wizard whistled, walked to his desk, sat down, packed the manuscript and put it in his suitcase.
He turned to look at the middle-aged man, "There is only one last step left, haha, my experiment is about to be completed."
The middle-aged man looked at Anton lying on the ground and sighed, "You shouldn't do this to a child."
"Haha." The old wizard laughed, "It's really strange. You were caught by me just because you wanted to attack the little wizard."
"No, I couldn't control myself after I turned into a werewolf. I didn't mean any harm." The middle-aged man's eyes flashed with pain, "I had locked myself up, but someone moved their hands and feet and opened my door.
, deliberately letting me go out to harm others."
The old wizard whistled, "Very good, you touched me."
"I decided to record your name in the experimental data to reward you for your contribution to this great experiment. What is your name?"
The middle-aged man laughed at himself, "Moon face."
"What a great name." The old wizard smiled and picked up the quill.
Anton's eyes lit up as he lay on the ground twitching.
Moon face?
Isn't this Lupine?
This person is not weak in strength, and it is not easy for anyone to be chosen by Dumbledore to join the Order of the Phoenix.