If Lupine were to name the only person in the world who could do anything, it would be Albus Dumbledore.
If he had to name one more person, it would definitely be the top medical boss recognized by all students who have gone through Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry - Madam Pomfrey.
Therefore, when Lupine couldn't find Dumbledore, he immediately rushed to the school infirmary.
But it was obvious that he had misjudged Madam Pomfrey's strength. She was specialized in the arts, and this ritual magic caused a large amount of external magic erosion, and all Madam Pomfrey's methods seemed a little weak.
So just like that, Anton was taken over by the old wizards Fiennes and Snape.
"Quack quack..."
"This kind of thing is too childish for me." The old wizard looked at Anton with gleaming eyes, as if looking at a white mouse. The dark golden metal fingers slowly deformed and turned into a sharp scalpel.
, easily cut open Anton's wizard robe.
"My stupid apprentice, please bear with me. This is the most magical trick you have learned from the Muggle world."
Snape looked at Fiennes's operation curiously, "Actually, I don't have any rescue ideas. Maybe I can consider using some potions to suppress magic disorder?"
"No no no."
The old wizard picked up a cup next to the hospital bed, looked at it, placed it on the ground, took out his wand and tapped it, turning it into a huge transparent bucket.
"Ritual magic is extremely directional, and blind suppression can only trigger the backlash of ritual magic, which will instead speed up its own erosion."
He gestured to a waterfall and said, "We use a wooden board to block the waterfall to prevent it from flowing downward. It may seem blocked, but it will continue to accumulate water and eventually turn into a huge wave of water, breaking away from the wooden board.
, the impact at that time was not something that the wizard’s body could withstand.”
Snape rubbed his chin, thoughtfully, "In other words, we should guide, not suppress."
"Yes." The old wizard walked to the window and waved his wand outside, "The suitcase is coming."
After doing this, he looked at Snape and said, "In fact, you can also use more powerful exorcism ritual magic to expel the magic in his body. Of course, some extremely powerful spells may be able to do this easily.
"
He shrugged, "Maybe the great Dumbledore can do it with a wave of his wand, but I haven't seen him in school for a long time."
Snape nodded, "Muggle Squib, Anton has created a huge problem for the International Federation of Wizards, and there has been a lot of quarrels everywhere."
The old wizard raised his hand and grabbed the suitcase that flew out of the window, opened it and dumped it into the open space next to the ward. A huge potion experiment table jumped out and stretched automatically on the ground.
"Why didn't I read it in the newspaper?"
Snape sneered, "The front pages of "Today's Prophet" in recent consecutive issues have been about Fudge's great achievements. You know, under his leadership, all the dark wizards in the country have been arrested."
"Oh~" The old wizard had a weird expression and didn't say anything else. He just made a potion with quick hands and feet, threw a silver knife into it and soaked it for a while, watching it quickly turn into a strange dark purple color, vaguely...
Glowing green.
He grabbed it and shook it, watching it swaying with a strange light under the light of the ward, and said in a loud voice, "This is the legendary vampire blade, rattle, rattle, the holy weapon of vampires, anyone who has been stabbed by this knife
They will all bleed, and they will bleed endlessly.”
Snape raised his eyebrows, "This is originally a high-end black magic spell. I have studied the blood-taking essence in it."
As he said that, he looked at the potion solution on the experimental table, "Do you think the potion and curse are one? That's really interesting."
He looked at the old wizard with some envy, the wizard's eye potion, the theory of oneness of potions and curses, the drawing of magical images, and the concept that wizards are gods. These are definitely enough to make the name Fiennes deeply engraved in the history of wizards.
"Actually, you are better than me." The old wizard's face was full of teasing, "It's just that you don't seem to dedicate everything to magic like me. You have too many things to do."
Snape was silent, and the old wizard ignored him. He walked to Anton's hospital bed with a knife in hand, grabbed Anton's arm, and stabbed the knife down suddenly. Then, the blade ran along the arm and elbow,
Slide your palms all the way down.
Countless amounts of blood spurted out and flowed downwards.
The old wizard whistled and quickly adjusted the transparent bucket so that the blood could flow into it. "Quack, Severus, what do you think? This blood is almost the same as the 'spiritual-rich blood' you have researched."
Is it almost the same quality?”
Snape came over, dipped his finger into the blood, put it in his mouth and sucked it, raising his eyebrows slightly, "Excellent... potion ingredients."
"Yeah, quack quack." The old wizard rubbed his hands excitedly, "Quickly, help me cast a traceless stretching spell. Damn it, I don't understand this spell very well. This bucket can't hold too much."
Snape raised his eyelids and glanced at Anton. Seeing that although he couldn't move, his eyes were full of weirdness. He couldn't help but chuckle, took out his wand and tapped the bucket gently.
Gulu~
The blood in the bucket bubbled, and the water level dropped instantly, leaving a thin streak of red on the edge of the bucket.
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Then, Snape walked to Fiennes' experimental table, looked at the shelf above, took out several potions, pulled them with his hands, and spilled them into the bucket.
"Although the blood is filled with magic power, some magic potion is still needed to maintain better blood activity."
Fiennes looked at his technique in amazement, "Wow, it's easy to do it with ease. Your understanding of potions is really amazing."
Snape's lips curled up and he clapped his hands, "You are also very powerful."
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"Haha~"
"Quack quack~"
Anton rolled his eyes helplessly on the hospital bed, seeing these two unscrupulous old men full of bad taste.
But he really didn't expect that such a complex problem of magic power erosion could be solved in the hands of the old wizard with just one move of bloodletting.
He felt the surging magic power flowing rapidly along his blood toward the wound on his arm.
At the same time, the blood was quickly taking away the physical filth accumulated in the body day and night. He felt that his bones were being affected by the so-called 'vampire blade', and were rapidly producing blood.
With vitality that is extremely exciting, he is gradually making his body healthier.
The old wizard seemed to have just stabbed him with a knife, but in fact, the inner theory could probably write a book.
The elder is worthy of being the elder.
"Actually, I still have some special skills, but the theory is incomplete." The old wizard looked at Anton's chest with bright eyes, and the knife in his hand swayed, "Crack spell, I can use the traces of magic images,
Engraving in the wizard an innate magic that rivals that of magical animals.”
Snape frowned, "I have communicated with you that I think this immature experiment is not suitable for Anton."
The old wizard chuckled, "No, now is a good opportunity. The vitality is so rich that it feels like it can't be used up. Nothing will happen to him. And if the effect is not good, you can also take the opportunity to use these magic powers to wash it away. There is no chance.
lose!"
Snape's eyes lit up, "This is such a good idea!"
"Hey, right? What kind of spell do you think you should engrave on Anton first?" The old wizard licked the corner of his mouth and gestured with the dagger in his hand above Anton's face.
Snape was silent for a moment and waved his wand towards the window, "The books are flying!"
After a while, a book made of thick parchment floated in front of him. On the cover of the book was written "The Patronus Curse and the Shadowless Edge: About the Repair and Trauma of the Soul".
"I have always hoped that Anton could learn these two spells of mine in depth. Come and see, is there a way to burn them into them?"