It's winter time right around Christmas, and snowflakes are floating in the sky in London.
Anton shivered while riding on the broomstick. His time was fully booked every day, and he didn't have much time to learn some unnecessary spells.
Otherwise, if you give yourself a magic spell to warm your body now...
"Oh~"
Anton exhaled comfortably, and found that his whole body became warm, and the strong wind blowing around him became softer.
Looking back in surprise, I saw Miss Ilsa putting her wand back into her wizard's robe again.
"Thanks."
Ilsa twitched her lips to show that she was smiling. She was so complicated right now that she really couldn't smile.
Werewolf!
Why is Lupine a werewolf?
During this long month, she lived with regret every day. She hated that she took a step back when she heard Lupine talking about being a werewolf. That step made her never see Lupine again.
She struggled for three days and suddenly realized that she really fell in love with this gentle man and she was willing to accept everything about him, even if he was a werewolf.
However, this Lupine, who is said to be a very smart nephew, chose this time to bring him to Luping...
This is a test, whether you dare to go or not is just the first step.
She didn't know what kind of scene she would see next, and she was very nervous. She even began to worry about her performance when the time came.
Will she involuntarily shrink back again?
No!
no way!
Riding on a broomstick, we shuttled through the falling snow, while the setting sun gradually slid down from the distant mountain peaks.
Anton waved his wand again.
A cursor appeared in front of him, turned and pointed northwest.
There is obviously room for improvement in this magic version of navigation. It cannot move and cannot continuously provide directions according to the distance like a car navigation.
They can only stop and go, constantly using the cursor to decide the next step.
But Anton soon discovered the pattern.
Looking down from a high altitude, a long train track is always in sight.
"Hahaha, it's so interesting. Lupine actually left London by train?" The two of them stopped above a certain platform of the train, and the cursor magic pointed at a certain location again.
"Is it weird?" Ilsa looked at him doubtfully, "Lupin is a business elite, isn't it very common to take the train?"
She often invited Lu Ping to go to restaurants with her. She could feel that Lu Ping was a little embarrassed every time he saw her driving, and he secretly signed up for a training class to apply for a driver's license.
"Business elite?" Anton smiled strangely, "It's so interesting."
He looked at Ilsa seriously, "Perhaps you may see a real Lupine next, who is ordinary and separated from the exquisite appearance of modern society."
Ilsa pursed her lips, "I will accept everything from him!"
His tone was firmer than ever.
Anton shrugged and smiled.
Regardless of his identity as a werewolf, Lupine is a real wizard, the kind of wizard who still lives in Europe in the last century.
To be honest, Anton has seen a wizard like Ilsa who actively integrates into modern society.
The two flew again, and at this moment, the sun finally set.
A bright moon rose.
It is round and exudes bright light.
They flew over the city, over the suburbs, over the villages, and just as Anton expected, they flew over the barren mountains.
The cursor magic changed. After rotating a bit, it pointed straight down.
Lowering the broomstick, a cave appeared in front of him, and the roar of a werewolf could be faintly heard.
After landing and standing outside the cave, Anton raised his eyebrows.
He took off his hat and stretched out his hand gracefully, "Ladies first!"
Ilsa was almost nervous to death. Looking at Anton's narrow smile, she couldn't help but rolled her eyes. This little wizard who was well educated by his uncle was indeed very smart and had the same characteristics as his uncle.
Elegant and decent.
But it was too bad-mouthed. He seemed to enjoy watching other people's jokes, and she didn't know who influenced him. She couldn't help but think of the goblin and ghost in Lupin's family who quarreled every day.
No amount of random thoughts could cover up her panic. Finally, she strengthened her faith and walked hard into the cave step by step.
The werewolf roared louder.
This is a cave formed by the extrusion of many rocks. You turn left and right, and sometimes you have to duck into a small gap sideways, and finally a spacious place appears in front of you.
Surrounded by walls of mud and stone, covered with moss and unknown plants, there was a large gap above, and moonlight fell from above.
Thick chains were tied to the wall, tightly locking a huge werewolf.
The werewolf was very tall, and she had to raise her head as hard as she could to see his head.
It's so big.
The fangs were like those of evil beasts, and as they roared, saliva dripped from the huge mouth. In the rich wolf fur, a pair of eyes eager to tear everything apart were full of violence.
"Lupin!"
Ilsa covered her mouth, her voice choked.
The werewolf only roared in response to her, and struggled to make the chain rattle. It became more and more angry, and its huge wolf claws clasped hard to grab the wall, causing mud to fly.
"I won't back down, Lupin!" Ilsa walked with determination, staring at the werewolf, slowly approaching, raising her slender neck, "Bite me, and I will become a werewolf too!"
"This way we can be together forever."
Oh, with such a delicious piece of meat in front of you, the werewolf would not be polite. He roared, lowered his head, and was about to bite his neck.
Ilsa closed her eyes with hope for happiness on her face.
"Armor protection!"
The magical light lit up on her body, and the werewolf seemed to have bitten an iron plate, shaking his head in pain.
Anton pulled her back.
Ilsa had a look of fear on her face, but she glared at Anton angrily, "Why did you pull me back and turn me into a werewolf? I want to follow..."
Anton exhaled helplessly, "You can't turn into a werewolf. Your neck is so thin and his mouth is so big. The most likely thing is that he bites your neck off."
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"I……"
The tears in Ilsa's eyes finally couldn't help but flow down. She trembled on her lips, and her whole body exuded a strong sadness, "I don't know what to do, I don't know."
Anton shrugged, "The wizarding world is not as beautiful as I imagined. Although there is magic, I always encounter a lot of bad things. I know a person whose relative turned into a snake.
, just like a werewolf, he doesn’t know anyone and just wants to attack people.”
He looked up at the werewolf in admiration and shook his head, "It's so desperate sometimes."
Ilsa sat on the ground sadly and looked at Lupin blankly.
Anton took out a bottle of prepared 'Wizard's Eye' potion, drank it, and moved forward.
Enduring the trance and nausea caused by the potion, I stared closely at the image of the werewolf's magic that turned into countless twisted and surging lines.
Different from the first time he entered Lu Ping's body through the soul-moving spell and looked inwards, from the outside, although he could not see the deepest details, he could see the overall changes more clearly.
"Wow~"
The magic image is as exquisite as a work of art.
"It's much more complicated than snakes. No wonder the teacher is so obsessed with werewolves." Anton's pupils became extremely large, with countless stars twinkling inside them.
The habitual recording magic showed countless bright lines around him, recording all the changes bit by bit.
But this change was too complicated, so he had to focus only on the werewolf's arms and start with the details.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, teacher likes to talk big. The last step of a great experiment is just the beginning, haha."
Ilsa didn't know what this little nephew was talking about, but she opened her hands to block Anton's face and looked at Anton angrily, "You are not allowed to point fingers at him. It's not his fault that he turned into a werewolf.
, he is just a pitiful and injured person!”
Anton raised the corner of his mouth, "Of course."