With a slight flick of the wand, the curtains in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows automatically move left and right.
Moonlight poured into the house.
Lupin opened his eyes wide and looked at the full moon outside the window in horror, "Don't do this, don't do this, no!"
The old wizard chuckled, "Relax."
After a while, Lupin's body was covered by thick wolf fur. It was as if there was an active rabbit in his head, constantly bumping left and right.
In the end, it turned into a huge wolf head.
Lupin, half-hanging in mid-air, grew huge, his feet propped on the ground, struggling to make his chains rattle.
"What a perfect magical Animagus." The old wizard marveled as if looking at a work of art.
"Do you know?" He turned his head to look at Anton like crazy, his eyes were bloodshot, and his eyes were protruding with excitement, "They don't understand, this is the perfect magic Animagus, The only magical creature in the world that humans can transform into, a terrifying war machine that can be easily replicated."
"Torn apart!" The light of the curse flickered.
The light blasted on Lupin's body, a few wolf hairs flew away, and the exposed skin was only scratched.
"Look, look."
The old wizard clicked his tongue, "How perfect."
"Praise the ancient wizards." He laughed, "Praise their great pioneering work, creating the only magical creature in the world, the Animagus."
"Praise Damocles Belby, it is he who invented the wolfsbane potion, which made up for the lack of rationality of werewolves."
"Praise Alex Fiennes, I will improve this magic so that people can become werewolves anytime and anywhere."
Amid the roar of the werewolf, the old wizard yelled like crazy.
Waving his wand, he pointed at Anton, "Quickly drink that pot of 'wizard eyes' potion."
Anton was silent for a moment, and finally picked up the cauldron and swallowed it down.
A burst of coldness washed over his brain, and suddenly, he blinked suspiciously.
He found that he had an extra eye!
In the field of vision, the old wizard became a bright block in the shape of a human, with a trace of dark green mixed in the taupe. pattern.
It looks exactly like the rune in the pattern on his wrist!
Lowering your head, under the seemingly uneven wooden floor that has been in disrepair for a long time, the strange lines constructed of taupe blocks and dark green silk threads are shining with the light of the magic circle.
Raising his head, Lupin's body was filled with countless light blue lines, which surged and twisted like sea tides.
This feeling is extremely weird.
And every time he observes a little more, his head seems to be split apart as if he can't bear the information.
He was so uncomfortable that he felt nauseous and retched for a while.
"Haha~" The old wizard laughed hysterically, "The potion I researched is amazing, right?"
"Quick, release the soul-shifting spell on this werewolf."
The old wizard handed the old wand to Anton excitedly, and the eagerness in his eyes burned him.
Anton just looked at him calmly, "Teacher, since this potion is so amazing, why don't you drink it yourself?"
When the old wizard asked questions when he was anxious, he would either be blown away by a curse, or the old wizard would quickly answer his own questions without thinking. This is Anton's experience.
He bet that the old wizard is begging himself now, and he dare not kill himself.
"The magic potion of the wizard's eyes requires a strong physical fitness, and my body is already weak enough to barely maintain balance." The old wizard looked anxiously at Anton, "My body can no longer bear even a drop of the potion. ."
"Quick, my precious apprentice, quickly release the soul-shifting spell on this werewolf, let us enter the final step of this great experiment."
"Yeah? "Anton smiled lightly.
Waving his wand, facing Lupin, "Exorcism!"
The magic light flickered.
An invisible force links him to the werewolf.
"Yes, yes, that's it." The old wizard anxiously picked up a document, on which a strange pattern was drawn with a dark green potion.
"Quickly, close your eyes, use your 'wizard eyes' to look into the body, and tell me, what are these missing lines?"
Under the dual effects of the soul-shifting spell and the potion, Anton felt that the whole world was shaking crazily.
A feeling of extreme panic scratched him, and there were lines of crazy movement everywhere, so dazzling that he wanted to vomit.
Perhaps it was the experience of the Cruciatus Curse many times that made him gradually support himself.
He stared closely at the picture surging in his body, and finally saw, one after another dark green cracks that seemed to be like lines, doing strange relaxation and closing with the surge of the whole body.
Fantastic and wonderful pattern.
Finally, as if supported by a stretched rubber band to the end, he was pulled back by a huge force.
Panting, panting hard, as if suffocated for a long time.
Or rather, for a long time, he stared blankly at the sunlight outside the window, and Lupine who had recovered his human form.
It was already noon, but he just felt like a few minutes had passed!
"Quick!" The old wizard anxiously put a piece of parchment in front of him, "While you still remember, quickly help me complete the pattern!"
The parchment had apparently been written down many times, and the ink was of a different color in several places.
Anton pursed his lips, took the quill pen, and added carefully.
"Haha, perfect, perfect!" The old wizard looked at the connected strokes in amazement, and then frowned at one of them, "No, how could this be connected here? What does it mean?"
Because I made a mistake on purpose! Anton chuckled, staring at the old wizard's expression.
This specious line must be very nerve-wracking, you must be thinking hard, right?
After two months of observation, he knew this dark wizard too well.
He is just a lunatic who does magic research by any means. When encountering difficult problems, he can even stand there for a whole day.
And at such a moment.
Anton quietly picked up the cauldron behind him, which was specially placed where he had just finished drinking the potion, in order not to let the old wizard notice.
because,
There is still a small sip of the potion inside.
"No, no." The old wizard was still muttering over there, and suddenly felt a trace of cold pouring into his mouth, "Gululu."
He widened his eyes and looked at the cauldron in Anton's hand in disbelief, "What did you drink for me?"
Anton smiled slightly, the other hand had already been stretched out in the air, grabbed his wand and pulled it off.
He rolled over on the ground and came to the iron frame of the werewolf.
"No! No!" Dark green cracks appeared on the old wizard's body, "No!"
The crack was getting bigger and bigger, and there was a path of rays of light extending from under the collar to the top, splitting his head in two.
And this is not dead yet.
"You actually gave me a potion! You bloody idiot! Ah~"
He let out a shrill roar, louder than the tortured Anton shouted, "Give me back my wand!"
The old wizard waved his fingers vigorously.
A spell of light shot past.
Depend on!
Cast without a staff!
The speed is extremely fast, and it is difficult to dodge at all!
Anton staggered and fell to the ground, but his eyes lit up, "The Cruciatus Curse?"
And is it a much weaker Cruciatus Curse than usual?
He's too used to this thing, in the past two months, every day, every day, this body doesn't seem too familiar with the Cruciatus Curse.
Gritting his teeth, he got up and stuffed the old wizard's wand into Lupin's hand.
"It's your turn, come on, Lupin!"
Lupin stared at this situation in amazement, shook his wand slightly, and all the chains on his body fell off.
He swung his wand again, and the Cruciatus Curse shot by the old wizard flew away.
Smiling, he turned his head to look at Anton who was sitting on the ground, "How do you know my name?"