Chapter 10 Turning the Turtle Over

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Anton quickly ran downstairs, jumped onto the chair in front of the bar, and stared seriously at the opposite boss, Old Tom, "How do I get to St. Mungo's Hospital?"

Old Tom shook his head, leaned his head, and said in a low voice, "St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries will only treat wizards injured by werewolves, not werewolves."

"Damn it." Anton said he couldn't understand, "Werewolves are also wizards who have been hurt, so why aren't they treated as human beings?"

Old Tom sneered, and his tone was slightly mocking, "If they just turn into werewolves, they won't be disgusting. The biggest reason is that they turn others into werewolves too."

"Become a mindless beast every time the full moon rises!"

"People are not only afraid that being bitten by a werewolf will turn them into a werewolf, but they are even afraid that the saliva and hair dropped by a werewolf will turn people into a werewolf."

Old Tom approached again, and said in a very low voice, "If someone knows that my bar serves werewolves, no one will come to my bar again, you understand?"

Anton was silent, thinking of those ordinary people who unfortunately contracted certain diseases.

"I'll put him in the suitcase and leave later." Anton looked at Old Tom seriously.

Old Tom nodded, obviously heaving a sigh of relief, "I like little wizards, because you represent the future of the wizarding world, but that's all there is to it. This is already my greatest kindness."

"Lupine was hit by the Cruciatus Curse. I didn't expect it to hurt him so much!" Anton pursed his lips and stared at Old Tom. "Where can I heal him?"

"The Cruciatus Curse?!" Old Tom was obviously also surprised. "Then you can't go to any proper hospital unless you can explain to the Auror who attacked him."

This……

Anton didn't dare to get involved with Aurors now. In his suitcase was the corpse of a dark wizard, a lot of research materials on black magic, and potions.

If the Ministry of Magic intervened, he might be able to get away with it, but the items would probably be confiscated.

That was the reward he had worked so hard for, so why should he turn it over to the Ministry of Magic!

Anton's expression changed, "In other words, there are some hospitals that are not so formal?"

Old Tom nodded, took out a small piece of paper from the counter, and wrote down a string of addresses, "Out of the bar, raise your wand, and the Knight Bus will take you directly to this address. The doctor is a goblin, and his name is Pedro, like gold coins."

"Thank you very much!" Anton took the piece of paper with both hands, but found that Old Tom couldn't let it go.

He stared at Anton, "Wizards and intelligent creatures wandering in the chaotic land are extremely dangerous, little guy, you have to be mentally prepared."

Anton nodded, carefully put the piece of paper in his pocket, and looked at Old Tom sincerely, "I owe you a favor!"

Old Tom chuckled, "I like your words."

...

Anton hurried back to his room.

He opened the suitcase and carried Lupin inside. After thinking for a while, he found a few clean crucibles to put Lupine's portion of food in.

Being hungry all the time, he decided that if he had the chance in the future, he must get a small non-traceable expanding spell bag and carry enough food for a year with him!

Of course, these are not the point.

He didn't leave here immediately, but got into the suitcase and came to the inner space.

The interior space is not very large, only a hall of about 20 square meters, which is not comparable to the box in Newt's hands in the movie.

The left side is full of bookshelves and bottles and jars of various potion materials, and the right is a bed and several bags of wheat flour. There are also various bottles and jars and water tanks in the corner.

Anton quickly searched for various information.

He must learn an attack spell immediately!

Otherwise, he will have no resistance in the face of crisis. However, Lupine is now in a coma, and there is no way for him to teach himself.

In addition to the various books and materials left by the old wizard.

Nowadays, the only thing that one can expect to learn immediately without a teacher is the Imperius Curse, one of the three unforgivable curses. Because the old wizard said that this spell is very similar to the "soul transfer spell" he taught Anton.

Learning the Imperius Curse is a very dangerous act.

It is also a helpless move.

First of all, it is said that these black magics will erode the soul of wizards, making people twisted, evil, cruel, and cold-blooded.

Secondly, as long as anyone finds out that he casts the Unforgivable Curse, the most likely outcome is going to Azkaban to spend the rest of his life.

Anton waved his fist at the comatose Lupine resentfully, "I worked hard for you, and I can count on you to be my teacher and bodyguard in the future."

Despite his affinity for his favorite character from the Harry Potter series, Lupine is kind, forgiving, and powerful.

He is a very trustworthy and dependable person.

This kind of person, Anton, can even hand over his suitcase to him for safekeeping, without worrying that he will open it privately.

And in the entire "Harry Potter" story, he could never find another such person.

He needs Lupine in this seemingly familiar but strange world.

It was worth his risk!

The old wizard's bookshelf is roughly divided into two parts, and two bookshelves are placed respectively.

The bookshelf on the left is full of books and experimental records on refining potions, and the research on the 'Witcher's Eye' potion alone occupies half of the bookshelf.

The bookshelf on the right is all about spells.

And the most content is actually the observation of various spells under the vision of the 'wizard eyes' potion.

All kinds of weird records and albums filled half of the bookshelf.

Finally, I found a notepad at the bottom of the corner. The cover reads - "The Apprentice Journey of the Great Alex Fiennes".

"Tsk." Anton laughed, "This old guy is quite narcissistic."

Turn it over.

July 22, late at night, heavy rain.

The degree to which the teacher is stingy with knowledge is simply outrageous! Even as an apprentice, I have to contribute enough to him in exchange for knowledge of a spell.

The learning process is so hard, I decided to just master the most basic attack and defense abilities, and leave all the rest of the opportunities to my favorite potion science.

To attack, I choose the Cruciatus Curse. For defense, I choose the 'Iron Armor Curse'.

Everything else can be replaced by magic items, such as fast movement, and I can choose a broomstick that is enough for my needs.

...

...

December 03, late at night, Blizzard.

I was in love, and Olaro was a shrewd girl who chose to do the same with me.

Her specialization is Charms, and she's obviously very talented at it.

The combination with her is a process in which the two of us make up for each other's shortcomings.

I am proud of the depth of my understanding of the Cruciatus Curse, which often amazes her.

She also has too many wonderful ideas about a series of spells aimed at deep changes in the soul, such as the 'soul-repelling curse' and 'soul-moving curse'.

...

"found it!"

Anton's eyes lit up.

According to the introduction in the book, the 'Soul Imperius Curse', one of the three unforgivable curses, is not a simple fixed spell.

It is different from the two spells that hurt the soul, the Cruciatus Curse and the Killing Curse.

The 'Soul Repelling Curse' is more inclined to manipulate the soul in a subtle way.

There are dozens of 'soul curses' in the same series.

The most similar curse to the "soul-shifting curse" learned by Anton is not the "soul-recapture curse", but the "dislocation soul curse".

The Alaro witch figuratively likened the spell to turning a turtle inside out.

The effect of the 'Dislocation Soul Curse' is very interesting. It twists the human soul by one dimension, making it impossible to fit with the body. The final effect is similar to the state of 'Sleeping Beauty'.

Anton quickly jotted down the various points marked above.

Going to learn on the road.

Although this is not very safe, Lu Ping lying beside him has become extremely pale, and he may not be able to wait for himself to slowly learn the magic spell.

"It's too risky." Anton sighed. "Fortunately, the two spells are similar, so I should be fine!"

He casually flipped through the content at the back, and suddenly stared at one page in amazement.

May 29, noon, ~.

Olaro, crazy!

She killed the teacher, killed everyone, she even wanted to kill me!

Fortunately, she wanted to kill herself even more, so she cast dozens of curses on herself, blowing herself into pieces.

I swear, I must stay away from these terrible soul-like spells in my life.

...

Anton swallowed, suddenly wanting to forget what he just remembered.