Chapter 309 The Ancient Vicious Curse

"It's not a potion!" Fiennes flipped through the documents, listened to Anton's description of the trip, and finally gave a definite answer.

"???" Anton's eyes widened, "Isn't it a potion?"

"Hmm." Fiennes closed the document, pushed it in front of Anton, and shook his head, "It's absolutely wrong to think about this thing in the way of potion."

He stretched out his dark golden finger and nodded at the information, "Similarly, the people of the Witch Tribe are also wrong. They have used potions to improve for generations, and they are just as wrong as you."

"The tribe of witches..." Fiennes tilted his head and thought for a while, then smiled, "I met them once when I was young. These madwomen and their white bears are really difficult to deal with."

Anton wasn't interested in listening to his story, he frowned and opened the information, "Isn't it a potion?"

"Then what is this?"

Fiennes smiled and spread his hands, "An ancient vicious curse."

"???"

"There is an interesting fairy tale in the wizarding world. The prince who fell in love changed his mind, and the princess was heartbroken. She was crying while walking on the street. Everyone was sad for this kind girl, and an old witch gave her an idea."

"Put the blood of one's infatuation, the hair of a heart-changing person, a frog with slimy skin, and a piece of chocolate representing friendship, put them into a pot and cook together, and finally spread them on the apple."

"A red apple turns into a green apple."

"After the prince ate it, he turned into a horse and followed the princess forever."

Fiennes smiled, clapped his hands, and made a metal knocking sound, "Hey, the princess and the prince have lived a happy life since then."

Anton stared at him dumbfounded, feeling too much to vomit in his heart.

God damn happy life, princess and a horse? He seriously suspected that the princess was hypnotized. The old witch made the princess think that the horse was the prince who had left her, and then let the princess live with the horse.

And this bunch of messy things boiled into a paste, spread on apples, and red apples can turn into green apples? Did the prince really eat it?

Also, why would a dark wizard like Mao Fiennes understand fairy tales?

The most outrageous thing is, are all European fairy tales so heavy?

"What is this?" Anton's eyes twitched.

"As I said, the ancient vicious curse was classified as ritual magic in the era when the Ministry of Magic was first established, and because of some differences, it was separated out and became a separate category."

The old wizard shrugged, "But there is no such category at all."

"If you really want to study this thing, the information you can find should be classified in the category of 'strange anecdotes' in the school library."

"!!!" Do you really want to find street stall magazines to study?

Anton thought about it, and it seemed that apart from the knowledgeable Dumbledore, he didn't know who to ask to understand this stuff.

Oh, yes, in fact, there is one person who should understand.

Lockhart, this person who is familiar with all kinds of strange things, Anton once learned a folk secret recipe of "hearing the voice of the world" from him.

The effect is very good.

There is also a magic spell of 'leave all the annoying little goblins', which is really effective against goblins with weak magic power.

However, no one knows whether Lockhart is dead or alive now.

Anton thought for a while, and went to Dumbledore with the information.

...

"curse……"

Dumbledore sighed, put down the materials, took off his crescent glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose.

Anton blinked, "Is it really a curse?"

"Ok."

Dumbledore crossed his fingers, put them flat on the table, and looked at Anton with a smile, "Just like casting a spell, we use our own will to command the magic to change. The same is true for curses. Wizards have different effects on the environment, targets, and beings. The casting of spells by the caster. In a similar fashion, so are blessings."

"Curses and blessings, contradictory yet consistent approaches."

"This kind of knowledge, apart from the Department of Mysteries of the Ministry of Magic, there is only one book in our Hogwarts library that can be found in the British wizarding world."

"The Crazy Witch's Husband Loves to Dance, you can borrow it." Dumbledore frowned slightly, "Mysticism is knowledge that modern wizards seldom get involved in, and more of it is scattered among the people. "

"But they obviously use potions to achieve the operation." Anton pointed to the information on the table, "You can also see that many potions in it make sense."

Dumbledore nodded, "In the original formula, it should have happened to be related. The descendants of the witch tribe sought improvements for generations, and slowly went deep into the potion. It almost passed This occult ritual is completely transformed into a potion."

"It's kind of like how you study the process of turning a spell into a potion, except that they haven't been completely successful yet."

"Speaking of which..."

Dumbledore waved his hand with a smile, and a cabinet door on the corner shelf opened, and an extremely thick book almost the size of a pillow flew out.

Boom~

The thick book fell on the table, making a dull sound.

""Another Name of Herbal Medicine", an encyclopedia dictionary that explains the meanings of various herbs in the field of magic.

Lao Deng raised a finger with a serious expression on his face, "Just tidying up doesn't mean the contents are all correct. I hope you remember this sentence."

Anton raised his eyebrows, and opened it gently, oh, the book cover is actually made of metal, which is really heavy.

For such a big book, the words inside are indeed the size of a fly, densely packed on a whole page.

"I remember the snake-changing candy and werewolf candy you made. Obviously, you have taken a solid step in the field of magic and potion transformation."

"This curse is of great significance for you to study further. Exploring the mysterious relationship between occultism and potions is a bit difficult for you, but it is enough for you to advance to a deeper field."

"The process of exploration, if you have any questions, you can ask me."

"While I was alive." Lao Deng raised his hand, signaling the curse on it.

Oh~ This is a joke from hell, Anton leaned back, and glanced at Lao Deng's black palm without any trace.

Curse, it seems that the legendary "most powerful dark wizard in history", Anton's dear Professor Voldemort, knows this stuff.

It's a pity that Lao Fu no longer knows where to go, and he has no way to find Lao Fu to learn about this aspect.

"I don't know much about curses, you can tell by looking at my hands." Dumbledore smiled slightly, "I would have wanted to introduce you to an old friend, but suddenly I thought of a more suitable candidate."

"?"

"The editor-in-chief of our school newspaper, Emok Aibo, is an experienced old reporter with a wide enough insight, especially in the past ten years he has been collecting some anecdotes."

"Emok Aibo?" Anton suddenly remembered how this Emok approached him that day, and how interested he was in him, so he couldn't help frowning.

"Professor Dumbledore, this Emok has a strong aura of confusion."

Old Deng was taken aback for a moment, "Confusion Curse?"

Anton nodded.

"Impossible! It is impossible for him to maintain the effect of this spell in front of me. Although I am old and my strength has faded, my vision..." Dumbledore obviously didn't believe it.

Anton shrugged, grinned, and looked a little shy, "Maybe it's because I'm good at observing?"

After finishing speaking, he sorted out the materials, opened the snuff box, and stuffed the extra-large edition of "Another Name for Herbal Medicine" into it.

"Then don't bother, Professor Dumbledore, thank you for your advice."

Lao Deng frowned and waved him to get out of here quickly, pretending to be in front of him, it was simply hateful.

"Confusion Curse..."

Dumbledore drew out his wand and tapped lightly on the desk surface, as if hitting the surface of a lake, and the water rippled.

After a while, a figure appeared on the screen.

It was Emok Aibo. He was obviously talking to some reporters who hadn't returned home. He looked extremely professional in his old posture with an indescribable majesty.

Lao Deng waved his magic wand, and a wooden box floated out of the cabinet. With a light touch, a basketball-sized eyeball flew beside him.

As a result, Emok in the water gradually changed his appearance, and the figure of a delicate little old man appeared.

"Gellert..."

Dumbledore stared blankly at the figure, and for some reason, tears welled up in his eyes, "You are old too."

He lightly touched the table with trembling fingers and pursed his lips.

I'm in a bad state today, it's not Calvin, it's because I'm a little tired, I'm sorry, there are only two chapters today.