Chapter 359 Diluted Wolf Blood

Maybe it's the timing that has developed to the point where...

Maybe Anton's magical strength has reached a certain level...

After Christmas, an obvious conspiracy against Dumbledore is slowly unfolding. Anton doesn't know whether it is luck or misfortune, and finally gets involved in this troubled water.

The few people Anton knew became cautious. The old wizard Fiennes almost hid in the office to do research except in class. Lupine and Professor McGonagall were sensitive to various things. Double agents like Snape Needless to say, it is very stable.

Influenced by these bigwigs, Anton also became suspicious.

No matter what happens next, the most important thing for him now is to deal with all the things that are not good for him.

Among them are some messy things hidden in the dormitory.

For example, the Elephant Elephant Vine placed on the window sill, and a box under the Elephant Elephant Vine, there are too many contraband in it.

The goblin Pedro wanted to let himself feed the old wizard Fiennes the 'Liquid of Fierce Fire' that he had left, so he put it in the box.

Even including the snuff box on his body, this kind of magic item that casts the 'No Trace Stretching Curse' in violation of regulations must be turned in for destruction according to the law.

Ministry of Magic law is a very elastic thing.

In normal times, they have formulated extremely strict rules and regulations, but deliberately let the department members not implement them, just superficially, so that no one cares how many laws they have formulated.

When it comes time to get serious, none of them can escape.

Stronger than the Malfoy family, Lucius could only take out all the contraband in his collection and sell them at a low price in the face of a search by the Ministry of Magic, let alone Anton.

But he has a better way of handling it.

Food elephant vine.

The elephant-eating vine brought from home has been cultivated for a long time, and it will bring these items to the deepest part of the ground, dormant in a state similar to hibernation.

And now the pot in my hand is usually placed on the windowsill of the bedroom, and it will replace the original support of the hut.

Then under the influence of the potion, it loses its activity, and only maintains the most basic tenacity and vitality.

After all, Elephant Elephant Vine is also a dangerous plant, isn't it?

Anton sorted out his things little by little, and finally took a breath. It seemed that he didn't have many serious things.

A wand not registered by the Ministry of Magic and used in violation of regulations. There is a small box, which is the result of Anton taking Jin Jialong to Knockturn Alley for wholesale.

Vials of werewolf and blood-cursed orc blood.

There are too many.

And there are many precious things, such as the Resurrection Stone, one of the three Deathly Hallows!

A gold nugget the size of a van, conjured out of the Sorcerer's Stone, has dug out a huge hole with experiment after experiment.

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Here, Anton was sorting out his things and cleaning up his hands, when the school infirmary ushered in a guest.

This is very strange, it is already 2:30 in the morning, no normal person would choose to visit a patient at this time, unless he has some ulterior secret.

Emok Abbott, editor of the school magazine, brother of Old Tom, owner of the Leaky Cauldron, and elder of Hannah Abbott's family.

A wizard with a spell of confusion all over his body.

Of course, this is Anton's judgment. If Lao Deng was at school, he would have reacted instantly to what was going on.

As Editor-in-Chief Aibo's leather boots hit the ground, Madam Pomfrey, the head nurse in the school infirmary, yawned, picked up the blanket on her knees, stood up from the wicker chair, and walked slowly to the nearest Inside your own lounge.

Several Beauxbaton students also curled up in the bed in a dazed state.

crunch~~~

The door of the school infirmary made a harsh sound in this quiet place, but no one responded.

Only Professor Harris got up in a panic and stood by the bed, holding a roll of parchment in his hand.

"I asked you to go to the hut, what did you find, what did you research?"

The editor-in-chief of Aibo turned around and sat on a chair with her legs crossed, looking at Harris calmly.

Harris looked a little nervous, carefully took out a small leather bag from the pocket of his wizard robe, opened it and took out a handful of 'Werewolf Experience Candy', "I don't have enough time to study, but I analyzed a very A substance similar to wolf's poison."

As he said that, he carefully placed the parchment on the bed next to Editor-in-Chief Aibo, with an indescribable piety on his face, and quickly backed away after putting it away, as if he was afraid that the smell on his body would suffocate him. Same as the other side.

Editor-in-Chief Aibo moved his nose, picked up the parchment and looked at it without changing his expression.

"Ferryling..." Editor-in-Chief Aibo shook the parchment in his hands, and smiled slightly, "I have always believed that your potion science wisdom is not enough for innovation, but your knowledge is more profound than anyone else."

Harris listened to the other party's praise with some excitement, and there were a few traces of joy on his old face.

"But ah..."

The editor-in-chief of Aibo shrugged, shook the parchment lightly, and watched it suddenly emit smoke and turn into fly ash in the faint blue flame.

"not enough."

Harris turned pale with fright, "Anthony is clearly on the right path to cure Wolfsbane. This potion made into candy is of great reference value to the entire potion science community..."

The editor-in-chief of Aibo shook his head, sighed, and gently lowered his right foot, and the leather boots slapped on the ground.

Harris was so scared that he swallowed all his words.

The editor-in-chief of Aibo walked slowly in front of Harris, put his hands lightly on his shoulders, turned his eyes into azure blue, and stared at him with his head tilted.

"I said, it's not enough."

"There is no potion, understand? There is no potion, the so-called 'werewolf experience candy' is actually just diluted werewolf blood to a certain extent. Anthony Weasley..."

Editor-in-Chief Aibo's eyes became extremely cold and indifferent, "He is doing vicious experiments on school students in the name of candy."

"How can this be..."

Professor Harris turned pale with fright, "This will kill that child!"

The corner of the editor-in-chief's mouth hooked up, and he patted Harris on the shoulder lightly, "I admire your knowledge of the professional field, and I admire your character, Freeling Harris..."

"But sometimes someone has to make a sacrifice."

Professor Harris pursed his lips, his face was full of struggles and entanglements, and finally sighed, "I'm relatively stupid, I don't understand these things, I choose to follow your command."

"very good."

The editor-in-chief of Aibo took a step back with a smile, his fingers were shaking in mid-air, and there was a cloud of black smoke on it.

Professor Harris was stunned for a moment, and quickly raised his hand to smell it, "You help me clear it..."

Aibo looked at the black mist with great interest, and shook it to let it dissipate.

"Take your students out of the school tonight, or Dumbledore will be angry when he comes back and sees you."

Professor Harris looked firm and shook his head, "I hope to make more contributions to you."

The editor-in-chief of Aibo smiled, patted him on the shoulder lightly, turned and left.

"You are fine."

ha~

Professor Harris almost laughed out loud. He saluted the back of Editor-in-Chief Aibo solemnly, "I will always be your loyal saint."

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The next day, countless copies of the Daily Prophet were flown around the world by owls.

In Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, all the children who had eaten the werewolf experience candy turned pale.

"This is slander!"

George and Fred and other members of the hut just stood up, and before they had time to speak, Draco yelled first, "Ha~ Rui... Pot, and I have both eaten werewolf experience candies."

He pointed at Harry Potter vigorously, "You said, you ate nine of them, did you become a werewolf?"

Harry Potter looked at him blankly, "Yes, yes, I didn't..."

Draco quickly turned his head to look at Professor McGonagall, without giving Harry any time to speak, "We all know that Professor Harris and Anthony had a duel, and they lost so much that they dared not come out of the Black Lake all day!"

"This is slander, this is slander, this is revenge!"

Draco roared, "This is a disgrace to Hogwarts, he is humiliating us!"

"We must not allow it!"

The other Slytherins followed suit, "Never allow it!"

Shouting, the other colleges followed suit.

"Never allow it!"

"Never allow it!"

Professor McGonagall looked at them seriously, "Children, be quiet, this matter will be handled by the school, please don't act aggressively!"

She turned her head and glanced at Professor Snape. Snape nodded, then turned and walked towards the stairs next to the auditorium. Bad state of development.

"All prefects take responsibility...."

Professor McGonagall grabbed each other's hands and placed them in front of him, looking solemnly at the sky outside the auditorium window.

Vaguely, some dark clouds are gathering.

Let’s do two updates today. I’ll adjust the time so that it will be updated on time at 8:00 tomorrow morning.