Chapter 4 Moon Face

Anton finally knew the specific function of the Soul Shifting Curse.

As the spell was activated, he felt his whole body being hooked by a huge hook on his forehead, rushing forward along the light emitted by the spell.

Then, like a fish out of water, he jumped into the water again, and the feeling of being pulled became relaxed again.

After a moment of trance, he felt his body in shock.

A feeling of extreme age and weakness came from the depths of his body, and he looked forward with great effort, only to see a young wizard standing in front of him.

That's me!

He actually switched bodies with the old wizard!

Only then did he fully see what the body he traveled through looked like.

A head of red hair, a little lighter than the color of the Ron family seen in Diagon Alley today, with a platinum color. Light blue eyes, fair skin.

Except for the lack of freckles, he actually looks a bit like Ron!

relative?

Anton didn't know, but he finally understood why Ron kept staring at him.

Before he had time to look more carefully, a feeling of emptiness flooded his heart, as if a rubber band that had been stretched for a long time was instantly bounced back to his body.

Opening his eyes again, the old wizard walked up quickly and poured a glass of fruit wine into his mouth.

His eyes seemed to be looking at rare treasures, "Quak Ga Ga, you will be my best apprentice, such a talent, you are really useful."

What does too useful mean?

But at least the old wizard treated him much better, and even kindly told him to go to a small bedroom on the first floor to rest.

Except taking back that old wand.

Anton slept for two days before he recovered.

There was still a faint tingling feeling in his mind, and he wondered if it was because he had released magic beyond his ability.

He could feel his weakness and wanted to lie back in bed and continue to sleep.

But no, he has been hungry for two days, and if he doesn't cook, he will starve to death.

The old wizard had obviously just returned from a trip, and he smelled faintly of lamb chops and beer.

As a result, Anton felt more and more hungry.

Sighing, don't expect the old wizard to let him have a good meal. After cooking a simple bowl of sliced ​​noodles, Anton squatted by the stove and ate profusely.

Sure enough, sleeping and eating are the best ways for humans to restore themselves.

Feeling much better, as soon as he walked out of the kitchen, he was grabbed by the sharp-eyed old wizard and began to process the herbs piled up in the corner.

"Scurvy can only take the leaves, so it must be picked carefully, and no trace of root system can be mixed in."

The old wizard's eyes shot out a playful light, "Trust me, you definitely don't want to die of massive ischemia after drinking the potion."

Anton was stunned, "Is this for me?"

"After picking it, mash it together with the spotted tiger grass, pour it into the blood of the salamander, and when it boils, throw this leech in." The old wizard burped, stretched his waist, and shook his head. Grabbing the handrail of the stairs unsteadily.

"Hurry up, damn it, you've already wasted two days of my time, and you're dead before it's too late."

The old wizard grumbled and went upstairs.

Anton curled his lips, afraid he couldn't do it himself if it was too late?

Is the potion prepared this time for myself? He looked at all kinds of messy raw materials and felt panicked.

There was a cage of mice and a few caterpillars inside.

This was not the first time Anton drank a potion. Once Anton drank some kind of weird and sticky potion, his whole body was covered with blisters, and he almost died of dehydration.

"Be patient."

Anton took a deep breath. He couldn't panic, otherwise he would make mistakes.

This old wizard is not a kind person, just in front of him, he killed seven or eight people in just two months.

Will he kill himself? This is a question that is beyond doubt. This black wizard has killed more than one apprentice, and the reason for one of them was just a bad mood.

Putting on his gloves, Anton pounded the herbs silently.

Bit by bit, the fear and killing intent in my heart were processed into a sauce, which was completely buried in the deepest part of my heart.

The complexity of this potion simply exceeded Anton's imagination.

It involves the preparation of more than 30 kinds of medicinal materials, some of which even have to be exposed to the sun, and some have to be burned to ashes.

There is also an interval of one day and three days in between.

The old wizard found a large metal cross and tied the middle-aged man with chains, "Tomorrow is the night of the full moon, and your time is running out."

This was not addressed to the werewolf, but to Anton.

Anton bowed his head in silence, silently stirring the potion with the old wand, and could feel the magic power being absorbed by the pot of potion along the wand.

Viscous bubbles popped up from the dark green soup, and under the influence of magic power, traces of light red spread.

While maintaining the output of magic power, he was thinking about the only 'soul-moving spell' he knew.

Having read the novel, he knows several spells of spells, but he doesn't know the gestures to cast spells, and he doesn't know what emotions are invoked.

It's even questionable whether every spell requires an emotion.

So, can the soul-shifting spell be directly used as a means of attack?

Give the old wizard another blow, and at the moment when the soul is transferred to the opponent's body, take the knife on the table and give it to his neck?

He didn't know if it would cause his death and the old wizard enter his body to get a new life.

Anton knew too little about spells.

Finally, the soup was completely adjusted.

There was only a smear of transparent light red potion on the bottom of the pot, and dark green stars shone in the potion, which looked extremely beautiful.

"Haha~" The old wizard stared at the potion happily.

"With such a high quality, those who need to refine the potion are full of malice." His expression was half teasing, half joking.

"Only strong malice can have such a perfect quality." The old wizard drew out his wand in admiration.

"So, what should I reward you with?"

"Cruciatus!" The light of the curse quickly rolled along the air and reached Anton's chest in an instant.

There was simply no time to react.

Countless small knives cut crazily in the body.

Anton let out a scream of pain.

"Ho ho ho..." He grabbed the crack of the floor hard, gritting his teeth to prevent himself from making another painful sound.

The eyes staring at the ground became extremely cold.

"Disarm you!"

The old wand in Anton's hand flew and fell into the hands of the old wizard.

"You should learn to obey fate, honestly."

The old wizard whistled, walked to his desk and sat down, packed the manuscript and put it in the suitcase.

He turned his head to look at the middle-aged man, "There is only one last step left, haha, my experiment is about to be completed."

The middle-aged man looked at Anton, who was paralyzed on the ground, and sighed, "You shouldn't do this to a child."

"Haha." The old wizard smiled, "It's really strange, I caught you just because you wanted to attack the little wizard."

"No, after I turned into a werewolf, I couldn't control myself at all. I didn't have any malicious intentions." The middle-aged man's eyes flashed with pain, "I locked myself up, but someone moved and opened my door , deliberately let me go out to harm people."

The old wizard whistled, "Very well, you touched me."

"I decided to record your name in the experimental data to reward you for your contribution to this great experiment. What's your name?"

The middle-aged man laughed at himself, "Moon face."

"A great name." The old wizard smiled and picked up the quill.

The eyes of Anton, who was lying on the ground and twitching, lit up.

Moon face?

Isn't this Lupine?

This person is not weak, and there is no one who can be selected by Dumbledore to join the Order of the Phoenix.

Well, he might need a wand!