Chapter 412 Strolling in the Garden
Maybe there is no such thing as clothing in this world. The free and unrestrained Anton stood there, it seemed that the ragged prison uniform on his body had really turned into a striped fashion.
This child holds a magic wand in one hand, as if he is activating the most essential magic power in the world, always with a certain rhythm at all times.
Facing so many big figures, facing the gathering of these high-ranking and top-level wizards, facing so many scrutinizing and even hostile eyes...
As he walked, he looked very contented, as if he was really holding a 'new book release conference' rather than being judged.
He put his hands behind his back and looked up at these people, but his eyes seemed to be looking at the stars and the ocean.
"Before I give them the potion, I want to briefly explain the reasoning here, lest someone help me add a lot of messy conspiracy theories to the theory."
"Lycanthomas is a curse, a forced transformation with will."
"But in essence, it is an incomplete potion with self-replication."
The original whispers of the people on the stage gradually quieted down, and everyone listened to Anton's words.
Everyone has a kind of shock from the depths of their souls, as if they are about to hear a brand-new magic theory, which will solve the huge problem of werewolves for thousands of years, completely and subversively.
"When we have this clear cognitive premise..."
Seeing that no one paid any attention to the two bottles of potions, Anton let them float down and fly to his side.
"We will be surprised to find that the wolfsbane potion lacks two most important elements, one is moonlight and the other is time."
"This is actually something that is easy to detect. Werewolves have a mandatory transformation every month, and there is only one time."
Anton paced around the round platform as he spoke, "Moonlight is a potion ingredient. I believe everyone here is well aware of this fact. It can bring about the most subtle changes in things. Perceptions are closely related.”
The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, as if he had mentioned an interesting topic, "I don't want to talk about anthropocentrism, after all, the goblins controlled the world before humans, but the moonlight's magical influence, it will Things become what humans fear most."
"It is limited to the fear of night in human cognition."
"It's an interesting finding."
"Our human ancestors always faced the fear of wild beasts in the wilderness, in caves, between oceans and forests, and this fear was often carried out under the moonlight."
"But what's interesting is that in the category of ritual magic, we can find the magic power of moonlight, which is the magic power of conceiving everything like a mother. As a symbol of this kind of thing, maybe we see plants that have accumulated power for a day during the day suddenly appearing at night. You can experience it by thriving.”
"Werewolves, inexplicably fit this point."
"I don't think I need to go into too much detail. The same is true for time. They are all an influence around the overall cognition of human beings."
"So……"
Anton lightly waved the magic wand in his hand, and the iron cage beside him deformed rapidly. The steel railings with two thick thumbs restrained the werewolf beside him, and all the other structures turned into a chair, restraining the roaring werewolf forcibly. on top.
The purple bottle of potion automatically opened the cork, and the liquid inside flew out, swimming in mid-air, and drifting into the werewolf's mouth little by little.
"When we consciously use Wolf's Poison as a potion and add the two elements of moonlight and time to complete the complete potion formula, we will have a way to reversely develop an antidote to the poison of this potion."
"This is the origin of the 'eliminate human body deformation potion'."
"In the same way, when we have the potion and antidote, we can reverse it again and naturally have a way to temporarily turn humans into werewolves. This is the 'werewolf experience candy'."
The werewolf struggled and roared, and was finally strangled by the chains extending from the two chairs, and the potion poured in instantly.
It began to shake rapidly, and its body swelled and twisted like a bubble.
"Roar~~~~"
It let out a final roar from its throat, all the hair retracted into its body, its huge body shrunk rapidly, and its long mouth became smaller and smaller while shaking.
In the end, he turned into a middle-aged man with a beard. Under everyone's gaze, he shrank his body timidly.
At this time, Anton threw a piece of cloth on the table towards him, and the cloth quickly deformed in mid-air, clinging to the middle-aged man's body, and finally turned into a loose wizard robe, leaving him a bit of face .
"I……"
The middle-aged man stared blankly at his hands, then looked at Anton again, feeling the light from the bright moon in the sky, his voice hoarse, his lips trembling, "Am I fully recovered?"
Anton nodded with a smile.
"I won't become a werewolf again?" His voice was filled with joy, with some inexplicable crying, he raised his head and looked at Anton full of hope, his whole body was tense, not daring to shake , I am afraid that it will affect my misheard.
Anton sighed, walked over and stretched out his hand gently, "No, everything is over, you can stand up now."
The middle-aged man's eyes were full of confusion, and he looked at Anton's hands and eyes, "I don't need to be a werewolf anymore? I don't need to be a werewolf anymore. Haha, I don't need to be a werewolf anymore!!!"
He knelt on the ground and roared, "Ahhhh~~~~~"
He screamed hoarsely, as if he was venting the misery accumulated in his whole life.
Yelling and yelling, he lay on the ground and began to cry, yelling a woman's name, "Amelia...Amelia..."
Anton patted his shoulder lightly with his outstretched hand and sighed.
The people on the stage also had complex expressions. No matter how they discriminate against werewolves, when a person's misery is shown in front of them, why can't they feel a little compassion.
Even if only temporarily.
Fudge might not, seeing that the werewolf was over, he couldn't wait to call a few Aurors to take the werewolf down, signaling Anton to continue.
Will it be easy for him to summon all the top wizards?
Was it easy when he sent Anton over to show the effect of the potion?
When he squeezed out the funds for this time bit by bit from the budgets of countless departments, is it easy to support the materials for this potion configuration?
You know, he was worried that Anton was too young and might not be proficient in the experimental techniques, but he specially prepared double the potion ingredients.
Many of them are not even available for purchase with Gold Galleons!
No one knows how much he has paid for this feast, and no one will be grateful to him. Just like that, can he be expected to pity this shitty werewolf?
Why didn't anyone come to pity him, the weak and helpless Minister of Magic?
Huh?
Thinking of this, Fudge looked suspiciously at the potion ingredients that seemed to be used up, and suddenly stared at the last bottle of potion with red liquid...
This thing...
Where did it come from?
Or, what the hell is this thing?
It’s not written in Anton’s book! ! !
He couldn't understand at all, since they planned to publish a professional book, and since they had written every step so clearly, Anton actually had other potion formulas that he didn't write down?
How old is this? Can you research so much? Started research while in the womb?
Fudge had a very bad premonition in his heart, for this bottle of potion that suddenly appeared, for this child that he couldn't control.
Hiss~~
He seemed to have done something stupid by preparing excess potions.
I just don't know if it's too late to take this bottle of potion away, so don't make any fools.
Everything is perfect now, isn't it?
He quickly raised his head and looked at the stands on the stone steps. Sure enough, many people had already shown great interest in this bottle of potion that Anton hadn't explained yet.
Damn it!
Damn damn damn damn!