Chapter 459 There Is a Certain Degree of Toxicity

There is a word to describe food - it melts in your mouth.

When Anton chewed this crystal clear and transparent orange-yellow ball, it really melted in his saliva when it was squeezed to a certain point.

The taste is a bit fishy, ​​with a burning heat similar to white wine, burning all the way down the throat to the stomach.

"It has a certain toxicity." Anton tasted the feeling of his mouth carefully, his tongue was a little numb, similar to the feeling of dry chewing chili being burned by chili.

"This thing clears the throat." He smacked his mouth again. The hot feeling came and went quickly. In just a moment, the whole mouth and throat felt a cold feeling, as if eating a piece of mint .

Everyone stared at Anton carefully, Neville's face became terrified, "Anton, your face is turning purple!"

Anton nodded, "Yes, as I said, it has a certain degree of toxicity."

Neville's eyes were wide open, as if the eyeballs were about to pop out, and Hannah beside him grabbed his arm nervously, pinching him painfully.

They stared closely at Anton's cheeks, the shape of blood vessels emerged from the neck, with a black and purple appearance, and spread to the eye sockets little by little.

The snuffbox flew out of the wizard's robe, and several potion ingredients and a cauldron floated out of it, quickly operating in mid-air.

George and Fred looked at each other and swallowed.

They once thought about whether they should eat this potion ingredient as Anton often did, um, try it at the entrance of Madam Pomfrey's school infirmary.

However, they thought of Neville who had the courage to learn from Anton, always tried Hannah's new products, and often had various symptoms, and finally the fear of the unknown overwhelmed the desire to die.

They're just naughty, not stupid.

Now, they are extremely fortunate to have made this decision. Anton's so-called "somewhat toxic" toxicity judgment standard may be higher than the general theory of potions.

"Huh?"

Anton suddenly lowered his head, his two magic eyes looked at his belly.

"I feel like I'm getting fluffy!"

George pursed his lips nervously, and Fred looked at Anton suspiciously, "We can't see that you have become puffy?"

"It's the soul." Anton murmured, quickly pulled out the wand from the pocket of the wizard robe, flipped his wrist, and placed it on his forehead.

Along the colorful fog, his vision all the way to the depths of the soul.

Anton almost formed muscle memory for this kind of proficient operation, but this time, he had to use the wand for assistance.

Even so, he felt that he had become stuck, as if the whole world had become sluggish.

The multicolored mist passage flickered, and from time to time some blurred images appeared.

And his soul has indeed become fluffy, the black thread of the soul that should have quickly condensed into a human body is becoming fluffy into a ball.

Anthony Weasley's soul was lumped, Anton's soul was lumped, and a ray of sunshine (the Patronus Charm) was also lumped.

That feeling is like the touch of the hybrid 'Rabbit Fluffy' that George and the others bred.

"Do you still remember the secret room under the back kitchen of the school where you can transform into magical animals?" Anton murmured thoughtfully, "It's full of lightning, it's a constant 'mind thunder', an extremely high-end And it's very difficult to actually manipulate magical phenomena that mostly can only be found in nature."

"The 'Human Transformation Elimination Potion' I configured contains a simulated formula containing 'Mind Thunder'."

"Earlier, after I consciously incorporated it into the formula, I didn't think about it specifically. I just subconsciously regarded it as a common operation, and I didn't realize it until now. I forgot to write it in the book "Muggles, Werewolves and Pure Blood". .”

"But it's okay, I don't expect anyone to optimize my formula."

"Hey, if someone who thinks they are smart thinks they can simplify the formula of the potion and omit some potion ingredients that they think are useless, then there is a serious missing link, and something will happen."

"Quack quack..."

Anton raised his head, his eyes seemed to have become hollow and lifeless, "Do you remember why you built this animal pen?"

"Of course I remember." George and Fred said at the same time, "Neville suggested that we cultivate the potion material for the 'Distortion Potion' by ourselves, and use the hybridization of magical animals and plants to reduce the difficulty."

Anton smiled slightly, "I'm honored to inform you that the goal has been achieved. This thing can really reduce the cost and procedures of preparing this potion."

"Moreover, it blends with saliva and has anti-vibration properties, which can prolong the preservation effect of the potion after it is made."

George's eyes lit up, and he and Fred excitedly clapped their hands together, "We are indeed the lucky ones, you know, the breeding of rabbit fluff was originally just to get research and development funds for the next breeding of magical animals."

"Yes, George, we are lucky enough." Fred laughed.

Neville looked at Anton nervously, "We can talk about these things later, Anton, your face is starting to turn black."

Anton smacked his mouth regretfully, "It's a pity that the toxicity has exceeded the limit of the human body's tolerance. I think it still has many characteristics that can be tapped."

He waved his hand, and let the potion decoction in the floating cauldron fly into his mouth.

Finally, the changes on his face stopped.

But it was just stagnant, and did not subside.

"Is there anything growing around this shit?"

George shook his head, "We collected them all and put them in glass jars."

Fred nodded, "We thought this thing would be useful."

Instead, Hannah exclaimed, "Yes, I asked them for some, and tried to use it to optimize the soil. A kind of mushroom really grew out, it's just...just...."

She frowned, "It looks a little scary, but also a little cute, a bit like the plants in the wine barrel hut we bought."

Anton nodded thoughtfully, "Bring some here, maybe this is the antidote."

He felt the changes in his body, "The potion soup I prepared can last for about ten minutes."

"!!!" Hannah screamed and jumped up, "Ten minutes is too late to return to the greenhouse, Merlin's beard, Anton, why are you so slow?"

She was anxious to run to the entrance and exit cabin of the stable.

Neville thought for a while, and quickly rushed to the pile of rabbit fluff to find it, and finally pulled out the fat ball trapped in the rabbit fluff, "Anton, hurry up, turn it into a fire dragon!"

Anton raised his eyebrows and looked at Neville in surprise, "Wow~ Neville, I am surprised by your change!"

Neville growled anxiously, "Hurry up, we'll talk about this later."

"Okay, okay." Anton waved his wand against Fat Ball's body, "Shenfeng Wuying."

Soul Scalpel 2.0 version.

Compared to the Soul Scalpel of the 'Cruciatus' spell, it lacks flexibility and is more stable.

Boom!

Fat Ball quickly sucked in the earthworm near its mouth, its fluffy wings fluttered, and it instantly turned into a fire dragon with pink feathers.

It flapped its wings, and a large amount of rainwater gathered around it, and the water vapor filled the air, drenching several people in an instant.

Neville didn't even bat an eye, he waved his wand firmly, meticulously, and quickly, "Armor protects you!"

After quickly casting the Iron Armor Charm on Hannah and himself, Neville pulled Hannah with one hand, jumped onto Fatball's back, and grabbed the feathers on Fatball's back with the other hand.

"Quick! Fatball, go to the greenhouse!"

Boom~

The huge wings flapped, the sharp claws grabbed and flicked the ground, the dirt flew, and the fat ball rushed into the sky in an instant.

"Hurry up, hurry up, Fatball, is your speed like this?" Neville roared on Fatball's back.

Accompanied by Hannah's panicked cry on the dragon's back, she quickly left.

Anton whistled, looked at George and the others, "Have you seen Neville's growth?"

Fred spread his hands, looking a little helpless, "After he and Ron Harry had a conflict, he seemed to have grown up overnight."

George put his elbow on Fred's shoulder and sighed, "At the worst time in life, his spiritual mentor and idol Anthony Weasley was arrested in Azkaban again, and no one knew that he had How hopeless."

"That's it..."

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With his hands behind his back, Anton smiled and looked at Fat Ball and the others, which had turned into a small black spot on the horizon.