Chapter 52 Business Elite

It is already winter near Christmas, and the sky in London is full of snowflakes.

Anton, who was riding on the broomstick, shivered. His time was so full every day that he didn't have much time to learn unnecessary spells.

Otherwise, give yourself a magic spell to warm your body now...

"Oh~"

Anton breathed out comfortably, and he found that his whole body became warm, and the strong wind blowing around him also softened.

Looking back in surprise, I saw Miss Ilsa put the wand back into the wizard robe.

"thanks."

Ilsa twitched the corners of her mouth, indicating that she was smiling. She was so full of complexity that she really couldn't smile.

Werewolves!

Why Lupine is a werewolf!

During this long month, she lived in regret every day. She hated how she had taken a step back when Lupine said she was a werewolf, the step that made it impossible for her to see Lupin again.

After struggling for three days, she suddenly realized that she really fell in love with this gentle man, and she was willing to accept everything from him, even if it was a werewolf.

However, this Lupine is said to be a very clever nephew, but he chose this time to bring himself to find Lupine...

This is a test, dare to go is only the first step.

She didn't know what kind of scene she would see next, she was very nervous, and she even began to worry about her performance then.

Will she shrink back involuntarily again?

Do not!

no way!

The ride is a broomstick, shuttling through the snow, and the sunset gradually falls from the distant peaks.

Anton waved his wand again.

A cursor appeared in front of him, turned around, and pointed to the northwest direction.

Obviously, this magic version of navigation still has room for improvement. It cannot move, and there is no way to continuously guide the way according to the distance like the car navigation.

They can only stop and go, constantly using the cursor to determine the next direction.

But Anton soon discovered the pattern.

Looking down from a high altitude, a long train track is always in sight.

"Hahaha, it's so interesting, Lupine actually left London by train?" The two stopped above a certain platform of the train, and the cursor magic pointed to a certain position again.

"Is it strange?" Ilsa looked at him suspiciously, "Lupine is a business elite, isn't it very common to take the train?"

She often invites Lupin to the restaurant together, and she can feel that Lupine is a little embarrassed every time he sees her driving, and secretly signed up for a training class to apply for a driver's license.

"Business elite?" Anton smiled strangely, "It's so interesting."

He looked at Ilsa seriously, "Maybe next you may meet a real Lupine, who has escaped the exquisite appearance of modern society and is just an ordinary him."

Ilsa pursed her lips, "I will accept everything from him!"

His tone was firmer than ever before.

Anton shrugged and smiled hehehe.

Regardless of his identity as a werewolf, Lupine is a real wizard, the kind of wizard who still lived in Europe in the last century.

A wizard like Ilsa who actively integrates into modern society, to be honest, Anton has seen such a one.

The two flew again, and at this moment, the sun finally set.

A bright moon rose.

Round, exuding a bright light.

They flew over the city, the suburbs, and the village, and as Anton expected, they flew over the barren mountains.

The magic of the cursor changed, and after turning it, it pointed straight down.

Pushing down the broomstick, a cave appeared in front of him, and the roar of the werewolf could be heard faintly.

Landing, standing outside the cave, Anton raised his eyebrows.

He took off his hat and gracefully extended his hand, "Ladies first!"

Ilsa was so nervous that she couldn't help but rolled her eyes when she saw Anton's narrow smile. This little wizard, who was well educated by his uncle, is indeed very smart, and has the same elegance and decency as his uncle.

But it's just too funny, he seems to like to read other people's jokes, and he doesn't know who is influenced by it. She couldn't help but think of the goblin and ghost of the Lupine family who quarreled every day.

No amount of random thinking could cover up her panic, and finally she strengthened her faith and walked vigorously into the cave step by step.

The werewolf growled louder.

This is a cave formed by the extrusion of many rocks. Turn left and right, and sometimes go sideways into a small gap, and finally a spacious place appears in front of you.

Surrounded by walls of earth and stone, covered with moss and unknown plants, there is a large gap above, and the moonlight shines from above.

Thick chains were tied to the wall, locking a huge werewolf tightly.

The werewolf was tall, and she had to look up as hard as she could to see his head.

It's that big.

With the fangs like a beast, with the roar, saliva drips from the huge mouth. Amidst the thick wolf fur, a pair of eyes eager to tear everything apart are full of tyranny.

"Lupin!"

Ilsa covered her mouth, her voice choked with sobs.

The werewolf only roared back to her, struggling to drive the chain to rattle, it became more and more angry, its huge wolf claws clasped and grabbed the wall forcefully, and the mud flew.

"I won't back down, Lupine!" Ilsa walked decisively, staring at the werewolf, slowly approaching, raising her slender neck, "Bite me, and turn me into a werewolf too!"

"That way we can be together forever."

Oh, the werewolf would not be polite with such a delicious mass of meat in front of him, he lowered his head angrily, and was about to bite down on his neck.

Ilsa closed her eyes with hope of happiness on her face.

"Armor protection!"

The curse light shone on her body, and the werewolf seemed to have bitten an iron plate, shaking his head in pain.

Anton pulled her back.

Ilsa's face was full of fear for the rest of her life, but she stared at Anton angrily, "Why did you pull me back and turn me into a werewolf, I want to follow..."

Anton sighed helplessly, "You can't become a werewolf, your neck is so thin, and his mouth is so big, the biggest possibility is that he bit off your neck."

"Even if you really become a werewolf, Lupine will definitely find me desperately after he wakes up."

"I……"

The tears in Ilsa's eyes finally couldn't help flowing down, she trembled her lips, and her whole body exuded strong sadness, "I don't know what to do, I don't know."

Anton shrugged, "The world of wizards is not as beautiful as I imagined. Although there is magical magic, I always encounter a lot of bad things. I know a person whose relatives turned into a snake , just like werewolves, who don’t know anyone, just want to attack people.”

He looked up at the werewolf in admiration, and shook his head, "Sometimes it really makes people despair."

Ilsa sat on the ground sadly, staring blankly at Lupine.

Anton took out a bottle of prepared 'wizard eyes' potion, drank it, and approached.

Enduring the trance and nausea brought by the potion, he stared closely at the werewolf magic image that turned into countless twisted and surging lines.

Unlike the first time he entered Lupin's body and looked inward through the soul-shifting spell, from the outside, although he couldn't see the deepest details, he could see the overall changes more clearly.

"Wow~"

The magic image is as exquisite as a work of art.

"It's much, much more complicated than snakes. No wonder the teacher is so obsessed with werewolves." Anton's pupils became huge, with countless stars shining inside.

The habitual recording magic showed countless bright lines beside him, recording all the changes bit by bit.

But this change was too complicated, so he had to focus on the werewolf's arm and start from the details.

"Tsk tsk tsk, the teacher likes to talk big, the last step of a great experiment is just the beginning, heh."

Ilsa didn't know what the little nephew was talking about, but she opened her hands to block Anton's face, and looked at Anton angrily, "You are not allowed to point fingers at him, it is not his fault that he turned into a werewolf , he is a poor injured man!"

Anton raised his lips, "Of course."