Chapter 569 Super Top Magizoologist

Hagrid's class today was about the magical animal 'Hippyrus', and Anton didn't have any interest in it.

This thing looks a bit like a combination of an eagle and a horse. Looking at its structure alone, you can tell that it doesn't feel comfortable to ride on.

Of course, it also has something to do with Hagrid.

Hagrid had sternly warned Anton to stay away from his hippogriff.

The reason is that Anton has the aura of thestrals on his body, which will make the Hippogriff feel frightened and go berserk.

Well, Hagrid was worried that if the hippogriff attacked Anton, he would be slaughtered.

Breath, what the eyes of magizoologists can see that others can't.

It's as if seers can see the degree of the 'Third Eye' in others. Professor Trelawney pronounced Hermione's talent for divination a few days ago-I said don't be unhappy, my dear, I found that the surrounding Your aura is small. Poor receptivity to future vibes.

This is what Neville said when he returned to the hut. He was frustrated that he had broken the professor's two cups clumsily, and he was a little afraid that the professor would give him such a comment.

Anton is immersed in the field of spells and has a similar ability. He can feel the 'emotions' of others.

Looking back carefully, these contents can be found in every corner of the original work. Just like the original work, it seems that everyone has not summarized these things, or in other words, at the student level, these will not be discussed.

Anton casually lay on his back on the lawn, pillowed on a big rock, and kept recalling some music-related videos he had watched in his previous life in his mind.

Some are played live, and some are used as background music.

With the quick comparison of memory, he quickly pulled out all kinds of music scores.

Manipulating this kind of thing on the memory level does not require any so-called absolute pitch, it is just some simple skills of screening and comparison.

Anton was even surprised to find that when he was in college, he was so bored watching a video about making pipas by hand.

Of course, the most important thing is that the young lady in the video is so cute, even the loose Hanfu can't hide the bulging bosom, and the small face like a loli is talking in a smoky voice, which is very interesting.

lute……

It's okay, anyway, Anton doesn't really care what instrument he uses.

Making a lute is not difficult for a wizard like him who has just stepped into the field of alchemy, and he doesn't even need to do it. A levitation spell can do it.

At this moment, he suddenly heard a cry of pain.

Lazily looking up, Hagrid was trying to put a hippogriff back into its collar which was struggling to pounce on Draco.

Draco fell to the ground hugging his arms, curled up on the ground, his wizard robes were stained with blood.

"I'm dying!"

Draco yelled, and the students made a fuss, "It's going to kill me!"

"You won't die." Hagrid's face was a little pale, and he was going to approach Draco in a panic. "Someone help me, he must be carried away from here, and I will take him to the school infirmary."

Hermione hurried to open the gate of the stable fence.

"..."

Anton sighed, let go of the wand against his head, let the memories mobilized by the goblin's memory sorting secret method be silenced to the depths of memory again, and slowly climbed up.

He walked slowly towards Draco.

Wherever they spoke along the way, everyone fell silent.

Only a few Slytherins were whispering, "That big man is dead, Malfoy is Anton's good friend."

Pushing away Harry, Goyle and others who were watching, Anton leaned in front of Draco, and pulled his arm up, yo ho, a long cut, which looked extraordinarily hideous.

"Wow~" Anton clicked his tongue, "If it gets any deeper, it will reach the bone."

"The Hippogriff is just a magical animal with a danger level of 3X, and it has such attack power with a light grasp. Draco, you should be glad that you were only caught in the arm. If it was the stomach, the intestines will flow out now. "

"!!!" Draco's originally pale complexion became even more pale with fright, as if he was about to die, "Hurry up and save me...I don't want to die!"

Anton rolled his eyes, "What a big deal."

The snuffbox flew out from the pocket of his wizard robe, a cauldron jumped beside him, a pink and tender mouse jumped into the cauldron, several potion ingredients quickly split in mid-air, and then flew in , and then a long-necked glass jug poured some water into the cauldron.

After a while, a stream of blood-red and dark-green potion swirled up from the cauldron and poured from Draco's wailing mouth.

In just an instant, the wound on Draco's arm healed quickly, as if the opened zipper was closed, and no wound could be seen at all.

"Wow~~"

The little wizards around let out exclamations of wonder.

The students at the back couldn't see the situation, and looked towards the probe one after another.

Hermione, who was standing in the innermost circle, looked at the crucible next to Anton suspiciously. If it wasn't an illusion, then the order and handling of the ingredients for the potion that I saw just now, except for the mouse, should be the same. Vice - Tranquility Potion!

A common formulation used to treat mania, it calms a person.

The question mark on the face of the little witch, can the quiet decoction and a mouse be used for treatment?

Hermione once suspected that she had read a fake book.

Oh~

Of course, this scholar was not mistaken.

Anton's main healing method is actually not a potion, but a magic spell, a magic spell with a very good healing effect-life crawling.

With a small wound like Draco's muscle that hasn't broken the bone yet, the life force that a mouse can provide is even too much.

Um.

The only problem is that this thing is actually a high-end black magic, not suitable for public use.

After all, this is the most adept spell used by a Dark Lord in the Middle Ages, and this spell is almost becoming the mark of that demon. Since he was infected by the vampire virus, he has a unique hobby for human blood.

(This spell was first used in Chapter 273)

While waiting for Draco to recover, Anton was still talking, "According to the Ministry of Magic (M.O.M.) magical animal danger classification level, XXX danger level means that capable wizards can handle it, but in fact This judgment standard is for magizoologists. Ordinary adult wizards have almost no way to deal with such terrifying magical animals."

Anton raised his eyebrows at Draco, "If you are outside the school and want to consult a magizoologist on how to deal with a 3X magical animal, do you know how much it will cost you? Zoologists don't like teaching people how to deal with magical animals."

"Professor Hagrid is a top magizoologist. His magical animal hybrid technology is the top in the wizarding world. He can even be said to be Dumbledore in the circle of magizoologists. He is also the only one who can breed on a large scale. Super top magizoologist with 4X danger level (Thestrals, unicorns, etc.) and 5X danger level (Acromantula)."

Anton slapped Draco's wound.

Draco let out a cry of pain, suddenly looked at his arm in doubt, and raised his head in amazement, "I'm alright?"

Anton shrugged, "I said, what a big deal."

The snuffbox floating in mid-air opened its mouth suddenly, swallowed the cauldron on the ground, and jumped into the pocket of his wizard robe.

He pulled Draco up, "You should learn to respect a top magizoologist and follow their advice. Not every little wizard is lucky enough to attend a wizard class of this level. You See if Dumbledore will give us a lesson?"

"If Hogwarts hadn't had a forest as large as the Forbidden Forest, Professor Dumbledore would have no way to keep Hagrid. Magizoologists also have their own pursuits."

Draco looked at Anton in a daze, and then at Hagrid. He really couldn't imagine that this silly big man would be such a powerful existence.

this……

"Do you want to try again? You know, just now Harry easily sat on it and flew around."

Fighting spirit was burning in Draco's eyes, "Of course, of course I can."

"Quack quack..."

Anton patted him on the shoulder, "Great."

Hagrid blushed, oh, he had never been praised like this before, "No... no, senior Newt can also be raised on a large scale, I..."

Oh, the 65-year-old is getting shy.