Chapter 312 Replacement

Anton's head has been filled with magic potion recipes lately, each one more evil than the other, making him almost neurotic.

Just go out and walk around and relax.

There are too many potions for thinking and retrieving memories, but potions that deeply affect the memory in the soul are extremely complex and dangerous.

This requires in-depth research before mixing the potion, otherwise it may easily lead to some unpredictable dangers.

Anton had to be cautious.

He feels that according to the current progress, he should be able to completely master this knowledge this semester.

Don't be anxious, take your time, you won't become fat in one sitting.

Hagrid's hut is not far from Anton's hut. When passing the pumpkin patch, you can still see a large bush of elephant vine growing wildly.

Hagrid is still struggling with what to make of his new house, and he needs Anton's help.

Yes, Hagrid's talent in cultivating magical animals is super strong, but in cultivating herbs, well..., it can't be said to be very low, it can only be said to be almost non-existent.

Not to mention controlling the elephant vine to weave the shape he wants.

The plant next to the pumpkin patch was first brought by Anton to help feed it, and then Hannah and Neville almost came to help take care of it, otherwise it would have died long ago.

"Hey, Hagrid." As soon as Anton entered the door, he saw Ron holding a bucket and spitting out slugs.

The atmosphere in Hagrid's hut was not good. Hagrid's face was full of anger, Harry looked at Ron with concern, and Hermione sat aside with a sad face, obviously affected by Draco's words of 'Mudblood' It hurts.

Anton was not here to uphold justice, and he didn't have much communication with Hermione. He just kept silent and did not mention this aspect.

He was more interested in Ron.

Already vomited up half a bucket of slugs.

Slugs are actually a kind of potion material. They look the same as slugs in the Muggle world, but they are actually fundamentally different. They contain magical powers.

This is amazing.

Colorful whirlpools filled Anton's eyes as he stared at the magic image that appeared on Ron's body. From this perspective, the wizard always presented a human-shaped color block. Only the magic released would have the structure of magic lines that could be observed.

But here's the fun part.

Slugs are a kind of living thing. Ron is creating life forms out of thin air, and he is making them endlessly.

This is outrageous.

Slugs, a magical potion material, can be produced casually with just one spell?

If you look at what Anton has learned in previous classes, this is a form of transformation and a type of summoning spell.

Among the transfiguration techniques, it is easiest to change from snake to bird. Common spells include 'Oolong comes out of the hole' and 'Flock of birds'.

Transforming into a slug is a bit powerful. This is no longer an ordinary animal, but a magical potion material.

Harry Potter looked at Anton's weird eyes with some fear, but bravely stood up and stood in front of Ron, "Anthony, what are you doing?"

Anton smiled slightly, "Bring him to my hut, I will mix some magic potion for him, and he will be fine after drinking it."

If... it matches the expected guess.

If that doesn't work, Anton can cast a counter-curse to Ron's Slug Curse. Although he doesn't know how to do it, it's easy to go to the library to learn it temporarily.

Harry looked at Anton warily.

"Hey, Harry, you can't do this." Hagrid helped, "Anton is a good boy."

Wow, it feels good to be protected.

Anton looked at Harry and raised his eyebrows, "You can't discriminate against me just because I'm a Slytherin. You know, Gryffindor also has dark wizards."

Harry was stunned and looked at Hagrid in disbelief. Hagrid could only shrug helplessly, "There will always be some bad guys."

Finally, Harry and Hermione helped Ron follow Anton.

But Hagrid asked with concern, "Anton, have you fed the little fur ball properly? Oh, it's your pink sub-dragon."

"..." Anton blinked. This was a bit embarrassing. Fat Bird seemed to have been running to the Forbidden Forest for a long time.

The last time I fed the fattened birds was...well, the last time.

Anton thought about the meal he prepared for the fat bird last time and nodded seriously, "Well, it ate well."

"That's good, I've been worried about it since you took it back."

"Haha, really, no, I'm taking care of it." Anton scratched his head in embarrassment.

…

…

The crucible floated in mid-air, and various potion ingredients flew in, turning into a pot of rich soup with a pungent smell.

A mouse flew up, and under the influence of the spell, it instantly peeled off its internal organs and fell into the soup.

Ron looked at the pot of potion with fear on his face.

"..."

He struggled to grab Harry's arm, wanting to say that he felt better now, that he didn't want to drink the potion, and that he wanted to go back to his dormitory.

Take a nap, yes, take a nap and you'll be fine.

real.

Harry swallowed and nodded quietly to Ron, indicating that he understood what he meant. If Ron had any problems after drinking, he would be sent to the school infirmary immediately.

Hermione looked at the potion prepared by Anton in confusion.

"I haven't seen this prescription in books?"

Of course, this is self-created.

Anton thought for a moment and then explained to her, "In the June 1756 issue of "Transfiguration Today," Dumbledore wrote a paper in which he mentioned that Ghostface's pupa had an impact on the transfiguration that occurred in the human body. It has a very good therapeutic effect and can reverse the transformation traits again."

"In addition, it is recorded in "Powerful Potion" that rat bones, muscles and moongrass have the effect of eliminating false memories."

"No!" Hermione screamed, "I just happened to read this book, and on page 36 you mentioned the rat bones, muscles and moongrass you mentioned, which are used to prepare the 'Confusion Potion'. A potion that produces a psychedelic effect, and a total of seven other materials are required.”

Anton looked at her with a strange expression and raised his eyebrows, "If I remember correctly, this book is in the restricted section of the library. Mrs. Pince said that no one has borrowed this book in recent years. .”

Hermione was at a loss for words. What could she say? She and Harry Ron wore invisibility cloaks and sneaked in to read a book? This is against school rules.

While chatting, thick yellow-green smoke suddenly emitted from the crucible. This smoke looked very heavy and spread downwards before floating high.

Anton smiled slightly, "You remember well, but we only need the memory-erasing part of this recipe. Strictly speaking, the spell Ron cast on himself was to load a piece of wrong information into his soul."

This was the result of his research during this period. Unexpectedly, Ron enjoyed it immediately.

Ron grabbed Harry's arm hard, struggled to shake his head, looked at the pot of terrifying potion, and wanted to say something, but in the end he could only spit out a slug into the bucket again.

Anton waved his fingers gently, and saw the crucible floating in front of Ron, and the yellow-green smoke seemed to be blown by the wind and enveloped Ron's head.

The choking, hot breath rushed straight to his brain, and Ron got sick in an instant, and he coughed violently.

After just a moment, the yellow-green smoke dissipated.

Anton waved his wand and began to organize everything on the experimental table. Harry looked at Ron and then at Hermione with wide eyes.

But Ron touched his mouth, neck and belly in surprise, "I...I'm fine!"

The three children were shocked.

Smokey?

"Aren't potions meant for drinking?" Harry looked at Hermione blankly, feeling like he was reading a fake book.

Hermione looked at Harry blankly, "I don't understand this either..."

The notepad floated in front of Anton, quickly recording the experiment. Anton finally confirmed that his research ideas were correct. If he wanted to get rid of Lupine's Wolfsbane, 'sleeping' or 'cleaning' the memory was definitely the right way to go.

After gently closing the notepad, a vine dragged the suitcase along the mezzanine of the wall to the second floor. After opening it, a small box floated out from inside and floated along the stairs to Anton's experimental table.

Anton waved his wand gently to open the box, and the wands flew out one after another, floating in front of the three children.

These are second-hand wands that Anton had asked Mr. Rozier to help him buy in Knockturn Alley as a spare.

There are a total of seventeen roots.

To be honest, when Anton looked at this scene, he thought of the arsenal for some reason.

That's right, the wand itself is the wizard's weapon. The war with the goblins is about wizards sticking to this bottom line - intelligent creatures that are not wizards are not allowed to use wands.

Ron stared at the wands blankly and swallowed, "These are all..."

Harry gasped, "Wand!"

Hermione also looked in disbelief, "The wands in Ollivander's Wand Shop are all subsidized by the Ministry of Magic and the school, and the price is cheaper than the raw materials. The wands are very expensive to begin with!"

Anton smiled slightly and stood aside with his arms folded, "I used to have a habit of always keeping a few spare wands with me. Since I accidentally broke it last time, I suddenly found that having only one wand on me can help us Develop a relationship with the wand and it will become more and more comfortable."

"This is a wonderful discovery. The wand chooses the wizard, and the wizard also chooses the wand. They complement each other, which is particularly interesting."

"I don't need them anymore."

"Ron, until you have a wand that suits you, these are just transitions. Come on, pick one."

"I'm your cousin, you don't need to be polite to me."

Ron looked at Anton blankly, "Did you give it to me?"

Anton smiled and nodded.

Oh~ For some reason, Ron suddenly felt his eyes moistened. He pursed his lips and said, "I have always dreamed of having a wand that is completely my own."

"I……"

He looked at Anton seriously and said, "Thank you."

Anton just smiled and shook his head, "I told you, I'm your cousin, you don't have to be polite to me."