Anton finally knew the specific function of the Soul Transfer Curse.

As the spell was activated, he felt that his whole body was hooked by a huge hook and rushed forward along the light emitted by the spell.

Then, he jumped into the water again like a fish leaving the water, and the feeling of being pulled became relaxed again.

After a moment of trance, he felt his body in shock.

A feeling of extreme age and weakness came from the depths of his body. He looked forward with difficulty and saw a little wizard standing in front of him.

That's myself!

He actually exchanged bodies with the old wizard!

It was only then that he could see clearly what his body was like when he was traveling through time.

The red hair was a little lighter than the Ron family I saw in Diagon Alley today, with a platinum color. Light blue eyes and fair skin.

Apart from the lack of freckles, he actually looks a bit like Ron!

relative?

Anton didn't know, but he finally understood why Ron stared at him and kept looking.

Before he could see more carefully, a feeling of extreme emptiness flooded his heart, as if he was pulled and the extremely long rubber band was instantly bounced back to his body.

When he opened his eyes again, the old wizard walked up quickly and poured a glass of fruit wine into his mouth.

He looked like a rare treasure in his eyes, "Gaga, you will be my best apprentice. You are so useful with such talent."

What does it mean to be too useful?

But at least the old wizard had a much better attitude towards him, and even asked him to rest in a small bedroom on the first floor.

Except for retrieving that old wand.

Anton slept for two days before he recovered.

A faint tingling sensation still came from his mind, and he guessed whether he had released magic that exceeded his ability.

He could feel his weakness and wanted to lie back in bed and continue to sleep.

But no, he has been hungry for two days, and if he doesn't cook, he will starve to death.

The old wizard obviously had just returned from the house, with a faint smell of lamb chops and beer floating on his body.

So, Anton felt more and more hungry.

Sigh, don't expect the old wizard to let him have a meal. He simply cooked a bowl of cut noodles, and Anton squatted by the stove and ate with sweat.

Sure enough, sleep and eating are the best ways for humans to recover themselves.

I felt much better. As soon as I walked out of the kitchen, I was grabbed by the sharp-eyed old wizard and started to deal with the herbs piled up in the corners of the wall.

"Bad blood grass can only require the leaves, and you must be carefully selected and not have a trace of root system mixed in."

The old wizard's eyes were waving, "Believe me, you must not want to die of a large amount of ischemia after drinking the potion."

Anton was stunned, "Is this for me?"

"After choosing, mash it with the spotted tiger grass, pour it into the salamander's blood, and after it boils, throw the leech in." The old wizard burped, stretched, and staggered to grab the handrail of the stairs.

"Hurry up, damn, you have wasted my two days, and you will die if you don't have time."

The old wizard muttered and went upstairs.

Anton curled his lips, afraid that he could not do it himself if he didn't have time?

Is the potion prepared this time for himself to drink? He felt so furious when he looked at all the messy ingredients.

There was a cage of mice and a few caterpillars inside.

This is not the first time I have drunk a potion. Once Anton drank some strange and sticky potion, and his whole body was covered with blisters, and he almost died of dehydration.

"You must be patient."

Anton took a deep breath. He couldn't panic, he would make mistakes when he panic.

This old wizard is not a good person. He has killed seven or eight people in just the past two months.

Will he kill himself? This is a question that needs no doubt. This dark wizard has killed more than one apprentice, and the reason for one of them was just a bad mood.

Putting on gloves, Anton pounded herbs silently.

Little by little, I tinker with the fear and murderous intent in my heart into a sauce and completely bury it into the deepest part of my heart.

The complexity of this potion was beyond Anton's imagination.

It involves the preparation of more than 30 kinds of medicinal materials, some even need to be exposed to the sun, and some need to be burned to ashes.

Let stand for one day and three days apart.

The old wizard found a large metal cross and tied the middle-aged man up with chains, "Tomorrow is the full moon night, and you don't have much time."

This is not said to the werewolf, but Anton.

Anton lowered his head and silently held the old wand and stirred the potion. He could feel the magic being absorbed by the pot of soup along the wand little by little.

The dark green decoction brought thick bubbles, and under the influence of magic, a hint of light red spread.

While maintaining the output of magic, he was considering the only "soul-transfer curse" he knew.

After reading the novel, he knew several spells of spells, but he didn't know the casting gestures and what emotions were called.

Even whether every curse requires emotions is a question.

So, can the soul-shifting curse be used directly as an attack method?

Let me give it to the old wizard again. When the soul moved to the other person's body, I picked up the knife on the table and gave it to my neck?

He didn't know if it would cause his own death, but the old wizard entered his body to obtain a new life.

Anton knew too little about the spell.

Finally, the decoction was completely adjusted.

Only a transparent light red potion was left at the bottom of the pot, and dark green stars were shining in the potion, which looked so beautiful.

"Haha~" the old wizard stared at the potion and laughed.

"With such a high quality, people who need to refine the drug are full of malice." His expression was half ridiculous and half ridiculous.

"Only strong malice can there be such perfect quality." The old wizard exclaimed and pulled out his magic wand.

"So, what should I reward you?"

"Heart and bone-cut!" The light of the curse rolled forward quickly along the air and instantly reached Anton's chest.

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Countless small knives cut wildly inside the body.

Anton let out a shrill cry of pain.

"Ho ho ho..." He grabbed the gap in the floor with force, gritting his teeth to prevent himself from making a painful sound again.

The eyes staring at the ground became extremely cold.

"Destroy your weapons!"

The old wand in Anton's hand flew and fell into the hands of the old wizard.

"You should learn to obey fate's arrangements and be honest."

The old wizard whistled, walked to his table and sat down, packed up the manuscript and put it in his suitcase.

He turned to look at the middle-aged man, "Only one last step is left, haha, my experiment is about to be completed."

The middle-aged man looked at Anton who was sank on the ground and sighed, "You shouldn't treat a child like this."

"Haha." The old wizard smiled, "It's so strange. You were caught by me because you wanted to attack the little wizard."

"No, I can't control myself after I transformed into a werewolf. I have no malice." The middle-aged man's eyes flashed with pain, "I had locked myself up, but someone tampered with it, opened my door, and deliberately asked me to go out and harm people."

The old wizard whistled, "Very good, you moved me."

"I decided to record your name in the experimental data to reward you for your contribution to this great experiment. What is your name?"

The middle-aged man laughed at himself, "Moon face."

"Great name." The old wizard picked up the quill with a smile.

Anton's eyes lit up on the ground and twitched.

Moon face?

Isn't this Lupin?

This person is not weak, and there is no simpler person who can be selected by Dumbledore to join the Order of the Phoenix.

Then, he might need a magic wand!
Chapter completed!