The Grey Wizard of Hogwarts

Collective action is in the works.

Neville and Hannah just began to suffer from no means of life-saving attacks, and they were learning the essentials of the Full Body Binding Charm from the twins.

Every day, he practices magic spells on a rune snake raised by Anton in a room on the second floor.

"It's all petrified!"

"It's all petrified!"

The sound of the practice came one after another, and the runes in the cage were crawling around in panic, hitting the iron cage and rattling.

The twins gave patient one-on-one guidance.

Anton looked at all this with a smile, then stared at the one-meter-long rune snake, turned and left.

The magical image of the rune snake is highly similar to the viper transformed by the blood magic spell. How could Anton, who likes to explore and often go to the forbidden forest, not grab one and study it?

As for the runes that Lao Fu needs...

Well, Anton is not in a hurry anyway.

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A little bit of time passed, and it was Saturday where Professor Snape's private lesson came.

When he knocked on the door to enter, Snape was preparing a pot of potion, and the dark green viscous potion was bubbling weirdly.

Lao Si is becoming more and more harsh to Anton now. Every time they meet, they have to release a Patronus Charm, which is simply inexplicable.

But Snape never forgot the torn Anton's soul.

"There is no magic medicine for the soul in modern times. This is a decoction left over from ancient times."

Bird Food, Anton felt the ancient flavor of this pot of potion, it looked so evil.

It also smells...

Huh~~~

Anton leaned back, his heart full of resistance.

Snape once said that the remedies of the ancient wizarding era were crude, wild, and even meaningless materials added just for scaring, such as a human heart.

"The function is to nourish the soul, drink it, and then leave my sight." Snape's vileness was no better than Voldemort's, he seemed so impatient.

"Damn it, I haven't slept for several days because of this pot of decoction."

Haha, this arrogant arrogant.

"Thank you, professor." Anton was very grateful, picked up the crucible, and suddenly froze, "You just said, drink it?"

Snape frowned and looked back at Anton, "Or else?"

"I mean..." Anton became excited, "Drink it with your mouth and nourish your soul?"

Snape stared at Anton for a long time, and suddenly the corners of his mouth raised slightly, "It seems that you have made a unique discovery."

Anton is not only a student of his college, but also the object of private teaching every Saturday.

He knew the student too well.

Not stupid enough to ask a stupid topic.

It's like when a mathematician's genius apprentice suddenly begins to wonder why 1+1 equals 2, the mathematician won't feel that his apprentice is suddenly brainless.

"You said that the body gives birth to the soul, and the soul in turn affects and shapes the body." Anton murmured, raising his eyelids to look at Snape, "Soul and body, they are interdependent and independent of each other."

"And the potion has become a bridge between the two!"

Anton's eyes lit up, "It's like our body is tortured by the Cruciatus, and it will reflect on the soul as it is!"

He couldn't help but think of the old wizard's words--making a potion is casting a spell, and drinking a potion is also casting a spell.

This is also the theoretical basis for him to be able to turn into snake candy and werewolf experience candy.

Snape raised his eyebrows and thoughtfully, "It's true, this decoction indirectly affects the soul by nourishing the body."

"Can you tell me about this decoction in the next class?" Anton's eyes were shining, and he felt that he had touched some magical field.

Snape shrugged and said nothing.

Oh, that's a promise.

Anton took a sip.

Gan!

He almost vomited, "It's like the stinky socks that have been sitting for three days and three nights have been thrown into the crucible. Is this the smell of the roots of the umbrella flower?"

Snape stopped cleaning the lab table and smiled slightly, "If you can drink all the potion ingredients, I don't mind telling you about this potion today."

Oh wow~

This is not difficult for Anton.

Potions, don't be too familiar with them. Since the old wizard taught him, potions and spells are almost taught together.

"Frober caterpillar slime, **** it, why add this, it can only make the potion look sticky, and it's useless except to affect the taste!"

Snape looked at Anton with a sneer, "I sacrificed sleep for your potion, so I don't mind adding some more mucus!"

"!!!"

"Lacewings, and they are headless ones, with a unique sour taste, but less bitterness. Leeches and... two-eared grass?" Anton raised his head suspiciously, " These are similar to the prescription part of the compound decoction!"

"Yes, the compound decoction is a magical potion. It obviously touches the deception of the soul, and many detection magic spells cannot detect the deformation effect after drinking the compound decoction. And these three potion materials, The effect of each of them, the principle is interconnected with this decoction."

When it comes to professional fields, Snape is so dedicated and serious.

Just like that, Anton kept drinking the potion ingredients, and Snape explained them one by one.

At the end, he began to talk about the complete prescription by threading the needle.

Anton was fascinated when he heard it. He seemed to have too many ideas. A dozen parchment scrolls were floating beside him, and countless ballpoint pens of various colors were writing and drawing at the same time.

Until the afternoon, Anton grabbed a piece of parchment and wrote down an extremely complicated prescription.

Snape frowned at the prescription.

Sometimes he muttered to himself, sometimes he raised his head to ponder, and he also joined the improvement of this prescription.

In the end, a satisfied smile appeared on Snape's face, "It seems that my teachings in the past six months are really useful, you have reached a very deep field in this regard~www.readwn.com~ Deceiving the will, interesting devil medicine."

"Yes!" Anton laughed, with such a cheerful smile, "Lupin is saved!"

"Lupin!" Snape's smiling face instantly dropped, staring at Anton gloomily, "What do you mean?"

"Deceiving the will!"

Anton repeated the effect of the prescription and remarked proudly, "In my opinion, wolf poison is a curse on the will. As long as the will is deceived, the werewolf will not even transform on the night of the full moon!"

He rubbed his hands and looked at the prescription with a smile, "Although it can only last for about ten years, it's really good, ten years!"

"Can I, like you, send a letter to the academic publication "Encyclopedia of Practical Potions"? I will mark your name..."

Before Anton could finish his words, Snape begged and threw him out of the office by the collar.

Snape stretched out his arm tremblingly and pointed at Anton, "I can't believe it..."

"I actually participated in the potion research to cure Lupin?"

"Shutter!"

Bang!

The door of the office slammed shut.

Anton pouted. Everyone is so familiar. Who are you pretending to be angry with?

Do you think I don't know how proud you look?

He imitated Snape's unique expression, grinned, and said silently - Aha, Lupin, look, I saved you!

Pfft!

Laughter came.

Anton raised his head and was stunned to find that Professor McGonagall was looking at him and snickering.

In just a moment, Mag regained his serious expression and raised his finger, "I have something to do with Professor Snape, yes, something."

Anton shrugged, ducked aside, and let out the door behind him.