Flicked his wand, and the curtains in front of the French windows automatically shifted left and right.
Moonlight poured into the room.
Lupin's eyes widened, staring at the full moon outside in horror. "Don't do this, don't do this, no!"
the old wizard chuckled. "Relax."
In a moment, lush wolf fur covered Lupin's body. His head seemed to be filled with a restless rabbit, constantly darting left and right.
Finally, it transformed into a giant wolf's head.
Half-hanging in mid-air, Lupin grew enormous, his feet supporting the ground, struggling, causing his chains to rattle.
"What a perfect magical Animagus!" the old wizard exclaimed, as if looking at a work of art.
"You know what?" He turned to Anton with a frantic look, his eyes bloodshot and bulging with excitement. "They don't understand. This is the perfect magical Animagus, the only magical creature in the world that humans can transform into, a terrifying war machine that can be easily replicated."
"Shatter!" The spell flashed.
Light exploded onto Lupin's body, sending a few strands of wolf hair flying. His exposed skin was barely scratched.
"Look, look,"
the old wizard sighed. "How perfect!"
"Praise to the ancient wizards," he laughed. "Praise to their great achievement, creating the Animagus, the only magical creature in the world."
"Praise to Democrius Belby, who invented the wolfsbane potion, which made up for the werewolf's lack of reason."
"Praise to Alex Fiennes. I will improve this magic so that anyone can transform into a werewolf at any time and anywhere."
The old wizard shouted frantically amid the werewolf's roars.
He waved his wand and pointed at Anton. "Drink this 'Wizard's Eye' potion you've made."
Anton was silent for a moment, then finally picked up the potion bottle and gulped it down.
A wave of cold washed over his brain, and suddenly, he blinked in confusion.
He realized he had an extra eye!
Within his field of vision, the old wizard became a humanoid mass of light, a grayish-brown mass tinged with hints of dark green. These dark green threads resembled cracked lines, and if one looked closely, one could discern three peculiar patterns. They
were identical to the runes on his wrist!
Lowering his head, beneath the seemingly uneven, dilapidated wooden floor, a strange pattern of grayish-brown blocks and dark green threads shimmered with the light of a magical circle.
Raising his head, countless light blue lines filled Lupin's body, surging and twisting like the tides of the ocean.
The sensation was profoundly eerie.
And with every additional observation, his head felt as if it were about to burst, unable to bear the influx of information.
The discomfort was so intense that he felt nauseous and retched.
"Haha!" the old wizard let out a hysterical laugh. "The potion I developed is amazing, isn't it!"
"Quick, cast the Resurrection Curse on this werewolf."
The old wizard excitedly handed Anton his old wand, his eyes burning with eagerness.
Anton simply looked at him calmly. "Teacher, if this potion is so powerful, why don't you drink it yourself?"
When the old wizard asked a question while he was anxious, he would either be blasted away by a curse or the old wizard would answer his question without hesitation. This was Anton's experience.
He bet the old wizard needed help and wouldn't dare to kill himself.
"Potions like Wizard's Eye require a strong physique. My body is so weak I can barely maintain my balance." The old wizard looked at Anton anxiously. "My body can't withstand even a single drop of this potion."
"Quick, my precious apprentice, cast the Revelation Spell on this werewolf and let us enter the final stage of this great experiment."
"Really?" Anton smiled calmly.
He waved his wand and pointed at Lupin. "Revelation!"
The spell flashed.
An invisible force connected him and the werewolf.
"Yes, yes, that's it." The old wizard anxiously picked up a document with a strange pattern drawn in dark green potion.
"Quick, close your eyes, use your 'wizard eyes' to look inside your body, and tell me what these missing lines are."
Under the combined effects of the Soul Transference Charm and the potion, Anton felt as if the entire world was shaking madly.
A sense of panic gripped him, lines moving wildly everywhere, dizzying enough to make him want to vomit.
Perhaps it was the repeated Cruciatus Curse that gradually gave him strength.
He stared intently at the surging scene within his body, finally seeing it: dark green cracks, like lines, strangely expanding and closing with the overall flow.
A magical and beautiful pattern.
Finally, as if a taut rubber band had reached its limit, he was pulled back by a tremendous force. He
gasped, panting hard, as if he had been suffocating for an eternity.
Or rather, it was indeed a long time. He stared blankly at the sunlight outside the window and at Lupin, who had regained his human form.
It was already noon, but it felt like only a few minutes had passed!
"Hurry!" the old wizard anxiously placed a piece of parchment before him. "While you still remember, help me complete the pattern!"
The parchment had clearly been written on many times, with several areas of ink of different colors.
Anton pursed his lips, took the quill, and carefully completed the pattern.
"Haha, perfect, perfect!" the old wizard exclaimed at the connected strokes, then frowned at one of them. "No, why is it supposed to connect here? What's the meaning?
Because I made a mistake on purpose!" Anton chuckled, observing the old wizard's expression.
This seemingly ambiguous line must be very puzzling, and he must have been racking his brains.
After two months of observation, he knew this dark wizard well. He
was a madman who would do anything to pursue his magical research. When faced with a problem he couldn't solve, he would stand there in a daze for an entire day.
And at this moment,
Anton quietly picked up the potion bottle behind him. He had placed it there after drinking the potion, specifically to avoid the old wizard's attention.
Because
there was only a small sip of the potion left.
Looking at this insane old man, with his head tilted back, his eyes blurry, he mumbled something in a daze.
Hehe.
Finally, I've found the right moment!
Is your body too fragile to handle even a single drop of potion?
Look, I have it right here!
"No, no," the old wizard muttered, suddenly feeling a chill in his mouth. "Gulp!" He
choked back most of the liquid, but he still managed to down quite a bit.
His eyes widened in disbelief at the potion bottle in Anton's hand. "You!"
Anton smiled faintly, his other hand already reaching into the air, suddenly grabbing his wand and yanking it down. He
rolled over on the ground, reaching the werewolf's iron frame.
"No! No!" Dark green cracks appeared on the old wizard's body. "No!"
The cracks grew larger, and a line of light stretched from his collar upwards, bisecting his head.
And yet, he wasn't dead yet.
"You gave me potion! You damn fool! Ahhhh!"
He roared shrilly, louder than Anton's screams. "Give me back my wand!"
The old wizard waved his fingers vigorously.
A beam of magic light shot over.
Damn!
Casting without a wand!
The speed was so fast that it was impossible to dodge!
Anton stumbled and fell to the ground, but his eyes lit up, "Cruciatus Curse?"
And it was a Cruciatus Curse that was much weaker than usual?
He was too used to this thing, it happened every other day in the past two months, and this body was simply too familiar with the taste of the Cruciatus Curse.
He gritted his teeth and climbed up, stuffing the old wizard's wand into Lupin's hand.
...
Lupin looked at the situation in shock, and gently shook the wand, and all the chains on his body fell off.
He waved his wand again, picking up the Cruciatus Curse shot by the old wizard.
He turned his head and looked at Anton who was sitting on the ground with a smile, "My name is Lupin."