Snap, Snap~
Anton ran downstairs quickly, jumped onto the chair in front of the bar, and stared seriously at the boss opposite, Old Tom, "How do I get to St. Mungo's Hospital?"
Old Tom shook his head, leaned his head over, and whispered, "St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries will only treat wizards who have been harmed by werewolves, not werewolves themselves."
"What the hell." Anton expressed his incomprehension, "Werewolves are also harmed wizards, why are they not treated as human beings?"
Old Tom sneered, his tone slightly sarcastic, "If they just turned into werewolves, it wouldn't be disgusting. The biggest reason is that they will turn others into werewolves too."
"They turn into mindless beasts every time the full moon rises!"
"People are not only afraid of being turned into werewolves by being bitten by a werewolf, but they're even afraid that werewolf saliva and shed werewolf hair can turn them into werewolves."
Old Tom approached again and said in a very low voice, "If anyone knew that my bar hosted werewolves, no one would come to my bar anymore, you know?"
Anton was silent, thinking of those ordinary people who had unfortunately contracted certain diseases.
"I'll put him in the suitcase and leave soon." Anton looked at Old Tom seriously.
Old Tom nodded, obviously relieved. "I like young wizards because you represent the future of the wizarding world, but that's all. This is my greatest kindness."
"Lupin was hit by the Cruciatus Curse. I didn't expect the damage to him was so serious!" Anton pursed his lips and stared at Old Tom. "Where can I heal him?"
"The Cruciatus Curse?!" Old Tom was obviously surprised. "Then you can't go to any regular hospital unless you can explain to the Aurors who attacked him."
This...
Anton didn't dare to involve the Aurors now. In his suitcase was the body of a dark wizard, a large amount of dark magic research materials and potion ingredients.
If the Ministry of Magic intervened, maybe he could get away safely, but these things would probably be confiscated.
That was the gain he had risked his life for, why should he hand it over to the Ministry of Magic!
Anton's expression changed, "In other words, there are some hospitals that are not so regular?"
Old Tom nodded, took out a small piece of paper from the counter, and wrote down a string of addresses, "After you leave the bar, raise your wand, and the Knight Bus will take you directly to this address. The doctor is a goblin named Pedro, who likes gold coins."
"Thank you very much!" Anton took the paper with both hands, but found that Old Tom was holding on to it.
He stared at Anton. "Wizards and intelligent creatures roaming the Chaos Lands are extremely dangerous, little one. Be prepared."
Anton nodded, carefully placing the paper in his pocket. He looked at Old Tom sincerely, "I owe you a favor!"
Old Tom chuckled. "I like what you said."
...
Anton quickly rushed back to his room.
He opened his suitcase and carried Lupin inside. After a moment's thought, he found a few clean cauldrons and put Lupin's food inside.
Frequently hungry, he decided that if he had the chance, he would definitely get a small, traceless expansion bag to carry enough food for a year!
Of course, that wasn't the main point.
He didn't leave immediately. Instead, he climbed into the suitcase and entered the interior.
The interior wasn't very large, only a large hall of about twenty square meters, nothing compared to the suitcase Newt held in the movie.
The left side was filled with bookshelves and bottles and jars of various potion ingredients. The right side was a bed and several bags of wheat flour. In the corner were various bottles, jars, and water tanks.
Anton quickly searched through various materials.
He needed to learn an offensive spell immediately!
Otherwise, he would be defenseless in a crisis. However, Lupin was now comatose, leaving him no way to teach him.
Aside from the various books and materials left by the old wizard,
his only hope of learning it immediately and without a teacher was the Imperius Curse, one of the three Unforgivable Curses. The old wizard had said that this spell was extremely similar to the Soul-Transferring Curse he had taught Anton.
Learning the Imperius Curse was a dangerous undertaking, but also a necessary evil.
First, it was said that this dark magic would corrupt the wizard's soul, turning them into a twisted, evil, cruel, and cold-blooded being.
Second, if anyone discovered that he had cast an Unforgivable Curse, the most likely outcome would be a long life in Azkaban.
Anton shook his fist at the unconscious Lupin in anger, "I fought so hard for you. From now on, I'm counting on you to be my teacher and bodyguard."
Beyond his affinity for his favorite character from the Harry Potter series, Lupin was kind, tolerant, and strong.
He was a very trustworthy and reliable person.
Anton could even give him his suitcase for safekeeping without worrying about him opening it without permission.
And he couldn't find another person like him in the entire Harry Potter story.
In this seemingly familiar, yet strangely alien world, he needed Lupin.
It was worth the risk!
The old wizard's bookshelf was roughly divided into two sections, each containing two shelves.
The left shelf was filled with books on potion-making and experimental records. The research on the "Wizard's Eye" potion alone took up an entire half.
The right shelf was devoted to spells.
Surprisingly, the bulk of the content consisted of observations of various spells through the lens of the "Wizard's Eye" potion.
All sorts of bizarre record books filled half the shelf.
Finally, in the very bottom corner, he found a notebook with the cover titled "The Apprenticeship of the Great Alex Fiennes.
"Tsk," Anton laughed. "This old man is quite narcissistic."
He flipped open the book.
July 22nd, late at night, heavy rain.
The teacher's stinginess with knowledge is simply appalling! Even as an apprentice, I had to contribute greatly to him in exchange for the knowledge of a single spell.
The learning process was so arduous that I decided to master only the most basic offensive and defensive abilities, saving all remaining opportunities for my favorite subject, Potions.
For attack, I chose the Cruciatus Curse. For defense, I chose the Shield Charm.
Everything else could be replaced with magic items. For example, for faster movement, I could choose a broomstick that would be more than sufficient for my needs.
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December 3rd, late night, blizzard.
I'm in love. Oralo is a shrewd woman, and she's chosen the same path as me.
Her specialty is spells, and she's clearly exceptionally gifted at it.
Joining her is a process of complementing each other's shortcomings.
My deep understanding of the Cruciatus Curse often amazes her, and I'm very proud of it.
She also has many brilliant ideas about spells like the Imperius Curse and the Soul Transference Curse, which target profound changes in the soul.
...
"Got it!"
Anton's eyes lit up.
According to the book, the Imperius Curse, one of the three Unforgivable Curses, isn't a simple, fixed spell.
Unlike the Cruciatus Curse and the Soul-Destroying Curse, which harm the soul,
the Imperius Curse involves more subtle manipulation of the soul.
There are dozens of similar spells in this family.
The spell most similar to the Soul Transference Curse Anton learned isn't the Imperius Curse itself, but the Soul-Displacement Curse.
The Oralo witch figuratively compared this spell to turning a turtle inside out.
The effects of the 'Displaced Soul Curse' are quite interesting. It twists a person's soul by a dimension, preventing it from reuniting with the body. The ultimate effect is similar to the 'Sleeping Beauty' state.
Anton quickly wrote down the various key points marked on it.
He planned to study on the way.
Although this wasn't very safe, Lupin, lying beside him, had turned extremely pale. He might not be able to wait for him to slowly learn the spell.
"Too risky," Anton sighed. "Luckily, the two spells are similar, so I should be fine!"
He casually flipped through the following pages and suddenly stared at a page in amazement.
May 29th, noon, ~.
Olaro, crazy!
She killed the teacher, killed everyone, and she even wanted to kill me!
Fortunately, she wanted to kill herself even more. She cast dozens of evil curses on herself, blasting herself into pieces.
I swear, I will stay away from these terrible soul-related spells for the rest of my life.
...
Anton swallowed, suddenly wanting to forget what he had just memorized.