"Little wizard," the goblin Pedro's diminutive form loomed, glaring coldly at Anton. "I know what kind of man Fiennes is. He's slaughtered countless apprentices."
"You don't love your teacher as much as you think."
Pedro's words, like giant arrows, instantly pierced the young wizard's heart. He clearly hesitated.
"This isn't a potion, it's the tears of the Two-Headed Siren. Anyone who ingests it will only fall into an illusion. You've only helped your teacher dream."
The young wizard's eyes widened as he stepped back. "You're a liar!" the goblin sneered. "I see fear in your eyes. You don't love your teacher, you're afraid of him. You're terrified!"
"But you've brought your uncle to me against your teacher's wishes. Aren't you afraid he'll find out and use the Cruciatus Curse on you?" the goblin spoke with a certain convincing tone. "You had no way out, did you?"
OK!
The mood was perfectly captured, and the actors worked well together.
Anton's eyes were filled with fear. He ripped open his sleeve, revealing the runes on his wrist. He angrily declared, "What do you know? I have no way of resisting my master!"
The goblin lowered his head, his eyes filled with contempt. "Fiennes only has some talent for the Cruciatus Curse. This strange spell seems difficult to solve, but it's not worth mentioning to me."
Wow!
Can you solve this?
Anton's eyes lit up. "If I drug my master, I'll have no choice but to flee, wandering alone and without a home. I need money."
The goblin sneered, tapping his fingers on the pocket of Anton's wizard robe.
Ding ding!
The sound of gold Galleons rang out.
"Little wizard, don't push your luck!"
Okay, let's stop while we're ahead. Anton exhaled deeply, as if he had made up his mind. "You need to cure my uncle and remove the curse from my hand."
The goblin nodded. "And you need to pour this bottle into your master's food. Tell me, can you do it? I only give you one year."
Anton nodded solemnly.
"Well, Mr. Rosier." The goblin turned to look at the middle-aged wizard who was watching the show next to him, "Do you mind being a witness and helping us cast an 'Unbreakable Vow' spell?"
"With pleasure." Rosier drew out his wand and looked at the child and the goblin with a smile. The two were about the same height and quite interesting.
He looked at Anton sternly. "Young wizard, I must warn you: no one can break the 'Unbreakable Vow' spell. The only person I know of who has escaped punishment is Dumbledore, the greatest White wizard of this century. No one else."
"If the one who made the oath breaks it, then their fate will be death."
Anton didn't look at him. The middle-aged man's eyes were too piercing. He silently glanced at Lupin in the chair and pursed his lips. "I don't have a choice, do I? I will pour the potion into your mouth myself."
"Very good." Rosier glanced at Anton curiously. "Please hold your hands."
With a wave of his wand, a pink-purple light wrapped around Pedro and Anton's arms like a rope.
It flickered and disappeared.
Anton, however, had a strange realization: if he didn't keep his oath, he would really die.
But... would it be difficult?
He would go and pour it later.
Anton carefully put the potion bottle away, and then saw Pedro find an arm.
A grayish-white arm, seemingly a dried, real one!
"White Hand," the goblin said, lifting it as if it were a piece of plastic. "An arm with a small amount of magical power, a common potion ingredient."
Anton protested.
Although he'd been the old wizard's guinea pig for the past two months, drinking all sorts of potions filled with all sorts of other things, this was human flesh!
He couldn't accept it!
The goblin grabbed Anton's hand and gently touched it at the elbow.
"Huh?" Anton shook his hand in surprise. The arm seemed to have grown on him, moving according to his will.
"Amazing!"
Even the little girl, Anna Rosier, heard the movement and came over, staring at his hand with wide eyes.
Pedro curled his lips. "It's just a trick. Besides the movement, you can't use it to lift heavy objects or cast spells with a wand."
As he spoke, he muttered some strange and inexplicable incantation, and a faint light illuminated Anton's arm.
After a moment, Anton felt dizzy, unable to tell which was his original hand and which was the newly attached one.
The spell was complete.
The goblin ripped off the dried arm and pointed at the cursed mark on it. "See, no fancy curse spells worked. A simple obfuscation spell fixed it."
Anton touched his wrist in amazement. It was so white and tender, it was unnoticeable that it had once been covered in a complex tattoo.
The goblin tossed the arm into Anton's arms. "You can attach it anywhere on your body. Your teacher won't notice the transfer. Remove it when necessary."
"Brilliant idea,"
Mr. Rosier applauded. "I was just thinking about how to break this curse. Master Pedro's technique is truly brilliant. Absolutely brilliant!"
The goblin waved his hand, as if he had accomplished something insignificant.
The corners of his mouth curled slightly, revealing a certain inner pride.
"You've done your job, now return to your teacher." The goblin was clearly about to send him away. He stared at Lupin, cigar in hand. "A werewolf, and injured by the Master of the Cruciatus Curse. What a troublesome situation."
"But it won't faze me." The goblin, cigar between one hand, looked at Anton proudly. "It can be done in half a year."
Anton's eyes widened in disbelief. "Half a year?"
The goblin chuckled. "Yes, only half a year."
Anton almost couldn't contain himself at the thought of it taking half a year.
"Let's go! I don't like human wizards here." The goblin turned to glance at the middle-aged wizard. "Of course, my friends are not included."
He then smiled at the little girl, Anna. "I also welcome our little princess to come and study alchemy with me."
Okay.
He was the only outsider here.
Anton hesitated for a moment, "Can I come to visit my uncle during the treatment?"
The goblin hesitated, "You can come once every two weeks."
Anton nodded, okay.
Dragging the big suitcase, he went out the door, looking at the sea in a daze, holding the old wand tightly and feeling a little entangled.
Where will he go next?
He was like a fallen leaf that had left the tree, drifting everywhere with the water, without a place to take root.
If Lupin was by his side, he could consider going to live in the Muggle world where the quality of life was better.
But forget it if he was alone.
He was just a malnourished ten-year-old child, and without an adult to support him, it was not easy for him to even rent a house.
Finally, he touched the gold Galleons in his pocket, "Okay, wizarding world, I'm back."