"He's a despicable villain!" The old wizard, floating in mid-air, looked down at the goblin Pedro. "He took advantage of my female apprentice's madness to create the illusion of my own death, leaving me to an enemy he couldn't even handle."
Pedro's face flushed red. He quietly took a step back, then suddenly stepped forward with his chest puffed out. "You apprentices all want me dead, so why can't I use you as a shield?"
"Ha." The old wizard laughed sharply. "You finally admit it, don't you?" "Why don't you think about why your apprentices don't even consider you their teacher?"
Pedro finally calmed down, his cold and mocking eyes scanning the old wizard. "You're dead, you've become a ghost. I don't have to be afraid of you now."
"Yes." The old wizard chuckled, full of sarcasm.
"You're the same way. Your apprentices want to kill you too!"
"Yes, yes, yes." The old wizard had inherited Anton's true skills, and his "ah, yes, yes" attitude made Pedro's face flush again.
Anton looked at the old wizard curiously. "The last time I followed you to the wandering wizard gathering place, Pedro was there too. I saw you two seemed to be getting along peacefully."
The old wizard sneered, "Because he can't kill me."
Pedro sneered back, "Because he can't kill me."
How amusing! Anton sighed in amazement. "So you maintain that delicate balance?"
Then, the two of them said in unison, "People always have to learn to compromise."
Damn, people always have to learn to compromise. Neither of these two is human.
One is a centuries-old goblin, the other is a ghost who still barely maintains his will.
"Can you tell me about Lupin first?" Anton pointed to the Lupin model in the sand. "Oh, that's my uncle I told you about."
He didn't care about the two men's arguments. No matter their relationship, they both looked unreliable.
The old wizard said Anton was a liar, but Anton felt that what the old wizard said wasn't always true.
Lupin was still reliable.
He was counting on Lupin to protect him, a child, from now on. How could he not care?
Regardless of their personalities, their good and evil sides, these two had one thing in common: their dedication as researchers.
The old wizard, with a serious expression, said, "Don't compare blood-cursed orcs with werewolves. How can they be the same? You can't see the true nature of magic. I've personally witnessed the exact same magical trajectory of werewolves and animagus."
"I don't understand you," Pedro said impatiently. "Animagus is a high-level transfiguration spell, werewolves are a poison that targets magic, and blood-cursed orcs are a curse that affects the bloodline."
"It's like the difference between goblins, house-elves, and humans. It may seem like the difference is just appearance and height, but at heart, they're completely different species."
"Oh, poor Pedro, he thinks he knows everything just because he's been around for hundreds of years, but he only knows the same little tricks everyone knows." The old wizard grumbled in the air, his voice a lamenting tone.
"You know shit!" Pedro exploded, leaping up to punch him, but he was too short, and no matter how he flailed, he couldn't reach the old wizard.
"Eh, I can't reach it. Eh, I can't reach it. Hehehe," the old wizard drifted back and forth.
Anton could imagine what was going to happen next, because he'd experienced it.
This poor goblin, even when he ate, slept, or went to the bathroom, would be accompanied by a noisy, invincible ghost.
As expected of the master of the Cruciatus Curse, even after death, he could still torment people to madness.
Wonderful.
Anton could begin to look forward to a wonderful life of peaceful sleep and quiet wake-ups.
After finally waiting for the two to stop arguing, Anton cleverly used the moment when the atmosphere was at a breaking point to raise his question.
Pedro the goblin finally found a way down, not even glancing at the old wizard, and continued to point at the sand on the table.
"Young wizard, look carefully."
On the sand, the werewolf's features vanished, leaving only a dark, werewolf-like form.
This dark body began to unravel, like a mass of jellyfish with a profusion of tentacles.
The tentacles intertwined, contracted, and flexed.
Then, the tentacles suddenly tightened, reorganizing into a humanoid form.
"This is the state of the Transfiguration spell under magical induction."
The model continuously shifted from human to werewolf and back again. Just then, Pedro snapped his fingers.
The sand coalesced into a wand, ejecting a fan-shaped wave of sand.
Then, the white sand firmly settled into the gap where the werewolf had just transformed into a human, a gap that didn't quite fit.
"That's pretty much the effect." Pedro took another sip of his cigar. "You can think of it as the transformation itself. While it's not visible, there's a slow, unstable process of adjustment. Powerful soul-related spells will have irreparable effects on this state." "
Simply put, Fiennes (the old wizard's last name)'s Cruciatus Curse was solidified during the transformation. If the magic of these spells is not removed, he'll be like a weakened Cruciatus Curse with long-term negative effects."
The Cruciatus Curse became a weakening aura?
Anton blinked in amazement. "That is to say, werewolves are at their weakest for a period of time before and after transformation, and soul-based spells are particularly effective?"
"Haha." Pedro laughed strangely, pointing at Anton and looking at the old wizard. "Your apprentice is just like you. His first concern is killing."
The old wizard sneered. "Aren't you the same?"
Fucking killing? Shouldn't spells focus on attack power first?
Anton rolled his eyes. He was just a kid who knew a little bit of spells. If he didn't prioritize these things that could save his life, what else should he consider?
But no matter what, he finally knew about Lupin's condition.
"Can it be cured?" Anton asked.
Pedro sighed. "It's difficult, like the silk threads attached to every bone in your body, peeling them off one by one. It requires a delicate operation, and I can only wait for the brief moments of each full moon night to remove them bit by bit."
"It'll take at least six times, which is half a year."
"What a foolish move," the old wizard scoffed again. "You only remember how to cast all the black magic, but you don't understand their mysteries at all."
The goblin Pedro's anger rose again, and he began to fire back with a rich vocabulary of curse words accumulated over hundreds of years.
Anton's eyes lit up, "How do you cure it?"
The old wizard smiled proudly, "It's simple, use the 'Displaced Soul Spell' to expose all non-body magic to the outside, and then use the reshaping power of the werewolf transformation to naturally repel these magics."
"As for how to twist the soul into this shape, you need the cooperation of the 'Wizard's Eye' potion."
Anton was very excited when he saw that Pedro did not refute, "I can mix the Wizard's Eye potion, Mr. Pedro, can you try it according to this method?"
"Hahaha." The old wizard laughed, "He can't try it, goblins can't cast human spells, and he dare not drink the 'Wizard's Eye' potion."
"Right, my dear teacher, when you asked that centaur witch to steal my experimental materials, I guess you must have had someone try the potion, right? Did they all die? You don't dare to drink it, right."
Pedro just sneered, "I reject this proposal."
He turned to look at Anton, "Little wizard, I can't let you treat the werewolf. Fiennes just hopes that after you cure it, the 'Unbreakable Vow' spell will kill me!"
"Hahaha." The old wizard floated back and forth. "You'll beg Anton, you foolish, smartass goblin. To kill me, you trapped yourself in an 'unbreakable oath' spell. Peeling it off bit by bit, what a ridiculous method."