Chapter 522 This Is Enough

Anton stood on the stone platform and turned to look at the people around him.

Headmaster Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall, Professor Lupine, Professor Snape, Hagrid...

Harry, Ron, Hermione, Draco, Neville, Fred...

Minister Fudge, Director Umbridge, Aurors, Animagus experts...

I don't know when it started, but Anton has gotten used to being watched by so many people. If this was his previous life, he must have been at a loss and couldn't say a word.

All changes are so silent.

Anton smiled slightly, and continued, "Next, there are three ways. One is to chant a spell on this potion buried in the ground every day, and wait until a storm hits, knocking down the first thunder and lightning."

"I can't wait. You can release the spell 'Mind Thunder' on the medicine bottle buried in the ground. This is a high-end application of the spell 'Stunned', if you have the means to do it."

(For the theory of the upgraded version of Mind Thunder, see Chapter 202 for details)

"If you don't know how to release this spell, you can also consider using some potions rich in 'mind' to irrigate. Please rest assured that the earth and glass bottles will protect the potions inside from other potions. "

"For example, the potion of 'True Knowledge Potion' (Chapter 251) has a mind in it, and it needs about 3 ounces (85 milliliters) of it."

As he said that, Anton waved his wand, and a fine blue thunder flashed, surging towards the ground.

soon.

Anton once again controlled the medicine bottle to break out of the ground and float in front of Scrimgeour, "Grab it with one hand until you feel a heartbeat, and continue to cast spells on it. When the heartbeat appears, put the potion immediately Drink it, don't hesitate."

"After drinking it, don't resist any changes, let the magic transform you."

"Remember, your will to resist change will greatly affect this potion, and it may eventually turn you into a werewolf, which is bad. Animagus failed to transform, and there is no such thing in the wizarding world today. effective recovery method."

Scrimgeour nodded silently, and continued to chant the spell, "Amado, Animo, Animado, Animagus..."

Anton pursed his lips and stared at the old man in front of him.

This man has many characters and styles that are annoying enough, and there are also things that Anton often admires.

Except for Anton himself, no one is fully sure of this newly emerged transfiguration technique, let alone those who have read a large number of case files by Scrimgeour should be very aware of the consequences of Animagus' failure.

But he still stood up, without hesitation, just said, "I will come first, if I succeed, I will let my Aurors use it."

Success, then...

That is to say, if he is unsuccessful, he will become neither human nor ghost, and Scrimgeour will be the only one.

Anton couldn't help but think of the old Ronaldo's words - this man is strong, and the sky is falling, he will really carry it for you.

Anton likes this guy, and even has a sense of closeness with the same kind. They are all people who stick to their beliefs and don't care about the judgment of the outside world. They are also people who will stand up without hesitation in times of crisis. They have enough similarities.

Of course, same-sex repulsion, their relationship is probably not going to be very good.

After all, their beliefs are not the same.

that's all……

Under the gaze of countless eyes, under the bright moonlight, Scrimgeour drank the potion, and in an instant, his body began to twist and change rapidly.

Countless brown and black wolf hairs grew out of his body, as if there was a mouse inside his head, constantly expanding its shape by rushing left and right.

The gold-rimmed glasses melted into his body and turned into a strand of golden hair on his face.

His suit blended into his body, and on the werewolf's chest, a bunch of white hair in the shape of a bow tie appeared.

Several professors took a step forward together, blocking the children behind them, carefully watching the werewolf in front of them, which was becoming more and more stable.

A werewolf nearly 2 meters tall, with a slender body, bent and explosive legs, and sharp claws.

Anton approached a few steps excitedly, "Director Scrimgeour? Do you still have self-awareness?"

"Roar~~~~"

The werewolf lowered his head, opened his mouth full of fangs, and roared at the little wizard in front of him, his saliva dripping, and his eyes were full of ferocity.

Its strong, furry arms stretched out, and its sharp claws popped out, aiming at Anton.

This scene only made people feel that the werewolf seemed to tear the little wizard to pieces at any time, and many people exclaimed.

Lu Ping's complexion changed, and he rushed forward quickly.

Anton looked up at the werewolf without moving, and raised his eyebrows, "Oh~ don't pretend, I feel the joy in your heart."

"Hahaha~~~"

There was a strange laughter accompanied by the roar of the beast.

Scrimgeour looked up to feel the soft touch of the moonlight on his cheeks obsessively, "I feel so good, I've never felt so good before!"

"Great~"

Anton beckoned, and Scrimgeour's wand that fell on the ground floated in front of the werewolf. Animagus could integrate all the clothes into his body, but the wand couldn't help it. "Just try it, Can you cast a spell?"

Scrimgeour's huge wolf paws grasped the wand as if holding a toothpick, and he waved it softly, "Flock the birds!"

In the end, he shook his head regretfully, "No."

At this moment, Scrimgeour looked at Lupine with some doubts. He remembered that the director of the werewolf office used the magic of 'apparition' with ease when he transformed into a werewolf!

But this is obviously a secret belonging to Lupine, and it is not suitable to ask it out on the spot.

Many people rushed over to take a closer look at the huge werewolf. Umbridge looked up excitedly, licked the corners of his mouth, and stroked the werewolf's leg hair with great interest.

Scrimgeour couldn't help feeling a chill, and looked at the woman with disgust, and he couldn't push her away for the time being. He could feel the extremely powerful explosive force in his body, and he had an inexplicable intuition that if he was not careful, he might kick this woman into a broken spine.

This is not a good idea.

He needs some time to get used to this ability.

"Back, back!"

Anton yelled and waved his wand, a spiral cyclone with a gentle force brought everyone back a few steps.

(This cyclone is an advanced application of the Levitation spell, which first appeared in Chapter 130)

"Now there is one last step!"

Anton's face became serious, "It's easy to turn back into a human. You just need to want it, and you'll be back in no time."

"Just think?"

"Yes, just think about it. If you feel a little difficult, you should recall your previous memories of your human form. This is the power of will and memory."

Scrimgeour's body suddenly collapsed, changing and twisting.

Everyone was looking at him in amazement, and the reporters frantically pressed the shutter.

Finally, he completely changed back.

He clenched his fist with some doubts, "This feeling is really bad, as if the body has become weaker."

Anton nodded, "But you can use magic, and werewolves can't use magic."

"Right……"

...

...

In the corner outside the crowd, Fiennes' eyes hidden in the hood of the huge wizard robe were shining, and he sighed slightly with regret.

Magic Animagus, werewolves, this is the most important research in his life.

He even caused death by studying werewolves.

This period of death had a great impact on him, and he began to lose interest in the study of magic, which was full of violence and longed to become more threatening.

He knows how to cherish life more, and begins to feel the lack of his own life, love, and yearning for all the good things in the world.

So after being resurrected, when he was able to think again, he didn't pick up the subject of 'Werewolf' to continue researching, but turned to study life.

What he longed for was simple, to use his real mouth to feel the taste of ice cream.

Yes, it's that simple.

Just like that, he was fooled by that little bastard, but he really wanted to taste the taste of ice cream, to sit in the middle of the crowds of auditoriums, cheer for the Quidditch match, to climb mountains, to feel the clear spring and the breeze.

As if he had relived his life, he became very concerned about some things that he didn't care about in the past.

However, he was more or less regretful that he hadn't thoroughly researched the subject of the werewolf magic Animagus before his death.

Now, his student is finally finished.

"That's enough, and it's not in vain to teach such a student."

The old wizard Fiennes smiled slightly, ignored these people, turned around and walked towards the castle.

The summer night breeze blew up from the Black Lake, making ripples that lifted the hem of his wizard robes.