Hogwarts Bloodline Chapter 99: Think About It, Who Wasn't Handsome Back Then - Novel Cool

Chapter 99: Think About It, Who Wasn't Handsome Back Then

Chapter 99: Think About It, Who Wasn't Handsome Back Then

Five hundred Galleons?

The Shabby Wizard frowned, a flash of anger in his eyes, but he still spoke in a low voice.

"I don't have that much, but I can work to pay it off."

"No need. I don't need any help, especially not from a Werewolf! How much do you have? I'll think of something", Dugot said impatiently.

The Wizard's body trembled when his identity was revealed, but he didn't react violently. He searched his tattered robes with his right hand, looking very seriously. In the end, he only found about fifty Galleons, along with some Sickles and Knuts.

After some thought, the Wizard was about to put some of the coins back, but Dugot snatched all the Galleons from him, leaving the Sickles and Knuts untouched. He muttered, "Poor Werewolf", and then pulled out his wand to start the treatment.

Dugot mumbled some incantations, his wand pointed at the Wizard's scarred left hand. Gradually, a thick black mist was drawn out and, guided by Dugot's wand, it was directed into the grass on the right side.

The grass withered upon contact with the black mist, and Ivan watched in silent shock. What kind of dark magic could cause such an effect?

"Alright, get lost." The treatment lasted only about a minute before Dugot stopped.

The black mist on the Wizard's left hand had faded, but it hadn't completely disappeared, and Dugot hadn't treated the ordinary external injuries.

This was the treatment for fifty Galleons,

Just enough to keep him from dying

After all, Werewolves heal quickly, and the injuries and remaining black mist would naturally disappear by the next full moon.

The Werewolf Wizard was used to this kind of treatment and didn't react. He just turned around and left without a word.

"Mugwort juice can treat external injuries, and the powdered roots of Wormwood should help eliminate the effects of dark magic", Ivan called out after the Werewolf Wizard had started to leave.

The Werewolf Wizard paused, turned back, and looked at him with a hint of surprise. He nodded and muttered something, then turned and left.

"Didn't expect you to know a bit about potions", Dugot said, surprised.

"Hogwarts has been teaching potions for a long time", Ivan shrugged.

"I went to Hogwarts too, but they don't teach this kind of thing in the first year", Dugot said, looking impressed. He reached out to pat Ivan's head, but Ivan dodged again.

"By the way, Headmaster Dugot, why do you dislike Werewolves so much?" Ivan asked.

"No Wizard likes them. Even in Knockturn Alley, few people are willing to hire Werewolves. They're just trouble, and they lose control during the full moon. They're not very stable even when it's not the full moon", Dugot explained, glancing at him.

"But there's the Wolfsbane Potion, right?" Ivan asked, puzzled.

"Wolfsbane Potion? What's that?" Dugot asked, looking confused.

Ivan immediately shut up, remembering that the Wolfsbane Potion might not have been invented yet by his uncle, Damocles Marcus. No wonder Werewolves were in such a sorry state.

Even if it were invented, most Werewolves probably couldn't afford it.

Dugot looked at Ivan suspiciously for a moment, then took out a key and opened the door to the mansion, walking inside.

Ivan followed Dugot into the somewhat dilapidated mansion.

Everything inside was in disarray. The mahogany table in the hall was covered with empty bottles, and the floor was stained with yellow and green spots. The Broomstick hanging on the wall was covered in dust, unused for who knows how long.

Ivan had known that part of the mansion had been converted into a workplace, but he hadn't expected it to look like this.

Is this really a hospital? You let patients stay here?

Ivan gave Dugot a strange look.

Dugot patted his head. He must have drunk too much yesterday. He had planned to clean up in the morning, but he completely forgot about it. Fortunately, Aisia didn't come.

But when he was alone, he didn't think it was that dirty, and it was still livable.

Dugot muttered to himself as he waved his wand.

"Scourgify!"

Ripples of magic spread out, and the scattered empty bottles automatically gathered in the corner. The tables and chairs moved to their proper places, and the dust was cleared away in a short time.

In just a few minutes, the house was tidied up to a livable state.

At this moment, Ivan noticed that the walls were adorned with many large photographs.

In the photos, a young and handsome wizard with thick brown hair was either holding a trophy or posing with others, always with a cheerful smile on his face.

"Who is that? Your brother or your child?" Ivan asked, looking around.

"That's me!" Dugot glared at Ivan. How could he not recognize him?

Ivan carefully examined Dugot, especially his thinning hair and beer belly, and compared them to the young, handsome man in the photos.

He really couldn't see the resemblance.

But then again, who wasn't handsome in their youth?

Dugot didn't let Ivan linger in the hall and led him to a sealed room.

The room was empty except for a large, square crate in the corner. Ivan took a few steps closer and noticed that the surface of the crate was engraved with many unfamiliar Runes, different from those he had seen on wands and on the large stage during the challenges.

It was hard to imagine that a single large crate could contain a terrifying Dementor.

Ivan pretended to accidentally touch it.

[Magic Item: Storage Box]
Magic Power: Moderate
Description: A specially crafted crate that, after being engraved with ancient Runes, has the ability to block magic.

"Don't touch it. I bought this crate from the Wizard Market at a 30% discount. The seal might not be completely secure", Dugot said sternly, slapping Ivan's hand away.

"I don't know why Aisia agreed to let you practice the Patronus Charm with a Dementor, but I have to warn you that it is a terrifying creature."

Ivan nodded. He had read about Dementors in his previous life and was well aware of their danger.

"How do you plan to practice? Do you want me to demonstrate it once?" Dugot stopped drinking and looked at Ivan with concern. He was worried that if Ivan suffered psychological trauma, Aisia would blame him.

"No, let's just get started", Ivan thought for a moment and declined.

He needed pressure, the more the better.

If anything really went wrong, Dugot would handle it in time.

(End of Chapter)

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