Self-cultivation of the traveler of the world

"Be careful, don't be hurt by a werewolf, or you will be infected by wolf's poison!"

In the world of Harry Potter, werewolves are not a unique innate creature, or rather a disease than a creature!

The so-called wolf's poison is very similar to rabies in the Muggle world, and even more terrifying!

No matter how terrible rabies is, as long as you can get vaccinated within 24 hours, there is still a very high chance of being immune to the virus.

But wolf's poison is different. Once infected, wolf's poison is hopeless!

Wolf's poison is a toxin naturally carried by every werewolf, and the fatality rate is very, very high. Even if you are lucky enough to be infected with wolf's poison but never die, there will be sequelae that will accompany the person for life.

That's a werewolf!

All the werewolves who were infected, counted as one, were all infected with wolfsbane, and those who survived by chance, no one could judge whether it was luck or misfortune.

At least they're still alive, aren't they...

"Help, I was bitten..."

"...Kill him, today is the full moon...Ah...I was bitten too...Help..."

Howling, cursing, and begging for mercy, the second movement of the symphony resounded in the bustling valley!

The second movement is not that different from the first!

Just as these Death Eaters who like to swing their knives at the weak are no different from the Muggles who are tortured by them, there is a reason...

The burning stone giants hold maces in their hands, throwing them left and right, like whack-a-mole, but every time they hit, they will bring out bloody flowers.

Various spells hit Wang Xuebin and Lu Ping, except for some extremely powerful black magic, the rest were all deflected by the shining golden brilliance, turned into ricochets, and injured other Death Eaters.

Remus Lupine didn't show any weakness either, turning into a werewolf, biting and pounced crazily, his fragile sanity had already been assimilated into madness by this bloody battlefield, arousing the tyranny engraved in his genes.

Wang Xuebin didn't know what the original formula of Wolfsbane Potion was.

The bottle of wolfsbane potion that Lu Ping drank just now was purely imitated by him by relying on his own knowledge of magic, cooking, and biochemistry, compared with the description in the original book, and relying on the "I'm thinking" method.

Many potion ingredients in the potion are transformed out of thin air by relying on the magical magic stone, and many of them are not native products of the wizarding world, and they are not the same as the Wolfsbane potion in the original book!

In order to make this bottle of potion, he experimented in other worlds for more than a year, thoroughly dissected the werewolf named Fenrir into materials, and compared his differences with other werewolves.

Created more than 60 kinds of medicines, large and small, and eliminated 90.00% of them in the double-blind experiment, leaving only one, named Wolfbane medicine!

In a year and a half, the Sorcerer's Stone, which was originally the size of a baby's fist, was consumed to the size of a ring.

Fortunately, his efforts were not in vain. Compared with the one-day potion in the original book, his bottle of potion can last for a year...

Not only that, this bottle of potion can also comprehensively enhance the werewolf's physical fitness after transformation, immunity to magic, and sensitivity to the environment.

The only side effect is that once transformed into a werewolf, the tyranny in the bones will be weakened into violent tendencies, but it cannot be erased.

No way, violence is the function of the reproductive instinct engraved in werewolf genes, unless some more thorough methods are used, otherwise...

Of course, Wang Xuebin will not just watch his students become the modern Farinelli of Britain, neither can Dongfang Invincible...

"Quick... kill... don't use ordinary spells, use Avada... ah... help..."

Chaos, madness, bewilderment, tyranny!

Having lost their proud strength, the performance of the Death Eaters was so unbearable, worse than that of their master.

"...quick...summon...summon master..."

"Damn it! I've tried it a long time ago... no, the induction is blocked... I can't even do apparition..."

A Death Eater yelled in despair, and the wand in his hand sprayed out a spell that he couldn't recognize, hitting the five-meter-high giant without causing any waves.

The giant turned his head suspiciously, looked at the little guy who was about the same height as its calf, and stepped on it, the desperate Death Eater was walking very unsafely...

"Hurry up...the werewolf...kill the werewolf first...Wan Ren pierces the heart~"

'Ding Ling Dang Clang~'

A sound that was so sharp that it resembled a sharp humming echoed the despair of the Death Eaters.

When magic, their only reliance, fails, their collapse is much faster than Muggles.

"Master...save your believers..."

"...What kind of magic did you use to stop us from leaving? I advise you to stop quickly, or I will make you cramp after the Dark Lord arrives...Ah..."

The wooden spear turned into a wand in his hand was sent forward, and the wand, which was originally two meters long, grew four to five meters in an instant, and the death eaters who avoided each other were strung together like candied haws.

With a raised hand and a backhanded slam, the Death Eaters who were still half-breathed suddenly lost their life.

One hundred...seventy...fifty...twenty...one...

Crying, moaning, begging for mercy, threatening and cursing, all turned into the lingering sound of silence.

Wang Xuebin carrying a wooden gun, a five-meter-tall stone giant, and a grinning werewolf Lupine formed a circle, staring covetously at the trembling Death Eater in front of him who dared not even take a breath. Extraordinarily subtle...

"...please...please...please...please...please..."

"Forgiveness? What are you worth? Are you worth my life?"

As Wang Xuebin said, he shook off the blood on the wand, raised his hand, and the spear-like wand turned into a fifteen-inch shape again.

On the side, Lupine recovered from the tyranny, smelling the mixed smell of rust and sour smell in the air, and witnessing the scenes where he disemboweled and removed the internal organs one by one to vent his tyrannical emotions, he whimpered and began to tremble stand up.

'Woo~'

A sound like a puppy crying woke up the panicked Death Eater. He collapsed on the ground, his hat and mask wet with blood all slipped off, revealing a young face.

"...I...I...I have value...I...money...magic...intel...I know...you ask...I..."

"It is a pity..."

Wang Xuebin looked at the young Death Eater indifferently, and his wand gradually pointed to his forehead.

The young Death Eater didn't even dare to hide for a while, but opened his eyes stupidly, trembling all over, and looked at Wang Xuebin pleadingly.

"...From the moment I came here, all of you have been bewitched by my Dementor Curse, and the information, intentions, and even actions in your minds are all under my control!

I slaughtered you in the most desperate way, purely to vent my anger, just like you hunt Muggles...

You... are my prey too...

The way of heaven is reincarnation... In the next life, be a good person..."

"beg..."

"Awada eats a big melon..."

A faint green light flashed, and the Death Eater's eyes gradually lost their luster.

With a wave of Wang Xuebin's hand, a blue beast-shaped flame ignited in the center of the canyon. The corpses, clothes, wand, and even blood were all turned into fuel for the flame, fueling the prestige of the flame.

And Wang Xuebin took two steps forward, ignoring the mottled blood on Remus' body, and picked up the fainted werewolf who had already been stimulated.

With a vertical leap, the whole person returned to the mountain wall again, sighed softly, sat on the ground, and looked up at the starry sky in the sky.

The deep and timeless night sky is full of bright stars, how beautiful it is...

Chapter 509

"...130 three core purebloods, more than 600 dragons and snakes mixed in the periphery, plus black magic creatures such as vampires and werewolves, formed a set of secret organizations marked by the mark of the black magic! "

In the principal's office, Wang Xuebin was sitting on a soft chair, holding a saucer in one hand and a tea cup in the other. While drinking tea, he told Dumbledore basic information about the Death Eaters.

"...Voldemort's supporters are mainly these, but according to information from the Death Eaters, they are constantly expanding their numbers.

It is said that Voldemort is in close contact with some dark wizards in Germany, and the specific result is still unclear! "

Hearing Wang Xuebin's narration, Dumbledore's gray eyebrows frowned again, and he leaned on the table with his hands crossed, with an indescribably solemn expression.

Seeing this scene, Wang Xuebin couldn't help but shrugged, shook his head slightly, put the teacup in his hand on the round platform beside him, and turned his head to tease the phoenix on the shelf.

"...Come on, learn from me...Ya Butterfly~"

Wang Xuebin was teasing a fresh little whitebait back and forth in his hand, grinning slightly, trying to make the phoenix learn to speak like a parrot.

To be honest, compared to the phoenix in classical Chinese mythology, this bluffing thing in front of me can only be regarded as a magic pheasant at best.

At best, the bloodline is a little special, it can be reborn from the ashes, and I don't know if it can be stewed together with hazel mushrooms...

While teasing, Wang Xuebin was thinking in his mind, using the small whitebait to seduce Fox's sight, but he still refused to feed it.

"...Professor Gu Yi..."

Listening to Wang Xuebin, who was shouting non-stop from Yayingdie and Yayingdie, Dumbledore couldn't help showing three black lines on his forehead.

Although Japan's anti-corruption has not yet become popular in this era, Dumbledore can figure it out with his feet, what Wang Xuebin said is definitely not a good word.

After all... people who speak good words don't put on such an obscene face...

"... Fox is not a parrot, she can't speak, of course, her singing can make people feel courage and beauty from the bottom of my heart, if you need, I can try to let her sing to you.

Of course, the premise is that Fox himself is willing..."

Seeing the phoenix with flapping wings, but still unable to snatch the little fish from Wang Xuebin, Dumbledore wisely stepped up a step in advance, not daring to guarantee it.

"Oh? Courage?"

As Wang Xuebin said, he tossed the small whitebait casually in his hand, and the phoenix was like a puppy. An apparition, flickering not far away, held the small fish with his mouth precisely, sucked it, and the small fish disappeared.

"...I have nothing here, but Mr. Remus's place may need your Fox's help..."

With that said, he took out a wet towel, wiped his hands with a slight fishy smell, turned his head to look at Dumbledore, shrugged and said:

"...Although the experience this time can make him grow a lot, it also hit him hard. With Fox's help, I can save the effort of psychological counseling here!"

Hearing Wang Xuebin's words, Dumbledore frowned slightly and nodded slightly.

"No problem, I'll ask Fox... By the way, Phoenix..."

Dumbledore suddenly raised his head, looked at Wang Xuebin, and asked solemnly:

"...I intend to establish an organization called the Order of the Phoenix to resist the threat posed by Voldemort and his dark wizards...

I just don't know...Professor Gu Yi, would you like to join this organization and work with us to maintain peace in the wizarding world? "

"um, I?"

Hearing Dumbledore's invitation, Wang Xuebin was taken aback for a moment, pointed at himself, and asked in disbelief:

"Are you talking about me?"

"Of course!"

As Dumbledore said, he nodded slightly, his blue eyes stared at Wang Xuebin expectantly, and said earnestly:

"If I miss you, I believe I will regret it for the rest of my life..."

Looking at the sincere Dumbledore, Wang Xuebin couldn't help raising his eyebrows slightly, and shook his head regretfully.

"Professor Dumbledore, please forgive me. It's not that I'm cowardly. It's just that as a Chinese, I rashly intervene in a civil war belonging to wizards in your country. Believe me, there is nothing wrong with you or me." There are benefits to speak of!"

It was!

A yellow-skinned Chinese who came to England to fight an English civil war?

Crazy?

Who can guarantee that the two forces in the civil war will stop the war and kill him as an outsider when they see him as an outsider?

There is no benefit in losing or winning. Do some thankless things, fool?

Wang Xuebin is not stupid, so naturally he would not do such a stupid thing!

As a very heavy weight, the most important thing to do is to remain neutral and to be sold!

He came to this world to extract benefits, not to offer love. Wouldn't it be nice to offer love in this world? Is it worth it?

"The most I can guarantee is that as long as I stay at Hogwarts for one day, the safety of the school's teachers and students will not be violated. As for other things... It's a pity, but it's really out of my hands!"

Hearing Wang Xuebin's words, Dumbledore's disappointment was beyond words, he sighed softly, and shook his head.

"...ah... well...sorry...I didn't think carefully..."

Dumbledore knew the meaning of Wang Xuebin's words, but he also knew that the so-called non-intervention was just an excuse for the other party.

However, even if he knew that what the other party said was an excuse, he couldn't be too demanding. After all, he knew very well that he couldn't use any powerful leverage to attract the other party...

All he can do is try his best not to push Wang Xuebin into the ranks of Death Eaters. As for the little calculations in the other party's mind... just turn a blind eye...

No way, who made the vitality of today's British wizarding world too fragile?

He is really not sure, while resisting the combination of Wang Xuebin and Voldemort!