Five hundred gold gallons?

The scruffy wizard's brows furrowed, and there was a flash of anger in his eyes, but he still said in a deep voice.

"I don't have that much... But I can work for you to pay for it. ”

"No, I don't need manpower here... Especially not a single werewolf is needed! How much money do you have, I want to think about how I can cure it..."Doggett was impatient.

was revealed, the witch's body trembled, but there was no overreaction, his right hand touched his tattered robe and searched, looking very seriously, and finally only found more than fifty gold gallons, as well as some silver sike and bronze nat.

After thinking about it, the wizard was about to take some back, but Doggett snatched all the gold gallons from him, and Yinsike and Bronze Nat didn't move, muttering "Poor ghost werewolf." After that, he drew his wand and prepared for healing.

Doggett muttered some incantation in his mouth, and his wand was pressed against the witch's pitted left hand, and then the rich black gas was gradually drawn out, and under the guidance of Doggett's wand, it poured into the grass on the right.

The weeds that touched the black gas withered one after another, and Ivan was secretly frightened, what kind of black magic could cause such an effect.

"Alright, get out." The treatment lasted only about a minute before Doggett stopped.

The black qi on the witch's left hand faded a lot, but it was not completely eliminated, and the ordinary trauma Doggett didn't care.

This is the treatment of more than fifty gold galleons,

You can't cure it until you die...

Anyway, the werewolf's recovery speed is very fast, and the next time the moon is full, these injuries and the remaining black qi will naturally be eliminated...

He had long been accustomed to being treated like this, and the werewolf wizard didn't react, just turned away with a wooden turn.

"The white fresh juice can heal external injuries, and the rhizomes of wormwood are ground into powder, which should have a certain effect on the injuries caused by black magic." Ivan suddenly reminded us after the werewolf wizard left.

The werewolf wizard paused, looked back at him with a little surprise, then nodded, whispered something as if to say something, and turned to leave...

"I didn't think you knew a little about potions?" Doggett said unexpectedly.

"It's not the first day of Potions class at Hogwarts." Ivan shrugged.

"I was at Hogwarts back then, and I didn't teach that in first year." Doggett looked appreciative and reached out to caress Ivan's hair again, but this time he was still dodged.

"By the way, Dean Doggett, you don't like to see werewolves?" Ivan asked aloud.

"There are no wizards to see them, and even in Tumbledown Alley, few people are willing to recruit werewolves to work, they are just a bunch of troubles, they get out of control on the night of the full moon, and they are not very stable in normal times." Doggett glanced at him and explained.

"Isn't there a wolf poison potion?" Ivan was puzzled.

"Wolf poison potion? What is that? Doggett asked curiously.

Ivan suddenly shut up, he suddenly remembered that the wolf poison potion might not have been developed by Marcus and his uncle, no wonder the werewolves were so miserable.

But even if it does, most werewolves may not be able to afford it...

Doggett looked at Ivan suspiciously for a moment, took out the key, opened the door of the mansion, and walked in.

Ivan followed Doggett into the somewhat dilapidated mansion.

Everything inside looked a little cluttered, there was a large pile of empty wine bottles on the mahogany table in the hall, the floor was stained with some yellow, yellow, green and green stains, and the flying broom hanging on the wall was full of dust, I don't know how long it had been unused.

Although Ivan knew that this was a part of the mansion turned into a workplace, he never imagined that it would be like this.

Is this really a hospital? You're just going to let the patient stay here?

Ivan gave Doggett a strange look.

Doggett patted his head, he must have drunk too much wine yesterday, and he originally planned to clean it up when he got up in the morning, but he forgot about it for a while, but fortunately it wasn't Althea.

But when he usually stays alone, he obviously doesn't think it's too dirty, and it's okay...

Doggett muttered to himself, waving his wand.

"Clean up!"

The ripples of magic gradually spread to the surroundings, the crooked empty wine bottles were automatically collected in the corners, the tables and chairs were moved to their rightful places, and the dust was swept away in a short time....

In just a few minutes, the mansion was cleaned up and made to be habitable...

At this time, Ivan noticed that there were many large pictures hanging on the walls around the mansion,

Above is a young and handsome wizard with thick brown hair, holding a trophy in his hand or taking a photo with someone, with a hearty smile on his face...

"Who's that? Your brother, or your child? Ivan stared left and right.

"That's me!" Doggett glared at Ivan, this is unrecognizable?

Ivan looked at Doggett carefully, especially the thinning hair and beer belly, and compared the young and handsome appearance in the photo.

He really can't see it..

But think about it, who wasn't handsome back then...

Instead of letting Ivan stay in the hall for longer, Doggett took him to a closed room.

It was empty, except for a large boxy box in the corner, and Ivan walked a few steps to find that the surface of the box was engraved with a large number of unrecognizable magic inscriptions, which were different from what he had seen on the wand and the large booth when he broke through the level.

Other than that, it's hard to imagine that a single large chest could trap a terrifying Dementor.

Ivan pretended to accidentally touch it lightly,

[Magic Item: Preservation Box.]

Magic: Medium

Description: This is a special chest, which has the ability to isolate magic after burning some ancient magic texts. 】

"Don't touch it, I bought this box from the wizard market at a three-fold discount, and it may not be tightly sealed." Doggett stepped forward and slapped his hand away and said solemnly.

"I don't know why Althea would agree to you using Dementors to practice Divine Guardianship, but I warn you that this is a terrifying-looking creature..."

Ivan nodded, he knew it in his previous life when he was reading a book, and of course he knew the danger of Dementors.

"How are you going to practice? Need me a demo? Doggett didn't pour wine into his mouth, and looked at Ivan with some concern, his life would not be in danger with him by his side, but if he caused a psychological wound, Althea would definitely blame him.

"No need, let's just come..."Ivan thought about it, but still refused.

What he needs is pressure, the bigger the better...

Anyway, if something really happens, Doggett will deal with it in time.

(PS: I found a lot of information about the wolf poison potion, and the original book doesn't seem to mention the specific time of the invention, only that it was invented recently, so it's set when Harry was in his second year. Please refer to this book for details. ）