I swung a sword at Hogwarts

Those big eyes darted around, and the head cocked as if to catch the foreign scent of an owl that lingered in the air.

John was holding a letter and looking at it. It was from Lockhart.

As a top star in the wizarding world, John could imagine the reaction of this performer with a strong desire to perform when he learned about television.

While teaching at Hogwarts, Lockhart once shamelessly taught by performing his own works into dramas.

Now that there is such a good opportunity to let more people see his work directly, Lockhart can't sit still.

He strongly requested that his works be brought to the big screen.

And they hinted that it would be best if the handsome Gilderoy Lockhart himself could play the role.

For this reason, John lit the letter and pretended not to see it.

It’s better to leave photography to professionals.

Lockhart would be better off staying home and working on his next book.

However, he did remind John that as the top IP in the wizarding world, the entire Lockhart series is definitely qualified to be on the screen.

At present, John does not want to enter the era of entertainment to death, where there are Muggles outside and saints inside.

He needed wizards to understand Muggles, but he didn't want wizards to become like Muggles.

March marched on in silence.

In places that wizards cannot see, the world is moving further thanks to the efforts of a group of people.

International Institute of Magical Technology.

Potions Department.

Alex, the deputy dean, hasn't left the house for months.

The room was filled with thick black smoke, and the hairless head with red eyes in the smoke was staring at the mountain of information and scratching his head like a vampire.

Damo Alex, who had used too many stimulants and had black smoke coming out of his ears, said to himself, "What went wrong?"

Werewolf vaccine.

The catalogue John gave him kept him from going out.

Even though they had consulted many potion masters from the Magic Masters Guild, it still took them three months just to thoroughly master those books.

When it came to practice, the ten of them came up with ten kinds of medicines.

Everyone has a different understanding, resulting in ten different medicines.

"No, there's no way we'll finish this!"

Damo Alex guzzled a bottle of stimulant into his mouth, and smoke came out of his ears like a steam train.

His eyes widened, and everyone had to work together to break through one point.

At the beginning, he vowed that he could succeed.

If he fails now, wouldn't that be a slap in his face?

Restarting research on a new werewolf vaccine in the Potions Department.

The Potions Department is different from the Alchemy Department. Their building is completely black and looks like a huge black square box from a distance.

"The Alchemy Department has made a name for itself, we can't lose!"

Damo Alex cheered on all the potion masters and made a big promise: "The Order of Merlin is waiting for us!"

"Stop talking nonsense, Belby." A potion master who was deceived said angrily, "Your method doesn't work at all!"

Although the production cycle of some potions even starts from one year, the production cycle of werewolf vaccine, which needs to be spread on a large scale, obviously cannot be too long.

Logically speaking, one month is the longest time for refining.

But they showed no signs of completion.

"There must be something wrong." Another potion master couldn't help but say, "For example, we can try to increase the amount of Aconitum carmichaelii in this paper."

"That thing is already the maximum dose. If you increase it, it's very likely that it won't be medicine anymore, it'll be poison."

"Bullshit! As long as we go through a few more rounds of dilution, the toxins from Aconitum chamaejasme can be alleviated."

Before the product was successfully developed, internal problems arose.

They are all Potions Masters, and they are all very proud and arrogant, and no one is willing to submit to anyone else.

They used their knowledge to argue, like eight hundred ducks quacking at the same time.

Damo Alex was going crazy. Should he lower himself to ask John for help?

Just at this time.

His savior has arrived.

An owl was almost suffocated by the black smoke in the room. It hurriedly dropped a red envelope and left.

The Potions Masters fell silent.

Because it was a Howler letter.

They gave each other odd looks, and no one could guess to whom the Howler was addressed.

Damo Alex walked over unhappily, picked it up and took a look at it.

It’s for myself.

He was silent.

But when he touched the howling letter, it was triggered.

"Dharma Alex Belby!"

Slughorn's voice rang out with such force that the black smoke recoiled.

As the headmaster of Hogwarts, Slughorn worked on his thesis for three months.

The first thing he did after he became successful was to send a shouting letter to settle accounts with his former students.

"You big liar, what do you mean by having hands is enough? I really want to pick up my wand and turn you into a five-legged monster, put you in a cage and let you be laughed at for the rest of your life."

"Fortunately, I have a wealth of knowledge about potions, otherwise I would never have known that I need to add the wolf's right toe after stirring it counterclockwise two and a half times with the wand!"

"Toxic enough to stabilize the curse after the werewolf is vaccinated on a full moon night!"

He roared out a few words.

Not only was Damo Alex not angry, he even wanted to kiss the howling letter.

The mystery of their failure was solved.

They are wrong.

Because they were considering the dosage of the wizard and completely forgot about the physical changes after being transformed into a werewolf.

Not only him, the entire Potions Department stopped arguing instantly.

They had an unprecedented tacit understanding and did not need to communicate too much before starting a new refining process.

Soon, a new bottle of werewolf vaccine appeared.

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Chapter 714 Werewolf Vaccine Successful, Vaccination

According to unreliable sources.

Horace Slughorn, the headmaster of Hogwarts, was attacked by a bald man in the middle of the night, leaving three black lip marks on his old face.

According to unreliable sources, Alex Belby, the vice-president of the famous International Academy of Magical Technology, went out in the middle of the night, ran naked in Hogsmeade village, and shouted a sentence.

"The teacher loves me!"

Therefore, a strange news about the abusive relationship between a teacher and a student and unrequited love appeared on the Corner Channel.

At least when John saw it, he suspected that he was seeing fake news.

"Should I restrain Xenophilius? How dare he publish such fake news as gossip?"

John originally thought so, but when he saw Damo Alex coming to Silverhand Manor naked, he realized that he had wronged Mr. Lovegood.

"If you are really under a lot of pressure, I have a very reliable psychological expert here." He stared at Damo Alex, whose face was flushed, strangely.

Could it be that I put too much pressure on him and drove him crazy?

Looking at the dark circles that had taken over his entire eye sockets, John wondered if Damo Alex had ever slept.

"I succeeded, I succeeded!" Dharma Alex's excitement was like eating ice cream in winter.

The icy feeling that reached his brain made him clearer than ever before.

"Successful?" John was stunned.

Damo Alex pulled John over, but John resisted.

He didn't want anyone to see him with Damo Alex, a naked man.

The second king also has to save face.

He simply opened a transmission channel.

Two people entered together.

Only then did John realize that Damo Alex was not the only one who was crazy.

Can you imagine a group of men in their sixties taking off their clothes and celebrating there?

A bottle of potion as clear as spring water was placed on the table.

John moved closer and looked back to see ten pairs of fiery eyes.

He automatically ignored those people and focused on examining the potion.

He opened the bottle cap and a smell wafted out that was hard to tell whether it was smelly or fragrant.

Originally, what John handed over was only a semi-finished product, but this group of potion masters worked tirelessly and managed to produce the last half.

Now we need volunteers to conduct the experiment.

This is something John needs to take care of.

In Azkaban, some of the once bloodthirsty werewolves are still imprisoned.

John asked Zoffy to go and find some experimental subjects.

Zoffy didn't hesitate and took him to the Potions Department.

"We estimate that this potion will need to be injected twice, once into the human body, and the second time into the werewolf's body during the full moon." Damo Alex said as he put on his clothes.

His suit of clothes had been thrown somewhere during his night run, but luckily he had a spare one.

These things were not too difficult for John.

First, inject the vaccine into each werewolf thug, and when the full moon comes, John will inject the vaccine into the body of the werewolf who wants to attack suddenly through a huge syringe.

Half an hour later, John pushed in a former Death Eater and current Azkaban prisoner.

The prisoner screamed when he was in the same room with the werewolf.

John and a group of potion masters were watching the situation inside through the glass.

The result is great.

The prisoner died, but he was not infected by the curse.

Neither John nor the potion masters had any objection to killing some prisoners.

Don't forget that Damo Alex once directly asked Tang Mi, who was still a werewolf, to conduct experiments.

As researchers, they have no sympathy for their experimental subjects.

Then there were a few more prisoners and a werewolf.

After several tests, the werewolf vaccine was found to be able to effectively inhibit the possibility of spreading the werewolf curse.

Of course, only bites and scratches are allowed.