Think About It, Who Wasn't Handsome…
Five hundred Galleons?
The Scruffy Wizard's brows drew together in a scowl, and his eyes flashed with anger, but he spoke in a low voice.
"I don't have that much … but I can pay for your work."
"No need, I don't need any help here…especially not a werewolf! How much money do you have, I'll see what I can do…" Douggart was impatient.
Exposed, the wizard trembled, but did not overreact. He searched his ragged robes with his right hand, but found only fifty Galleons, a few Sickles, and a few Knuts.
After a moment's thought, the wizard tried to retrieve some more, but Doggett managed to snatch all the Galleons out of his hands, and neither Sickle nor Knut moved. "Poor werewolf…" they muttered, before pulling their wands out for treatment.
Dougett muttered something under his breath and placed his wand against the wizard's pitted left hand. Thick black smoke was drawn out and directed by Dougett's wand into the grass on the right.
The weeds that came into contact with the black gas withered, and Ivan watched in horror as he wondered what kind of dark magic could have such an effect.
"All right, piss off." The treatment only lasted a minute or so before Doggett stopped.
The black aura on the wizard's left hand had faded, but not completely, and the general trauma was ignored by Doggett.
This was how fifty Galleons were treated,
As long as he doesn't die…
In any case, werewolves heal quickly, and when the next full moon comes, these injuries and the remaining black gas will naturally disappear…
Accustomed to being treated like this, the werewolf wizard did not react. He simply turned and walked away.
"The juice of Dittany can be used to treat external injuries. The roots of wormwood are ground into powder, which should have a certain effect on the injuries caused by Dark Magic," Ivan suddenly reminded the werewolf wizard after he left.
The werewolf-wizard paused, looked back at him with mild surprise, then nodded, whispered something, and left…
"I didn't know you knew anything about potions," Doug said.
"It's not the first day of Potions at Hogwarts." Ivan shrugged.
"I didn't teach it in my first year at Hogwarts," said Doggett, looking impressed. He reached out to stroke Ivan's hair again, but managed to avoid touching it.
"By the way, Dean Doggart, you dislike werewolves?" Yvonne asked.
"No wizard is fond of them, and even in Knockturn Alley, few are willing to hire werewolves to work for them. They are a troublesome lot, often out of control when the moon is full, and often unstable," Doggett explained, glancing at him.
"Isn't there a Wolfsbane Potion?" Ivan asked, puzzled.
"Wolfsbane Potion? What's that?" Dagget asked curiously.
Ivan immediately shut up. He suddenly remembered that the Wolfsbane Potion might not have even been developed by Marcus's uncle. No wonder werewolves were so miserable.
However, even if it was developed, most werewolves might not be able to afford it…
Dagget eyed Ivan suspiciously for a moment, then took out his key and unlocked the front door of the house.
Ivan followed Doggett into the rather run-down house.
It was a bit of a mess, with a large number of empty wine bottles on the mahogany table in the hall, yellow and green stains on the floor, and a broomstick hanging on the wall covered in dust.
Yvonne knew it was a part of the mansion that had been turned into a workplace, but she had never expected it to look like this.
'Is this really a hospital? Are you just going to keep the patients here?'
Ivan gave Doggart an odd look.
Doggett smacked his head. He must have had too much to drink the night before. He had planned to clean up when he woke up in the morning, but he had forgotten. Fortunately, it was not Alicia.
However, when he was alone, he felt that it was not too dirty, but he could still get by…
Dawg muttered to himself, waving his wand.
"Clean it up!"
The ripples of magic gradually spread in all directions, and the toppled empty bottles were automatically gathered in a corner, the tables and chairs moved to where they belonged, and the dust was swept away in a short period of time…
Within a few minutes, the mansion had been made habitable…
It was only then that Yvonne noticed the large photographs on the walls of the house,
It showed a handsome young wizard with a head of thick brown hair, holding a trophy in his hand, or posing for a photo with someone, and a broad smile on his face…
"Who's that? Your brother, or the baby?" Yvonne asked, looking around.
"That's me!" said Doggett, glaring at Ivan.
Yvonne examined Doggett carefully, especially his thin hair and beer belly, comparing him to the handsome young man in the photograph.
He really couldn't tell…
Come to think of it, who hadn't been handsome before…
Dougett did not allow Ivan to remain in the hall, and instead led him to an enclosed room.
It was empty except for a large, square chest in the corner, and when Ivan took a few steps into the room, he saw that the chest was engraved with a large number of unknown runes, unlike the ones he had seen on the wand and on the stage.
Otherwise, it is hard to imagine that a large suitcase could hold a Dementor.
Yvonne pretended to touch it carelessly,
[Magical Item: Save Box
Magic: medium
[Description: This is a special case that has been engraved with ancient magical runes and has the ability to isolate magic.]
"Don't touch it. I bought this case from the Wizarding Market at a thirty percent discount. It's not necessarily sealed tight." Dougett stepped forward and slapped his hand away.
"I don't know why Alicia would approve of you using a Dementor to practise the art of Huggering, but I would remind you that it is a fearsome-looking creature…"
Ivan nodded. He had read about Dementors in his previous life and knew how dangerous they were.
"How are you going to practice? Do you want me to show you?" Dougett stopped pouring wine into his mouth and looked at Yvonne worriedly. She would not be in mortal danger with him around, but she would blame him if he was traumatized.
"There's no need, just answer it…" Ivan thought for a moment and refused.
What he needs is pressure, the bigger the better…
In any case, if anything did happen, Doggett would deal with it.
(PS: A lot of information has been found on the Wolfsbane Potion, and the book does not seem to mention when it was invented, although Lupin did mention in the third volume that it was recently invented, and I'll keep the author's word for that, so it's set to be Harry's second year, um… for this book.)