Lord of the Nation: Mutated golden talent at the beginning

Morris looked at the weakly breathing figure on the ground, and couldn't help but shudder.

The wand in his hand had just fallen to the ground from the fright.

The power of this spell is greater than the three unforgivable spells!

And it's unheard of to be able to summon thunder and lightning without using a spell.

That blonde wizard... Who the hell is it!?

Morris's eyes, hidden under the black robe, couldn't help but glance at Lorne, who was crouching on the ground to check on Selwyn's dead and alive.

His handsome face looks very amiable, and it seems harmless to humans and animals.

"It's okay not to die. "

Lorne looked at Selwyn, whose chest was still heaving, and nodded in satisfaction.

He had controlled the power of the thunderbolt just now, otherwise Selwyn would have turned into ashes by now.

Use your wand to control some of the serious injuries on his body a little bit, so that he doesn't bleed to death.

Now the living sacrifice for Tom's resurrection is ready.

At present, there is only a little DNA left to perform the ninjutsu of reincarnation in the soil.

Thinking of this, Lorne's gaze swept to Morris, who was standing stupidly in place.

This is the werewolf who needs a wolf poison potion?

"Hello sir, my name is Maurice Carr!"

Seeing Lorne's gaze, Morris hurriedly said.

"If you don't have anything to do, I wonder if I'll be able to get out of here?"

"Of course, I didn't see what just happened!"

The impact of the scene just now was too great for him, for fear that if he was not careful, he would be like Selwyn lying on the ground.

"You're a werewolf?"

Lorne looked at the flustered Morris and asked curiously.

"It's... Yes sir!"

"I need a potion of wolf poison to bring me back to my senses on a full moon night!"

Maurice gritted his teeth and whispered in reply.

He knew that his conversation with Selwyn's Death Eater had been overheard by the man in front of him.

There's no way to hide.

"Is that so..."

Lorne glanced at him, then turned and put Selwyn's body into the Divine Space.

Watching the body gradually suck into an unknown vortex, Morris's head lowered.

"Let's go, you should have a place to live in Tumbledown Alley. "

Although it was a question sentence, Lorne's tone was very affirmative.

Homeless, disgusted werewolves, like these, can only wander the forest or find an abandoned dilapidated house in Tumbledown Alley.

"Yes, sir—"

"Please follow me!"

Looking at Morris in front of him, who obediently led the way, Lorne chuckled and dispersed the golden thunderbolts wrapped around his palms.

Sure enough, in Tumbledown Alley, only power is the root of everything.

Passing through the dark road, I passed by pieces of collapsed houses.

Finally stopped in front of a dilapidated two-story building.

"This is where I live. "

Maurice pushed open the wooden door, keeping himself out of Lorne's eyes as much as possible.

He knew that he couldn't resist at the hands of the blonde wizard, and that he might as he was to be killed.

"Nice environment. "

Lorne walked into the room and whispered as he looked at the clean floors and furniture around him.

The wizard's house is basically not too dirty.

Because cleaning up the environment only requires the simplest of spells, which is a casual thing to do.

"I can help you regain your sanity after becoming a werewolf. "

Sitting down on a wooden chair, Lorne smiled and said what he was trying to do this time.

The high-grade potion of wolf poison potion had also been Xi by him.

The process of brewing this potion is complicated, but it is not too difficult for Lorne now.

Especially under the extreme observation power of the kaleidoscope.

Although his current potion technology is still a little far from Snape's, a wolf poison potion can still be brewed.

What's more, he now wants to see if his horse charm can completely remove the werewolf curse in the wizard's body.

"But I don't have any gold gallons!"

Maurice knew where he was, he had nothing but a life.

That's how he was tricked into doing things by Selwyn in the first place.

"Rest assured, you won't be charged anything. "

"You just need to help me do an experiment. "

"If it succeeds—"

Lorne said slowly.

"Your werewolf curse will disappear completely. "

"It's-"

Morris's eyes widened when he heard this.

"And what if it fails?"

He asked cautiously.

"There is nothing wrong with failure. "

Lorne pulled a glass of chocolate milk out of his space and took a sip.

The truth is exactly what he said, and as for whether to believe it or not, it depends on the other party.

Anyway, whether this werewolf accepts it or not, he will use the horse charm to conduct experiments.

But whoever called Lorne was a polite little wizard.

“... I agree with your deal!"

Morris was silent for a moment, then gritted his teeth and nodded.

If only you could get rid of the curse of the werewolf.

Maurice is fed up with being a werewolf hiding in Tibet, and is discriminated against and feared by various wizards every day.

Now, even if there is only a glimmer of hope, he will not hesitate to grasp it.

"Wise choice. "

Lorne chuckled, then took out the horse charm on his chest and aimed it at Maurice.

The definition of the horse charm is to cure all diseases, and it can also be lifted for any curse caused by external forces.

But since werewolves had never been tested, he didn't know if it would work.

As the horse charm glowed under Morris's astonished gaze, it emitted a soft white light.

At that moment, he felt as if his body had ascended to heaven, and he was very comfortable.

"Wait—"

Morris hurriedly pulled off the black robe on his arm, and looked at the skin without any scars, and he was stunned for a moment.

"My wound from a werewolf bite... Gone!?"

"Would you like to give it a try?"

Lorne laughed too, and he grabbed his wand and closed the curtains of the room.

Before Morris, who was stunned, could reply, a full moon slowly rose from his wand.

Werewolves have the Xi of howling whenever they see the moon, even if it's not the real moon.

"It's gone, it's gone!"

"Curse - curse is gone!"

Maurice stared at the full moon with wide eyes, and the remaining desires were now gone.

"I'm recovered?"

He muttered in disbelief.

Then, he turned to look at Lorne, who was sitting in a wooden chair drinking chocolate milk.

"Sir—please let me be your loyal dog!"