Chapter 306: One Of Our Own? No Wonder This Guy Is So Generous! He Has An Idea For My Daughter!
Dumbledore planned to find Blake now.
Because he has been back for a while.
Dean Bohan still wanted to talk to him.
It's just that Dumbledore saw that Blake was busy with the life-extending potion recently.
I thought Blake would be busy during this time.
Perhaps there was no time yet to study the Longbottoms' treatment options.
Therefore, I never talked to him about this matter.
But now, since everything has come together.
Why don't you let Blake talk to Dean Bohan first?
Blake is so talented.
Maybe after talking with a senior therapist like Dean Bohan.
Will it help with treatment options?
“Sylvanus, wait a minute, I’m going to find Blake now.
"Then let's go find Dean Bohan together and let him take a look at your hands and feet."
Professor Kettleburn smiled and said: "If you want to show off to old Bohan, of course, but you may not be able to find Blake now."
Dumbledore's smile froze slightly, "Did...he go out again?"
Professor Kettleburn said, "Yes! I came to you to tell you about it after he left."
"Then...do you know where Blake went?" Dumbledore asked helplessly.
"Then I don't know, you know, his magical teleportation magic
"By the way, did you teach him the teleportation magic?" Professor Kettleburn asked curiously.
He has never seen such amazing magic!
It seems much more convenient than Apparating!
Just like the legendary teleporters!
Dumbledore sighed softly again.
"I don't have such ability." Four Zero Seven"
"Could it be that...this is another magic he created himself?"
Professor Kettleburn's eyes widened in shock.
Now he is numb with shock. Can a person really be so evil?
Compared to Blake, he felt like his age had gone to waste.
"It's not all his own magic...but, it has to be said that, like Blake himself, it is a miracle..."
Just when Dumbledore was telling Professor Kettleburn some of Blake's past.
Blake had now reached the base at the top of the mountain.
At this time, almost all the housing on the top of the mountain was finished.
The wizards' construction ability is still very strong.
What's more, this is a group of powerful wizards.
There are several houses scattered on the top of the mountain.
It ensures that everyone in the world has a house as a personal residence.
However, right in the middle of these houses, there is a larger house.
This place was specially built for Blake.
Of course, it is also the place where they gather.
At this time, everyone is already waiting here.
When Blake comes.
Old Lap was busy putting the potion into the bottle.
However, Blake found that his hands were shaking a little.
Spellcasting is far less precise than before.
Blake was a little strange at first.
However, when he discovered that Agatha had half of her head wrapped in a bandage, he knew what had happened.
"So, who of you wins?"
Blake asked with interest as soon as he walked in the door.
Agatha covered half of her face, but hesitated to speak.
"I lost." Old Lepp said cheerfully.
Agatha said angrily: "How can the winner be injured while the loser is unscathed?"
"Can I see your injuries?" Blake pulled out her wand.
He really likes therapy and stuff.
Because it's often easier to get treasure chests this way.
Moreover, the quality of the treasure chests obtained is generally not low.
After all, for the teacher.
Injuries that cannot be healed immediately are actually quite troublesome.
Old Lepp said apologetically: "I'm really sorry, but... you are too strong, and I haven't done anything for too long."
The answer is obvious.
Agatha is very powerful, Blake knows it.
This resulted in Lao Lepp being so oppressed that he had to use his ability to press the bottom of the box.
Then, he didn't stop...
From this point of view, the outcome is actually obvious.
Obviously, Old Lepp has more powerful spells and is stronger.
On the contrary, the spells that are not powerful do not know as much as Agatha.
Therefore, it is a bit difficult to discuss.
However, it is really a matter of life and death.
Old Rip could definitely take down Agatha easily with those magic spells of his.
"It doesn't matter, Old Lepp, I was the one who pestered you and insisted on dueling with you."
Agatha waved her hand indifferently.
She saw Blake coming over to see her wounds.
He quickly said: "Old Lepp has already broken the curse for me. It only takes a few days for the curse to be completely removed and I can be cured by the healing spell."
Blake smiled and said: "Don't worry, let me take a look. Maybe we don't need to wait a few days."
"Don't you still believe in my healing skills?"
Naturally, everyone believed in Blake's healing skills.
Because every one of these people present was cured by Blake.
Blake can even be discharged from the "psychiatric ward".
What reason do they have to doubt Blake's healing skills?
"Of course I believe in your healing skills, but..."
"This wound has not healed yet, and because it still contains a curse, so
"It looks a bit 'disgusting' and I'm worried it might cause you discomfort.
Agatha covered half of her face and explained quickly.
Old Rip smoked his pipe guiltily.
I secretly blamed myself for being so brave and fierce back then.
The habit of fighting and fighting to the death has still not been changed to this day.
As a result, they competed with their own people and inadvertently injured their work.
"It's okay, leave it to me."
For this kind of wound, even without a wishful wand.
Blake himself can also heal.
What's more, now that I have this magical wand...
Treatment is faster.
Moreover, it can also feedback a more efficient healing spell to Blake!
Plus there is a chance to farm treasure chests.
Faced with this kind of opportunity, how could Blake let it go?
Seeing that Blake is going to treat people.
Everyone gathered around to watch the excitement.
As the magic bandage on Agatha's face was removed.
I remembered the sound of gasping for air around me.
I saw that the entire right side of Agatha's face was a bloody mess!
Old Lepp's head almost dropped to his chest...
"I'm sorry... I really... struck too hard..."
Agatha wanted to laugh, but her smile hurt her wounds.
Her face was throbbing with pain again, so she had to raise the corners of her mouth slightly, and said with a forced smile: "Fighting with you is the only pleasure. Others... are tied up."
While checking the wounds on her face, Blake complained: "Next time your hands are itchy, come and fight with me..."
"You bully the old man like this, can the old man not beat you?"
When Agatha heard this, she wanted to laugh again, but as soon as she smiled, she felt so painful that she wanted to cry again.
Blake raised his wand and pointed lightly.
Blue light shines!
"Eh? Is my injury healed? Hahaha! I can't feel the pain anymore!"
After feeling no pain, Agatha laughed wildly.
"Not yet! Don't move!" Blake pushed her back onto the chair.
Just now, he tried out an advanced version of the anesthetic spell with the Ruyi Wand.
It's an anesthetic spell that only blocks pain.
Not the anesthetic spell that numbed Professor Kettleburn's whole body that day.
After silently memorizing this new anesthetic spell.
Blake began to heal Agatha.
Another shining blue light!
Everyone looked at Agatha again.
I saw that the right half of her face was still stained with blood.
But obviously, the exposed flesh and blood was obvious.
Now a new layer of skin has grown!
Blake took a handkerchief, wetted it, and wiped Agatha's face.
"Hiss..." Everyone gasped again.
"What...what happened?" Agatha panicked.
Everyone took a deep breath just now, entirely because their wounds were so scary...
She had seen it in the mirror herself, and it was really scary...
And now, everyone takes a breath of cold air again, why is this?
A bad feeling arose in Agatha's heart.
He quickly took out a mirror and looked at it.
T-......
"LET...
Agatha gasped.
"Blake...I...what kind of curse are you doing?"
"Why has my skin become so fair and tender?"
There was surprise in Agatha's voice.
Originally, Agatha's skin was due to her years of hospitalization.
Very dull, even ugly bags under the eyes.
but now…………
None of these!
Even my originally dark yellow face became as white and tender as an egg!
In fact, this was because Blake used the wishful wand to treat Agatha just now.
Suddenly something occurred to me.
Wouldn't it be great if there was a magic spell that could beautify your skin?
Then Blake added a little "ingredient" to the healing spell for testing...
As a result, the wishful wand did not disappoint him and directly gave Agatha a real-life beauty look.
"Ahem... This is just a little magic spell I just invented, not worth mentioning."
Blake was satisfied and received a gold treasure chest and a silver treasure chest from Agatha.
Then, he felt that the eyes of all the women at the scene became hot when they looked at him...
For example, Agnes still has a scorched face because she has been hospitalized for too long.
And Winsty, who looked sickly pale...
However, Blake certainly won't refuse to give them a set of beauty spells.
After the spell is finished.
Blake looked at Agnes and Winsty, who had become radiant.
He nodded with satisfaction.
After tidying up a little, their complexion improved immediately!
If the cloth style to the charm value.
Then Agatha and the other witches who were devastated by illness.
The charm has increased by at least five or six points!
Agnes and Winsty after looking in the mirror.
Once again, each contributed a gold treasure chest to Blake!
This made Blake very happy.
The wishful wand is so easy to use...
Agatha is still reluctant to put down the mirror in her hands.
"Honestly, I've never seen myself look so beautiful!"
Old Lepp sighed, "I think you can just open a magic beauty salon in the future!"
"Then... there will be no ugly witches."
Allen, who had been silent until now, interrupted.
Blake felt that Allen was right.
There should be no ugly witches when there is magic.
Blake suddenly remembered a certain demon hunter known as the Witch Piledriver...
"My badge vibrated, there must be a witch nearby...ahem..."
Blake said to Old Rep: "This idea of yours is actually a good one.
"We could indeed open a magical beauty salon."
"As long as this curse doesn't spread, we may earn more money than the life-extending potion..."
In this world, the best money to earn is women’s money.……
Lao Lepu said helplessly: "We don't have so much energy to open another beauty salon now."
"You know, we have spent too much energy just to maintain this potion shop."
Blake smiled and said: "Don't worry, Old Repp, Wright has already reached an agreement with Mr. Delacour.
"Right now, he is talking to the head of the Wofu family...
"I believe that before long, we won't have to invest too much energy in this potion store."
Just when Blake and Old Rep were chatting and laughing.
Mr. Delacour, who was far away in France, couldn't sleep.
He looked at the long piece of parchment in 1.1's hand and couldn't calm down for a long time.
Because it is recorded on this parchment.
It is the magic potion formula for life-extending potion, and it is the most complete version!
Anyone with a little knowledge of potions can cook potions according to this recipe.
He still remembered the discussion he had with the man named Wright during the day.
He tentatively asked Wright how he planned to mass-produce the life-extending potion while keeping the formula secret.
Under normal circumstances, this kind of confidential potion formula is obtained from different potion masters who do not know each other.
In different places, the diagrams are separated from each other to complete an independent step.
Then put them together to make the finished product.
However, the man named Wright gave him a piece of parchment directly.
And he said that this is the formula of the life-extending magic potion.
He still remembers what Wright said at that time.
"This recipe must be considered very precious by others."
"But for Blake, it's nothing.
"Moreover, before I left, he told me that I could trust Mr. Delacour..."
"He said that since we have cooperated, we are our own people."
"You can never trust your own people too much."
When Wright said this, he winked at himself meaningfully.
Mr. Delacour thought back to this.
Suddenly I remembered that I deliberately emphasized my tone on my own person.
Combined with his meaningful eyes...
"wrong!"
Mr. Delacour stood up suddenly.
"One of our own? Is that bastard planning on my daughter?"
"I just said why is that boy so generous!".