Chapter 700：

Those big eyes looked around, raising his head as if to capture the foreign owl scent that had not yet dissipated in the air.

John held a letter and looked at it. It was from Lockhart.

As a top figure in the wizarding world, John could imagine the reaction of this man with a strong desire to perform when he found out about television.

When he was teaching at Hogwarts, Lockhart shamelessly used his own works as dramas to teach.

Now that there is such a good opportunity for more people to see his work intuitively, Lockhart cannot sit still.

He strongly requested that his works be put on the big screen.

And he secretly said that it would be best to let the handsome Gilderoy Lockhart himself play the role.

For this reason, John burned the letter and pretended he had not seen it.

It’s better to leave photography like this to professionals.

Lockhart would be better off staying at home and studying his next book.

However, he reminded John that as the top IP in the magical world, the entire Lockhart series is definitely qualified to enter the screen.

At the moment, John doesn't want to enter that era of entertainment to death, where there are Muggles outside and saints inside.

He needs to let wizards understand Muggles, but he doesn't want wizards to become like Muggles.

March moved forward without saying a word.

Where the wizard cannot see, the world is moving further due to the efforts of a group of people.

International Institute of Magical Science and Technology.

Potions Department.

As the deputy dean, Damo Alex has not left the house for several months.

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

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

Werewolf vaccine.

The catalog John gave him meant he never went out.

Although many potion masters from the Magic Masters Association were recruited, it took them three months just to read through those books.

When it came time to practice, ten of them came up with ten potions.

Everyone’s understanding is different, resulting in ten different potions.

"No, it's impossible for us to complete it if this continues!"

Damo Alex poured a bottle of refreshing potion into his mouth, and the thick smoke in his ears came out like a steam train.

His eyes widened. Everyone must break through one point together.

At the beginning, he vowed that it would be successful.

Wouldn't it be a slap in the face if he failed this time?

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

The Potions Department is different from the Alchemy Department. Their building is all black. From a distance, it looks like a huge black square box.

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

Damo Alex cheered on the potion masters and said: "The Medal of Merlin is waiting for us!"

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

Although some magic potion refining cycles even start on an annual basis, the werewolf vaccine that needs to be spread on a large scale obviously cannot take too long.

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

But they show no sign of completion.

"There must be something wrong." Another potion master couldn't help but said, "For example, we can try to increase the size of the wolfsbane aconite in this paper."

"That thing is already at the extreme dose. If it is increased, it may not be a medicine, but a poison."

"Fart, as long as we go through a few more rounds of dilution, the toxin of Wolfsbane Aconitum can be alleviated."

It has not been successfully developed yet, and as a result, there was an internal problem first.

We are all masters of potions, all of them are arrogant and arrogant, and no one is convinced by anyone.

They used their knowledge to argue, like eight hundred ducks quacking.

Damo and Alex are going crazy. Do they want to lose face and ask John for help?

Just at this time.

His savior has come.

An owl was almost killed by the black smoke that filled the room. It hurriedly threw down a red envelope and left.

The Potions Masters fell silent.

​Because it was a howler letter.

They cast strange looks at each other, and no one could guess who the snarling letter was addressed to.

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

It’s for yourself.

He was silent.

But when he touched the roaring letter, it started to trigger.

"Dharma Alex Belby!"

Slughorn's voice sounded with such power that it made the black smoke fall back.

As the principal of Hogwarts, Slughorn studied the thesis for three months.

The first thing he did after he succeeded was to send a roaring letter to settle accounts with his former students.

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

"Fortunately, my knowledge of potions is rich enough, otherwise I would never know that I need to add the wolf's right toe after stirring it counterclockwise for two and a half times with the wand!"

"Sufficient toxicity can be used to stabilize the curse after injecting a vaccine into the werewolf on a full moon night!"

The words roared down.

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

The mystery of their failure was solved.

They are wrong.

Because what they consider is the dosage of the wizard, and completely forget about the physical changes that will occur after becoming a werewolf.

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

They had an unprecedented tacit understanding, without much communication, and started a new refinement.

Soon, a brand 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 dark lip marks on his old face.

According to unreliable information, Alex Belby, the deputy director of the well-known International Academy of Magical Science and Technology Research, went out in the middle of the night, ran naked in Hogsmeade Village, and shouted one sentence.

"Teacher loves me!"

Therefore, a strange news about sadomasochism between teachers and students and the failure of love appeared on the Corner Channel.

At least when John saw it, he suspected that he had seen fake news.

"Should I restrain Xenophilius? Do you dare to put this kind of fake news as a lace?"

John originally thought so, but when he saw Dharma Alex coming to Silverhand Manor naked, he found that he had wrongly blamed Mr. Lovegood.

"If you are really stressed, I have a very reliable psychological expert here." He stared at the flushed Damo Alex strangely.

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

Looking at the dark circles that had occupied the entire eye socket, John wondered if Damo Alex had slept.

"I succeeded, I succeeded!" Damo Alex's excitement was like taking a bite of ice cream in winter.

The cold feeling that went straight to his brain made him sober as never before.

"Succeeded?" John was stunned.

Damo Alex pulled John to go over, but John resisted.

He didn’t want others to see him with Damo Alex, a person with no clues.

The second king also needs face.

He simply opened a transmission channel.

Two people entered together.

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

Can you imagine a group of men, at least in their sixties, stripping off their clothes and celebrating?

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

John leaned over and turned around to see ten pairs of fiery eyes.

He automatically ignored those people and focused on looking at the potion.

He opened the bottle cap, and a smell that couldn't tell whether it was smelly or fragrant came out.

Originally, what John handed over was only a semi-finished product, but these potion masters worked tirelessly to create the last half.

Now we need volunteers to conduct experiments.

John needs to take care of this.

In Azkaban, some once bloodthirsty werewolves are still imprisoned.

John asked Sophie to go find some experimental subjects.

Without hesitation, Zoffie took the person to the Potions Department.

"We estimate that this potion needs to be injected in two parts, one in the human body, and the second time in the lycanthrope during the full moon." Damo Alex said while getting dressed.

His set of clothes had been thrown away somewhere when he was running wildly at night. Fortunately, he still had a spare one.

These things are not too difficult for John.

First, inject the vaccine into each werewolf thug. When the full moon comes, John injects the vaccine through a huge needle into the werewolf who wants to attack.

After half an hour passed, John pushed a former Death Eater and current Azkaban prisoner inside.

Sharing a room with a werewolf, the prisoner screamed.

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

The result is very good.

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

Killing some prisoners had no objection whatsoever to John or the potion masters.

Don’t forget, Bodhidharma Alex also directly found Tang Mi, who was still a werewolf, for experiments.

As researchers, they will not show mercy to the experimental subjects.

After that came several prisoners and werewolves.

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

Of course, limited to bites and scratches.