Because of the destruction of the cabinet, Yifan, who was caught on the spot, reluctantly accepted a full hour of ideological education. After repeatedly promising to pay attention to it next time, he barely escaped other punishments.

Two days later, Ivan, who had made enough preparations, finally waited for the belated Dougt.

During the two days of waiting, Ivan was not idle.

Considering that I might encounter more than one werewolf this time, Ivan took the time to repair the dying magic circle. By the way, I found Esiah and used his grade points to quickly learn an offensive spell. Every battle needs to rely on blood magic to support the scene.

After learning that Ivan was preparing to study a potion that would keep the werewolves sane, Dougert quickly became interested.

If a little wizard who hadn't graduated said so, he would definitely sneer.

But because of the potions that had been brewed before, and Ivan said that he was inspired by Snape's classroom, Dougt gained a little more confidence in this.

"If the development is successful, you will probably be the smallest Merlin Medal recipient." Dougt couldn't help but admired, and then enthusiastically proposed that he wanted to join the research on the wolf poison potion.

Of course, Ivan readily agreed. He was thinking about how to frame Dougt in order to cover himself, but he didn't expect that he hadn't proposed yet, so he took the bait for the convenience.

After just chatting for a while, Ivan soon discovered that he might have underestimated Dougt.

Being able to be the deputy dean in his 30s, Dougte definitely has real materials. Although he doesn't usually see werewolves, he still puts forward some feasible plans from a pharmacological point of view.

Yifan was also very profitable for a while. If he had just boiled the medicine brainlessly with the formula before, he now has a deeper understanding of the formula composition of the wolf poison potion.

After walking for more than half an hour, the road is getting worse and worse. The east side of Knockdown Alley is almost a forgotten place. Dilapidated houses and broken stone pillars can be seen everywhere, and weeds and shrubs are everywhere.

Ivan looked around. Although he had already had some preparations, he didn't expect the werewolves to live here.

Because it doesn't seem to be a place where people can live at all.

Is it to avoid running away and hurting people on the night of the full moon?

Or is it simply because of poverty?

When Ivan was guessing, a red light hit the ground not far in front, and the rubble splashed up. Ivan subconsciously activated the protective ring on his right hand, and the magical barrier that rose out of thin air reduced a little The gravel was blocked.

On Dougt's side, gently waved his wand and swept away the rubble.

Suddenly being targeted in this way, even though there was no intention to attack directly, it still made Ivan frown, because this was not a good signal.

Ivan held the magic wand, but didn't mean to fight back, but spoke.

"Come out and talk, we are not malicious."

After a while, a thin young wizard walked out. He looked about seventeen or eighteen years old. At best, he was only a little older than George and Fred. He was wearing an old shaman robes that was not very decent. All of them are a little whitish.

He seemed to laugh at himself and said sarcastically.

"There are not many wizards in this ruined place, so let's talk about what you are here for first, right?"

Seeing his appearance, Ivan faintly remembered the other small werewolf he saw in front of the second-floor window, but this was obviously not the time to think about it. Ivan quickly sorted out his thoughts and pointed to Dougt said.

"This is the former Deputy Dean of St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injury and Injury, Dougter. He has been studying the emotional out-of-control of the werewolf after transforming into Knockdown Alley for so many years.

Now the research has made some breakthroughs, so I want to ask a few werewolf wizards. "

Considering that he is a little wizard who will only be in the second grade next semester, there is really no convincing, so Ivan put the title of research on the head of the deputy dean Dougt.

It was a misunderstanding, and he didn't directly mention the blood sampling.

Listening to Ivan's words, Dougter had a strange expression. He didn't know when he was studying the werewolves in Knockdown Alley.

But Dougt didn't refute anything, but followed Ivan's words and said to the little wizard.

"Yes, do you know the werewolves here?"

"Dougt? You were the one who wounded Fren last time?" The young wizard did not answer Dougt's question, but frowned.

"Fren?" Douglas paused and continued.

"Some time ago, I did treat a werewolf. If you were referring to him, of course it was correct."

"If you know him, then you should know how good my medical skills are." When he said this, Dougt was a little triumphant, and he felt that it would be easier to handle things with layers of relationships.

After all, he was also the savior of the werewolf.

But Ivan was not so optimistic, he became vigilant, because he found that the other party's expression became more and more angry.

Huh~

A dazzling red light flew out of the young wizard's wand and shot into the sky.

Seeing the other party's movements, Ivan, no matter how stupid he was, knew that the other party didn't plan to have a good talk. He suddenly turned his head and looked at Dougert angrily, asking what was going on? I knew he would come alone.

The latter had an innocent expression. He usually didn't bother to pay attention to the werewolf. The only contact he had was to heal the other party's injuries.

Unless the werewolf was put to death by him last time...Dougt stroked his chin, but this shouldn't be...

According to his judgment, the werewolf who was troubled by the black qi would heal for a few days at most.

The attitude of the two being uninhabited made the young wizard feel insulted, and a splitting curse was thrown out after raising his hand, and the target was directed at Dougt.

"Torn apart!"

Ivan didn't mean to shoot at all,

Dougte didn't care either. I don't know when the iron armor curse had been blessed on his body, and the light of the curse returned to its original path.

Not only that, but Doug did not have the habit of being passively beaten. Tap his wand lightly and cast one spell after another.

Although the werewolf wizard doesn't look great, his skill is unexpectedly good~com~ The most important thing is that he doesn't care about the image at all, and he rolls on the ground in a awkward manner and evades several spells.

But that's it.

Seeing Dougte failed to deal with the opponent in the first time, Ivan frowned, worried that the rising red light would attract more enemies, so he waved his magic wand...

The winding vines on one side of the wall were instantly activated, like a long whip drawn towards the opponent. The werewolf wizard who had been embarrassed under the attack of Dougert's curse, was unable to dodge and was drawn in his right arm.

In the next second, the vine rolled up with the arm, and the other vine underneath was a violent pull on the right leg of the werewolf wizard, forcing the opponent to lose his balance and fall to the ground...

Dougt took the opportunity to throw out a black light, and the werewolf wizard's struggling strength slowly diminished.

"Let’s catch him and leave first. I'm afraid it will be a little troublesome to stay here. Anyway, you only need a few tubes of blood, don’t you?" Dougter said, looking at the young werewolf wizard in the underground, very curious. Why did the other party hear his own name and act...

Thinking of this, Dougt was a little annoyed. When did his reputation get so bad?