Ellen, who had left Newmungaard, looked from afar at the huge, gloomy building with its high roof and many cell windows standing on the hillside, and fixed his eyes on the highest point of the prison.
Not only did Grindelwald refuse Allen's offer to save him in return, but he also refused Allen's offer of a new wand. He was only willing to accept some help that could improve his quality of life in prison. Thinking that even if Dumbledore didn't die, Lord Voldemort might still kill Grindelwald, who could only cast some simple spells without a wand, Allen couldn't help but feel a little sad.
When Allen appeared in the central square again, he saw Luna in the bustling crowd. She stood in front of the Dolce & Gabbana shop, looking at the distant sky. She tilted her head, and her light blonde hair fell over her shoulders. She lifted her skirt with one hand, and the perfume roses behind her back reflected her white figure.
"Hi, Allen." Luna's back was facing Allen, and her slender fingers made various ingenious shapes under the sunlight.
? Allen walked to Luna's side. Just as he raised his hand to greet Luna, he suddenly realized that he had forgotten to restore his original appearance.
Allen glanced at Luna. She didn't even turn around, but she could recognize him after taking the compound soup.
"Let's go." Allen shook his head and didn't care about it anymore. He gently pulled Luna, then turned around and walked towards the street. Luna followed behind him with her hands behind her back. Every step she took was on the spot Allen had just stepped on.
Allen's gaze was attracted by the scenery on both sides of the tree-lined road. He noticed that the area he was in now, whether it was the brown stone building or the sculpture in the middle of the square, was exactly the scene in Grindelwald's painting.
However, with the migration of time, many vines and leaves covered the walls, and many flowers were in full bloom around the house. Many of the shops on both sides of the road had changed their names to other businesses.
"This is no longer what he remembered." Allen's gaze slid across the names of the shops one by one as he thought to himself.
Allen suddenly felt that something was wrong. He couldn't hear Luna's footsteps. He quickly turned around and found that Luna had been quite a distance away from him. She was standing not far from the Muggle luxury shop when she saw him looking back.
Allen looked at Luna who was looking at him, and the corner of his mouth twitched into a smile. He deliberately raised his voice: "I've got it."
Luna looked at Allen with her misty eyes. Then she continued to take a few steps towards Allen, but her footsteps stopped again because Allen didn't notice that her smile had disappeared again.
She lowered her head, and the small leather shoes on her feet gently kicked the ground, making a knocking sound.
Allen's attention was once again attracted by Luna: "Luna?"
Luna raised her head and blinked. She took out an improved version of H94 from her arms and directly threw it in the middle of the pile of goods on the street waiting to be transported. The high pile of goods was instantly scattered, and the brand-new clothes were scattered everywhere, stained with a yellowish brown color. The unique smell began to fill the air.
"Run, hurry up." Luna shouted at Allen and quickly ran away. Allen was slightly stunned. Before the shop's staff rushed out, he quickly ran in the direction Luna ran.
Allen chased after Luna, and the two ran quickly along the exotic street.
Allen heard Luna's soft laughter and couldn't help but smile. The feeling of running with all his strength made his whole body light, and all the sadness and melancholy seemed to have been thrown far away.
"Call the police, that red-nosed drunkard is catching that little girl!" A pedestrian on the other side of the street shouted in surprise as he pointed at Allen and Luna.
"Wait, there's no need to call the police. That's just the father and daughter playing around. Can't you see that they're laughing?"
"But how can such an ugly man have such a beautiful daughter?" The voice of the passerby was particularly disdainful.
Hearing the conversation between the passers-by in German, Allen laughed even louder and louder.
After bypassing a small tavern on the street corner that specialized in local beer, in a secluded alley, Allen removed the effects of the compound medicine and returned to his original appearance: "By the way, did someone in the Muggle shop bully you?"
"No, but I saw that they were bullying me."
The two walked into the small tavern nearby. Because they couldn't drink, under the hospitality of the owner, they ordered the local specialty pickled cabbage juice and nutmeg cinnamon tea. Soon, the owner brought a cup of dark green and a cup of dark brown drinks and placed them on the table in front of Allen.
"Friendly reminder, don't forget to pinch your nose and hold your breath before drinking the pickled cabbage juice." The shop owner introduced the tea in English with a heavy German accent and smiled happily. "There's also nutmeg and cinnamon tea, pepper, cinnamon, nutmeg, and a little milk. Is this the tea brother from the Himalayas? Wonderful memories, after drinking it, you'll feel like you can read for 48 hours without stopping. "
"Maybe Hermione will like nutmeg cinnamon tea." Allen looked at the cup of dark brown liquid and sighed.
"Absolutely not." Hermione's voice sounded behind them. Hermione immediately rushed to the tavern when she received Allen's message.
? "I have obtained all the spells and related projections of Grindelwald, as well as some precious magical knowledge." Allen swallowed a big mouthful of pickled cabbage juice, turned his head and almost spat it out, "Bah, it's worse than the compound decoction."
"What ingredients do you need to make the compound decoction?" Luna took a sip of the nutmeg cinnamon tea and asked.
"12 grass worms boiled for 21 days, two-thirds of an ounce of liquid-flowing grass picked at a full moon, four leeches with mouthparts removed, leaf powder of two-eared grass, horns of a two-horned beast … dried African tree snake skin, and most importantly, something on the body of the person you want to transform." Hermione's face was filled with joy as she straightforwardly listed out the herbs she needed. She liked answering this kind of question.
"What do these ingredients mean?" Luna continued to ask.
Hermione waved her hand at the tavern owner who wanted to come closer, indicating that there was no need to order. She then clearly explained the properties of the herbs needed to make the compound decoction.
"I'm talking about their meanings, Hermione. My father once said that grass worms have two characteristics intertwined. What about the other herbs?"
? Hermione's self-satisfied expression was choked, "Isn't it something like the language of flowers? The school doesn't teach this. Maybe the history of magic will mention it more or less? "She had never delved so deeply into the meaning behind these herbs.
"I know a few of them. The two-ear grass has the meaning of being connected to another person. The skin of the African tree snake symbolizes shed skin and new skin. Even the pronunciation of the compound medicine itself is similar to the pronunciation of the twin Polydius in Greek mythology. They all have something to do with transfiguration …"
As he spoke, Allen suddenly stood up. The herbs of the potion could be analyzed layer by layer. Then what about the casting process of the spell?
He remembered that when Professor Fleevy taught them the Levitation Spell, he said that changing the pronunciation of the spell would bring about unknown effects. An unlucky guy accidentally pronounced the "f" in the spell as an "s", and the effect of the Levitation Spell was that he summoned a bison to stand on his chest.
So what was the nature of these spells and movements? He remembered that there were related books in the library of Ravenclaw Tower that explored the hidden meaning of these spells and movements. However, the records were very scattered and not systematic. He did not study it too much before. He spent too much energy on collecting and mastering new spells and combat practice, and neglected to explore the nature of magic.
"Hey, sir, the pickled cabbage juice has a very good laxative effect, but it shouldn't be so fast. The toilet is just over there." The tavern owner looked at Allen, a little surprised. He was a little worried that the customer who suddenly stood up would cause some indescribable accident in his shop.
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