Five hundred Galleons?
The shabby wizard's eyebrows furrowed and anger flashed in his eyes, but he still said in a low voice, "I don't have that much. But I can work for you to pay it off."
"No, I don't need help here, especially not from a werewolf! How much money do you have? I'll think about what I can cure with that." Dougt sounded impatient.
After being exposed, the wizard's figure trembled, but he didn't overreact. He touched his tattered robes with his right hand and searched them carefully. In the end, he found only a bit over fifty Galleons, along with some silver Sickles and bronze Knuts.
After thinking for a moment, the wizard prepared to take some coins back, but Dougt took all the Galleons, leaving the Sickles and Knuts untouched. He muttered "Poor werewolf" under his breath, then pulled out his wand to begin treatment.
Dougt muttered something under his breath as he placed the wand on the wizard's pitted left hand. Gradually, thick black energy was drawn out and poured into the grass on the right under the guidance of Dougt's wand.
The weeds that touched the black energy withered immediately. Adrian watched secretly, surprised at what kind of dark magic could cause such an effect.
"All right, you can go." The treatment lasted only a minute or so before Dougt stopped.
The black energy on the wizard's left hand had faded considerably but wasn't completely gone, and Dougt hadn't bothered with the ordinary wounds either.
This was what treatment for fifty Galleons looked like.
Heal just enough to keep you from dying.
Anyway, werewolves recovered quickly. By the next full moon, these injuries and the remaining black energy would be gone naturally.
Having long been used to this kind of treatment, the werewolf wizard didn't react much. He just turned and left silently.
"Fresh dittany juice can heal injuries, and wormwood roots ground into powder should help with damage from dark magic," Adrian suddenly called out after the werewolf wizard had left.
The werewolf wizard paused, then looked back at him with a slightly surprised expression. He nodded, whispered something that might have been thanks, then turned and left.
"I didn't expect you to know about potions," Dougt said with surprise.
"Hogwarts has had a Potions class since day one," Adrian shrugged.
"I went to Hogwarts too, and they didn't teach those things in first year." Dougt looked impressed and reached out to ruffle Adrian's hair, but this time was dodged again.
"By the way, Deputy Director Dougt, don't you want to see werewolves?" Adrian asked aloud.
"No wizard wants to see them. Even in Knockturn Alley, few people are willing to hire werewolves for work. They're just a group of troublemakers, they lose control on full moon nights and aren't very stable normally either." Dougt glanced at him while explaining.
"Isn't there Wolfsbane Potion?" Adrian asked, confused.
"Wolfsbane Potion? What's that?" Dougt asked strangely.
Adrian suddenly shut up. He'd just remembered that the Wolfsbane Potion might not have been developed yet by Damocles and his uncle. No wonder werewolves were in such a miserable state.
But even if it was developed, most werewolves probably couldn't afford it anyway.
Dougt looked at Adrian suspiciously for a moment, then took out a key, opened the door of the mansion, and walked in.
Adrian followed Dougt into the somewhat run-down mansion.
Everything inside looked messy. There were lots of empty wine bottles on the mahogany table in the hall, the floor was stained with various colored marks, and the flying broomstick hanging on the wall was covered in dust, it clearly hadn't been used in ages.
Although Adrian knew this was a workplace transformed from part of the mansion, he'd never expected it to look like this.
Is this really a hospital? You actually let patients stay here?
Adrian gave Dougt a weird look.
Dougt patted his head. He must have drunk too much yesterday. He'd originally planned to clean up when he got up this morning but had forgotten. At least it wasn't Irene who'd come with him.
When he usually stayed alone, he obviously didn't think it was too dirty, it was fine.
Dougt muttered to himself while waving his wand.
"Scourgify!"
Magical ripples gradually spread outward. The scattered empty wine bottles automatically collected themselves in the corners, the tables and chairs moved to where they should be, and the dust was swept away quickly.
In just a few minutes, the mansion was cleaned up enough to live in.
Only then did Adrian notice that many large photos hung on the walls around the mansion.
They showed a young, handsome wizard with thick brown hair, holding a trophy in his hand or taking photos with others, a cheerful smile on his face.
"Who's that? Your brother, or a son?" Adrian asked, staring at them.
"That's me!" Dougt glared at Adrian. Couldn't he recognize him?
Adrian carefully looked at Dougt, especially the thinning hair and beer belly, comparing them to the young, handsome appearance in the photos.
He really couldn't tell.
But thinking about it, who wasn't handsome once upon a time?
Dougt didn't let Adrian stay in the hall but took him to a closed room.
It was empty here except for a large box placed in the corner. Adrian walked a few steps closer and found that the surface of the box was burned with numerous unknown magical texts, they were similar to what he'd seen on the large stand in the wand shop, but different.
Other than that, it was hard to imagine that a terrifying Dementor could be trapped with just a large box.
Adrian pretended to accidentally touch it lightly.
[Magical Item: Storage Box]
[Magic: Medium]
[Description: This is a special box that has the ability to isolate magical power after some ancient magical texts have been burned on it.]
"Don't touch it. I bought this box from the Wizard Market with a thirty percent discount. The seal might not be tight." Dougt stepped forward and slapped his hand away, speaking seriously.
"I don't know why Irene would agree to let you use a Dementor to practice the Patronus Charm, but I want to remind you that this is a terrifying creature."
Adrian nodded. He'd known that from reading in his previous life, and of course he knew the danger of Dementors.
"How are you planning to practice? Do you need me to demonstrate?" Dougt wasn't pouring wine into his mouth for once, looking at Adrian with some worry. Adrian wouldn't be in danger of dying with him nearby, but if something went wrong, Irene would blame him.
"No need, just come on," Adrian said after thinking for a moment, then refused.
What he needed was pressure, the bigger the better.
If something really happened anyway, Dougt would handle it in time.