Hogwarts: I'm Harry's older cousin

Chapter 417, 411. Wand up, ultimate protection; wand down, the end of all curses.

Who would have thought that a young wizard who hadn't even graduated would be more skilled in potions than Snape, a well-established potion master? Especially when his skill in spells was equally impressive.

Seeing that Moody still wanted to refuse, Dudley continued, "Voldemort could make a move at any time. You are an important asset to us. If you can heal these injuries, it will undoubtedly greatly increase our chances of winning."

Seeing Dudley's resolute attitude, Moody chuckled and shook his head slightly. Although he didn't think Dudley could do it, he still accepted the potion that Dudley handed him.

"I'm not Dumbledore. Even if ten more of me were alive and well, it wouldn't increase our chances of winning by much."

Moody's statement is truly modest. Despite being covered in wounds and lame in one leg, Moody could still beat Karkaroff like a son, chasing him for months until he was captured. Even Barty Jr., who had inherited Voldemort's skills, needed to team up with Peter to launch a sneak attack to subdue him.

How strong would a fully intact Moody be?

This is a seasoned veteran Auror.

Based on age group classification, he and Voldemort were from the same period, and were very likely classmates in the same batch.

After uncorking the bottle, Moody did not drink it all at once, but instead held it under his nose and smelled it first.

Moody has a long-standing habit of not eating or drinking anything offered to him by others, let alone potions.

"Mandela's juice, the vines of the magic pumpkin, oh, and a hint of kale."

As a former Auror, Moody's potion-making skills were quite good; at least he could identify the ingredients.

"Is this really a magic potion?"

Moody stared at the liquid in the bottle with surprise, wondering if Dudley had given him the wrong thing and a tube of vegetable soup instead.

However, he didn't have much hope to begin with, so taking it as soup wouldn't make a difference. Therefore, Moody poured a little bit onto the back of his hand, tasted it lightly, and after a while, after confirming that there was nothing wrong, he drank the potion in one gulp.

He sat back down, waiting for the medicine to take effect. Even Dumbledore held his breath, though he too hoped there would be a way to heal Moody's injuries.

However, as time passed, nothing happened.

"They're all the same, after all."

Moody's expression remained unchanged; he was already used to it.

"Thank you for your kindness, Mr. Dursley, but you see how this affects me."

Before Moody could finish speaking, his body suddenly stiffened, and he stopped midway through his sentence. His body underwent a change, a warm current flowing through his body, and a tingling sensation rising throughout his body.

It felt so good that he almost cried out.

Then, a miraculous scene unfolded. To Moody's astonishment, the scab on a scar on his left arm was visibly peeling off, revealing perfectly intact skin underneath.

Effective? That vegetable soup... really effective?

Moody's eyes widened in disbelief. He remembered the scar very clearly; it was left on him by a dark wizard when he captured him.

The wound may have seemed small, but it was extremely difficult to heal, and all the healers in St. Mungo's were at a loss.

If it were just a small scar, it wouldn't be so bad. The most crucial point is that every now and then, this scar would emit an unbearable burning sensation. Although it wasn't like being engulfed in flames, it was still extremely uncomfortable, as if a million red ants were gnawing at the body. It was clearly an additional effect of the evil curse.

Moody has endured all these years.

Now, I've been cured by a medicine that smells like vegetable soup and tastes even more like vegetable soup.

Moody's was not surprised.

However, how could Dali's medicine only heal one scar? Even more miraculous effects were still happening, followed by a small scar on his right cheek. This scar had no special meaning; it was simply a scratch from a curse. Then, scars all over his body were healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Although the skin after the scab falls off isn't exactly as smooth and delicate as a baby's, it's not much different from the skin around him.

"How's it going, Professor Moody? Would you be willing to accept my treatment?"

Moody pondered for a moment, feeling the tiny wounds on his body gradually healing. Looking at his leg, which had disappeared due to the curse, his long-dormant desire was being gradually awakened. If it could be healed, who would want to use a cane? Especially someone as proud and arrogant as Moody.

He slowly raised his head, looked at Dali, and said, "Then let's give it a try."

Hearing Moody say that, Dumbledore finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Moody had many of his injuries sustained fighting for the Order of the Phoenix, and he felt guilty towards Moody.

From that day on, Dudley would take time every night to come to the principal's office to treat Moody.

Even with Dudley's exceptional potion-making skills, he couldn't possibly heal Moody's decades-long injuries instantly with just one potion.

If it were that magical, Dudley wouldn't have made a magic potion (magic soup), but a divine medicine.

The main problem is that Moody's injuries are from a long time ago, and it's not something that can be cured simply by healing him. You have to get his body back to a normal state first. Just his leg alone will require at least a week of continuous medication, and his eye will take even longer.

However, Moody doesn't care about this; he has plenty of time right now.

He truly hadn't expected that Dali could do something that countless St. Mungo's healers couldn't.

Strictly speaking, it's not too difficult; it's just that the therapists who treated Moody's injuries before were looking in the wrong direction. Since we can't find the corresponding curse, we can just choose the universal method of removing the curse.

For example, there are some spells that you don't know how to counter, but you still want to stop them. What should you do in this situation?

There are two spells that can be broken.

The first is the Curse Stop, a panacea-like spell that can counteract most spells except for a few extremely special ones, but it consumes a lot of energy.

As for the second one, I don't know if you've ever heard this saying.

Wand up, ultimate protection; wand down, the end of all curses.

Yes, the second spell is "All Curses End," which is an enhanced version of "Instant Stop," and there are almost no spells it cannot stop. However, it consumes several times more energy than the former, and most wizards will collapse after using just a few.

The healing potions made by Dali also focus on this aspect, increasing the healing effect to complement other auxiliary magical potions.

Even the most powerful magic will be worn away little by little if it is not replenished.

This is the principle behind Dali therapeutic agents.

(End of this chapter)