Two Worlds: I studied at Hogwarts

To treat Lang's injuries, Moon only used half a bottle of potion.

1/4 for external application, 1/4 for internal consumption.

After Lang tasted the potion and found its flavor quite good, he wanted to drink it all.

However, Moon didn't indulge him, snatching back the remaining potion and directly handing it to the Spirit Tree Great Shaman.

"Please take good care of this medicine; its effects should be good."

As Moon spoke, he continued to browse through the herb garden of the Spirit Tree Tribe.

According to the Spirit Tree Tribe's shaman, the center of Star烬 Island was originally a dormant volcano.

The ground temperature in winter is very comfortable, so plants growing here will not wither.

However, it is precisely because the area covered by the volcano is small that the range of the herb garden is also limited.

Nevertheless, the Spirit Tree Tribe has maximized the use of the geothermal advantages here, and all areas have been rationally planted with various different herbs.

As they approached the center of the Spirit Tree Tribe, a gray giant mountain suddenly stood in front of the road.

"High Priest, the Spirit Tree is in the center of the valley ahead; the climate there is like spring all year round, very suitable for the Spirit Tree to grow."

The Spirit Tree Great Shaman pointed to a small path leading into the valley, introducing it to Moon.

However, before Moon could respond, Lang, who was following behind, suddenly exclaimed.

"Ah! This is too amazing!"

"What's so amazing? You've walked this road before."

Sea Blue Great Shaman was startled and smacked the back of Lang's head.

"No, I mean the High Priest's potion is too amazing."

As Lang's voice fell, everyone looked at his arm under his sleeve.

They saw that the wound originally torn by the fangs of a beast had completely healed, the everted flesh had all recovered, and the newly grown skin was very smooth, with a hint of pink.

"It hasn't even been half an hour, right?"

Sea Blue Great Shaman said with some uncertainty.

"We all came on horseback; it really hasn't been half an hour from the herb garden to here."

The Spirit Tree Great Shaman said, tightly holding the half bottle of potion that Moon had just handed her.

"High Priest, don't you need Selma flowers? I've decided to let you control all of these flowers, as long as we can keep the portion of potions for the tribe to use; you can do whatever you want with the rest."

"That's right; Spirit Tree Granny is right. The High Priest's potion is far more effective than herbal plasters. If there were enough of this potion, the tribe would lose fewer people each year."

Sea Blue Great Shaman also strongly agreed, but as soon as he said it, he was fiercely poked with a crutch by the Spirit Tree Great Shaman.

"What do you mean more effective than my herbal plasters? Haven't my herbal plasters treated your injuries before!"

"Ouch, they have, but the effect is indeed not as fast as the High Priest's potion."

Seeing the two Great Shamans arguing over the potion, Moon quickly waved his hand to stop them.

"The two Great Shamans, please don't argue anymore. Actually, I don't need many Selma flowers. I can completely hand over the refining of this potion to the tribe's shamans."

Moon did need Selma flowers, but he hadn't thought about refining potions for the entire tribe.

It wasn't that he was unwilling, but that refining such a quantity of potions would take up all of his time, leaving him with no energy to research other magic.

According to the number of Selma flowers in the Spirit Tree Tribe's herb garden, one flower can refine five portions of blood-stopping potion.

With thousands of plants, Moon would need to refine nearly twenty portions of potion every day to use up all of these flowers.

Such a large workload was not the result Moon wanted.

"The method of refining this potion, hand it over to us?"

After hearing this, the Spirit Tree Great Shaman asked, pointing to the potion bottle in disbelief.

"That's right. These potion recipes do not belong to the tribe's shamanic inheritance and should not be affected by the curse."

Moon was now very clear that the curse of Erebos was to destroy the tribe's shamanic inheritance, and the magic he possessed did not belong to this world, so it was not within the scope of the curse.

He could completely use these magics to gain the support of the tribe and help him fulfill his magical dreams.

"Actually, I have more than just this one potion recipe; there are many others. Once I buy the materials from the Bailey Trading Company, I can give them all to you."

As Moon spoke, the three Great Shamans exchanged glances, and then Star Shine Great Shaman took the initiative to step forward.

"High Priest, we all know that the origin of your magic must be very magical; otherwise, you would not have been chosen as the successor by the High Priest 3000 years ago."

"Since you are willing to give these magics to us, then all the shamans on Star烬 Island will naturally listen to your orders from now on."

After Star Shine Great Shaman finished speaking, all the shamans bowed to Moon in unison.

"There's no need to be like this; we are just taking what we need, helping each other."

"No, High Priest, actually your help to us is even greater. By teaching magic in the tribe, you are actually saving all the tribesmen."

"That's right; that damn curse is trying to destroy us, but now as long as you are here, High Priest, then that curse cannot succeed."

Hearing such solemn words from Star Shine Great Shaman and Sea Blue Great Shaman, Moon didn't know how to refute.

After thinking for a while, Moon nodded.

"Alright, since you are willing to learn, then I will also teach you new magic."

Hearing Moon say this, smiles of joy appeared on the faces of the surrounding shamans.

However, at this moment, another voice faintly sounded.

"Then... then will you also teach combat magic?"

Lang said softly in the crowd.

He had long been very envious of Moon's combat magic. Seeing that the three Great Shamans were only discussing potions, he couldn't help but ask.

"Of course, I will teach you all the magic that I deem appropriate."

Walking along the path into the valley, every shaman was excitedly discussing the magic they were about to learn.

They had long been conquered by Moon's combat magic and potions, and now that they were about to learn these powerful magics, they were all very happy.

Moon and the three Great Shamans walked in front of the group.

At this moment, he was also thinking about his future plans.

The people of Old Soldier Lane have been properly settled, with land, houses, and even workshops, so they will naturally be able to live well in the future.

And he himself has now arrived on Star Island and is considered by the tribe's shamans to be the successor of the High Priest, so Moon is equivalent to having a reliable shamanic organization.

Although there is now a problem with the tribe's shamanic inheritance, their strength is still there.

At least in the Vina Archipelago, the name of the Star Island tribe's shamans can still deter outside magicians.

If Moon's own magic is added, then the strength of the tribe's shamans will inevitably increase again.

And Moon can also use the power of these tribe's shamans to ensure that his magic research is not disturbed, and he can also take the opportunity to transform this magic world.

Since learning that Faithless Ones-like magicians would enslave ordinary people, Moon felt that the outside magic world was completely rotten.

And now he just needs a big hammer to smash these dregs of order.

The tribe's shamans are the best hammer.

"High Priest, the Spirit Tree Valley is ahead."

While Moon was thinking about the problem, the Spirit Tree Great Shaman said, pointing to the light that appeared ahead.

Hearing this, Moon quickened his pace.

After passing through a bend, Moon saw a familiar scene.