That was decorating the environment of the manor. After all, Christmas is coming, so the manor needs to be arranged in advance. Although magic will make movement very convenient, some things are still done by yourself.

Sherlock, who was only four years old, also planned to help at that time, and accidentally cut a small hole in his hand while hanging accessories on the Christmas tree.

To be honest, the scene at that time made her mother Aili feel very distressed. She wanted to get the "white fresh" potion. That thing was very helpful for healing trauma. Even the terrifying injuries of the splitting body when using the phantom to move can heal.

But when Alice brought it back, she discovered an incredible scene.

Her eldest son actually picked up the wand she was anxiously placing on the ground, pointed at the wound on his hand, and kept chanting a spell. Under the magic of this spell, the wound on Sherlock's hand slowly healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, until he recovered Ruchu and did not even leave a little scar.

"This is amazing... You are only four years old, and you can actually release the curse! Is this what your father taught you?"

Ali instinctively believed that in this manor, except for her, her husband Fumond would secretly teach her son a spell.

"No... this is a spell I have figured out by studying the family collection in the manor. I call it "Secretless Healing". However, with my current magic, I can only treat such small wounds, at least not leaving scars." Sherlock shook his white and tender palms, and there was no scar on them.

"Mom, am I very smart?"

'Clever? It's not just smart. My son can't be a fairy?'

"Uh... it's... it's smart. It's really not what your father taught you."

"Mom! I really invented it!"

When Sherlock saw his mother's suspicion, he acted as if he was so coquettish that he tried to fight.

In the evening, after Fu Mengd, who had taken his three-year-old daughter Ah Xinsha to visit his friend, returned to the courtyard, Ali told her husband about this matter as soon as possible. No matter how the four-year-old child had experienced magic riots, he could invent and create magic spells. Although the function was simple, it was also a very scary thing.

When he first heard his wife's words, Fu Mengd was also shocked, but soon he calmed down and silently found his eldest son Sherlock, took out a knife and slashed his palm.

The daughter Ah Xinsha next to her screamed in fear.

Fumond handed his wand to Sherlock, asking him to cast "Scarless Healing" on himself. After showing a panic, Sherlock carefully took his father's wand to perform "Scarless Healing" on his bleeding palm.

"Secretless healing...Secretless healing...Secretless healing!"

Because my father's wound was cut a lot and he had a lot of blood. After all, the four-year-old Sherlock had limited magic power, so he read it a few more times.

Finally, Fu Mengd looked at his intact palm and pinched it hard. He could not see any signs of scars, and he did not feel uncomfortable, as if he had never been injured.

"This is really magical... Even if the medical wizard of Saint Mungo uses a healing spell, it often leaves scars on the wound. I'm afraid that only the dean of Saint Mungo can cast the healing spell to the point where he does not leave scars to others!"

He talked to himself silently, which was also to his wife.

Finally, he seemed to think of something, took off his shirt and exposed three claw marks on his chest. They were scars left by a werewolf when he was not married before.

"Try this! See if it can heal it!"

Facing his father's eager expression, Sherlock nodded and used the markless healing at the claw mark.

The chest felt a little itchy, as if a little bug was crawling on it, but the claw mark disappeared bit by bit.

The victory made Fu Mengd both surprised and happy and a little disappointed, because the claw mark left by the werewolf was a proof of his bravery when he was young, and he showed off many things in front of his good friends. Now he was cured suddenly, as if he had thrown away a medal representing courage.

"Haha...my son is such a genius! I want to give you the best Christmas gift."

Lost for a moment, and she was more happy. Ari was also very excited. Unexpectedly, her son was so young and had such a high talent.

Seeing that his parents were so happy, his three-year-old sister also jumped around his brother.

Originally, Fu Mengde and his wife planned to hide this secret first. After all, their son is still young, and even if they have high talent, they are not suitable to show off at this age.

Anyway, as he grows up, his son will gradually show his unique qualifications.

But often the hidden secrets will eventually be known to everyone.

It was after Christmas that several friends who visited Fumond came to the Mephisto House. Even though the Mephisto family is now in a simplified manner, it does not mean that they have broken off contact with their friends from outside.

At a rich dinner, everyone who had a good time after drinking some wine began to brag about their own brave past. But Fu Mond seemed a little silent. If it were the past, he would have exposed the claw marks on his chest and told them that this was the werewolf left on him when he was young.

Now that I have cured it, there is no proof of continuing to talk about it. Anyway, friends know this story.

But seeing Fu Mengd so silent, everyone teased him why he stopped talking about the past where werewolf left scars on his chest?

Fu Mengd smiled awkwardly, but it attracted everyone's attention and suspicion.

When they took advantage of Fumond's unpreparedness and took off his clothes and saw that there were no claw marks on his smooth and clean chest, the angry people pulled out their wands and pointed them at him.

The claw marks on Fu Mengd's body are the most private privacy. Only the best friends know that outsiders generally don't know much. Now they suspect that Fu Mengd in front of them is pretended by other wizards, but they don't know the secret of Fu Mengd's claw marks.

"Oh my God! Brothers, I'm real. The claw marks on my chest are just cured... If you don't believe me, you can use the spitting potion on me!"

Fu Mengd said helplessly.

"Fart! The werewolf's claws are very destructive and evil weapons. The scars left by even the clever Saint Mungo wizard cannot be cured!"

"I just happened to have real potion here. I was planning to play a Muggle game, "Truthful Adventure," so I'll give this guy a try!"

The other wizards didn't know what the truth was, but they still drank the real spitting potion for Fu Mengd. Everyone asked a few questions about Fu Mengd's most private, and even mentioned his wife Aili's figure, skin, and some of that...

Fu Mengd was so angry that he was furious.

When he finally asked why the scar on his chest disappeared, he honestly said that his son invented a spell called scarless healing, which not only cures the wound but also leaves no scars.

Even the trauma that is difficult to heal, such as the werewolf's claws, can be healed.

Hearing Fu Mengd's sincere explanation, everyone looked suspiciously at the buddy who took out the real medicine and asked him, "Will the real medicine also expire? Why did he start talking nonsense?"
Chapter completed!