A flash of inspiration struck Will, and he suddenly had a few ideas.
Plants could be grafted, and so could people, really.
The first example of Potion Transfiguration Will had encountered when he began studying it was the Flesh-Stitching Curse.
It was an extremely dangerous dark magic spell that could stitch flesh together-not only flesh from different people, but even from different species.
Although Will knew the spell and had mastered it long ago, he had never actually used it.
Now, he intended to give it a try-not to turn Scrimgeour into some four-armed brute.
He simply had two possible approaches to treatment in mind.
Will spent the entire lesson thinking about these matters and seemed rather distracted, but Professor Sprout said nothing. After all, his grades had always been excellent.
As soon as class ended, Will hurried out of the greenhouse, found an empty classroom, and used Apparition to travel to the laboratory.
He first checked on the dark wizard he had experimented on yesterday. The man's hand was still nothing but bones, just as it had been that morning. It seemed treating Scrimgeour this way would be very difficult.
He hauled two unlucky dark wizards out of their cells and arranged them until their arms were pressed tightly together. Will pointed his wand. "Flesh Fusion!"
A nauseating sight unfolded. Their flesh began to melt like candles, fusing together.
Judging by their expressions, the experience was far from pleasant-if it had been, they would not have been drenched in sweat with their faces contorted.
Of course, thanks to Will's Secrecy Charm, his ears were spared their agonized screams.
"Squish, squish..." Strange sounds came from the flesh as Will observed their magical structures with his silver-gray eyes.
For now, their magical structures remained separate and had not yet begun to