That's to set up the environment of the farm, after all, it's Christmas, and the cottage has to be laid out in advance, although magic will make it easy to move, but there are some things that you can do yourself.

Sherlock, who was only four years old, was also going to help, and accidentally made a small cut in his hand while hanging ornaments on the Christmas tree.

Truth be told, it was a heart-wrenching sight for her mother, Ellie, who wanted to get the 'White Fresh' potion, which was very helpful in healing wounds, even from the horrific injuries of a wizard splitting up when using Apparition.

But when Ellie gets it back, she discovers something incredible.

Her eldest son actually picked up the wand she was anxious to put on the ground, pointed to the wound on his hand, and kept chanting a spell, and 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 without even the slightest scar.

"It's amazing...... You're only four years old, and you can cast a spell! This was taught to you by your dad? ”

Ellie instinctively thought that in this manor, besides her, her husband Fu Mund would secretly teach her son to learn spells.

"It's not...... It's a spell I've come up with myself by studying the family books on the manor, and I call it 'Healing Without a Trace', but with my current magic I can only heal such small wounds, at least without leaving a scar. Sherlock shook his white, tender palm, which was not visible at all.

"Mom, am I smart?"

'Clever? Not only is it smart, my son can't be a goblin, right? ‘

"Uh...... Be...... It's smart, it's really not what your dad taught you. ”

"Mom! I really invented it! ”

Sherlock saw his mother's suspicious look, and seemed to fight for it.

In the evening, after Fu Mengde returned to the farm with his three-year-old daughter Asinsha, who had gone out to visit a friend, Ellie told her husband about it as soon as possible.

At first hearing his wife's words, Fu Meng was also surprised, but soon he calmed down, and silently found his eldest son Sherlock, took out a knife and slashed him in the palm of his hand.

The daughter next to her, Axinsha, was so frightened that she screamed.

Fourmond handed Sherlock his wand and asked him to perform a 'Traceless Healing' on himself, and Sherlock also showed a panic before carefully holding his father's wand and performing a 'Traceless Healing' on his bleeding palm.

"Healing without traces...... Seamless healing ...... Healing without a trace! ”

Because his father's wound was relatively large and he had shed a lot of blood, four-year-old Sherlock had limited magic after all, so he recited it a few more times.

In the end, Fu Mund looked at his intact palm, and squeezed it vigorously, and there was no sign of any scarring, and there was no discomfort, as if he had never been injured.

"It's amazing...... Even if St. Mungo's healing wizards use healing spells, they often leave scars on the wound site, and I'm afraid that only St. Mungo's dean can cast healing spells to the point of not leaving scars on others! ”

He silently spoke to himself, which could be regarded as telling his wife.

Finally, as if he had thought of something, he took off his shirt, revealing three claw marks on his chest, scars from a werewolf he had encountered while he had not been married.

"Give this a try! See if you can heal it! ”

In the face of his father's eager expression, Sherlock nodded and applied a traceless healing to the claw mark.

There was a little itching in my chest, as if there were small insects crawling on it, but the claw marks disappeared little by little.

It was both a surprise and a joy as well as a little loss to Fomic, because the claw marks left by the werewolf were a testament to the bravery of his youth, which he showed off in front of his good friends, and now he was suddenly healed, as if he had lost a medal of courage.

"Haha...... My son is such a genius! I'm going to give you the best Christmas present. ”

The loss is just a moment, more or more happy, Ellie is also very excited, I didn't expect her son to have such a high talent at such a young age.

Seeing her parents so happy, her three-year-old sister was also jumping around her brother.

Originally, Fu Mengde and his wife planned to hide this secret first, after all, their son is still young, and even if he has a high talent, it is not suitable to show off outside at this age.

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

But often the secrets that are hidden end up being known.

It was after Christmas, and a few friends from Mephisto House came to visit Fourmond, and even if the Mephisto family was now in seclusion, it didn't mean that they had cut off contact with their friends from the outside world.

A rich dinner, everyone who had drunk a little wine began to brag about their brave past, but Fu Mund seemed a little silent, if it was before, he would have exposed the claw marks on his chest and told them that this was left on him by the werewolf when he was young.

Now that healed, there's no proof of continuing to talk about it, anyway, my friends just need to know the story.

But seeing Fumond so silent, everyone laughed at him for why he stopped talking about the past when werewolves left scars on his chest.

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

When they took advantage of Fu Mond's unpreparedness and ripped off his clothes to see that there were no claw marks on his smooth and clean chest, the enraged crowd drew their wands and aimed them at him.

The claw marks on Fu Mond's body belong to the most private privacy, only the best friends know about it, outsiders generally don't know much about it, and now they are very suspicious that Fu Mond in front of him is pretended by other wizards, but they don't know the secret of Fu Mond's claw marks.

"Oh my God! Brothers, listen to me, it's true, the claw marks on my chest are just healing...... I don't believe you can use the Truth Elixir on me! ”

Fu Mund said helplessly.

"Fart! The werewolf's claws, a very destructive and evil weapon, leave scars that even the clever wizard of St. Mungo cannot heal! ”

"It just so happens that I have a potion here, and I was going to play a Muggle game 'Truth or Dare', so give this guy a try!"

The rest of the wizards didn't know what Truth or Dare was, but they still gave Fu Meng a potion, and everyone asked a few blushing heartbeats about Fu Mengde's most private questions, and even talked about his wife, Ellie, her body, skin, and some ......

The angry Fumond was furious.

When finally asked why the scar on his chest was gone, he said honestly that his son had invented a spell not long ago, called Traceless Healing, which can not only heal the wound but also leave no scar.

Even the claws of werewolves, which are difficult to heal, can heal.

Hearing Fu Mengde's sincere explanation, everyone looked at the guy who took out the truth spitting potion with suspicious eyes and asked him, "Will the truth spitting potion also expire?" How did he start talking nonsense? ”