The pupils of Anton's eyes expanded rapidly, and dark green stars flickered.

The eloquent middle-aged man in the field of vision presented an extremely unique magical image.

It's still a complete block of color like a wizard can't see through. The only problem is that Lockhart's body is covered with dark green lines.

They are criss-crossed and look like cracked porcelain.

Different from the cracks all over Quirrell's body a few days before his death, this one's cracks look particularly regular, as neat as the scales of a fish.

Almost divided, highly aggregated.

It's very useful as a reference.

And thinking about this extremely powerful forgetting spell, I don’t know why I think of the spell slots, constant emotions and magic spells mentioned by the old wizard.

"interesting."

Anton licked the corner of his mouth and began to look forward to tying the professor to the experimental table.

It was simply fate. To have a finished product that I had figured out my own direction in front of me was a delicious delicacy.
Chapter completed!