Apprentice Anthony Weiss is here to die!

He died from a potion based on research on 'Wolfsbane', 'Cracked Curse', 'Boggart', etc.

This idiot!

Fiennes just held up the potion bottle and laughed wildly a few times, shouting loudly, "Drink it and I will become the most talented wizard." His apprentices were actually ready to move.

Very good, Fiennes smiled grimly. He wanted to see which idiot would be so greedy and dare to steal the results of his lifelong research.

Then he saw it, there were three of them!

The three greedy little guys conspired to share this bottle of magic potion, and after they got it, they played tricks on each other, and finally let Anthony Weiss, the wretched apprentice hiding aside, make a profit.

This stupid kid didn't even run away with the potion, but drank it on the spot.

Do they know that magic is a very dangerous thing?

How many times have I kept telling these idiots!

Studying spells is dangerous!

Making potions is dangerous!

I didn't come from a magic school in the first place. All the knowledge I have is relatively partial, which makes it even more dangerous. You must be careful!

But no one wants to listen to these idiots!

Who is to blame?

If you want to blame, blame your greedy and beautiful father. If you want to blame, blame Pedro the Goblin, the centaur sent by the teacher to kill you.

This centaur drank Polyjuice Potion and turned into a beauty. He plundered everything your father had and even sold you like a commodity.

Otherwise, you should have entered a magic school.

Yes, these apprentices should all go to magic schools and have a bright future.

Fiennes sighed. The century-long war between Grindelwald and Voldemort had resulted in not too many wizard orphans appearing around the world.

He has no shortage of apprentices at all.

Of course, he still wanted Anthony Weiss to come.

After Anthony Weiss drank that bottle of potion, the wizard blood in his body showed a state of complete release. Even the poison of the potion seemed to be a curse, completely trapping the child's soul in him.

within the body.

simply put……

Everything seemed to be a coincidence of fate, and Fiennes actually managed to create a body suitable for his rebirth.

A body that is extremely suitable for the kind of person who desires freedom and the desire for beauty to spread his wizard blood.

Fiennes was somewhat excited to find a magic book that Mr. Rozier had left with him, which told about the ancient and unorthodox ritual magic of "summoning demons."

Of course, he had already studied this thoroughly, and there was no such thing as summoning demons.

It’s an evil spirit that’s being summoned!

And this evil spirit is a mixture of magic power and its own desires, a kind of black magic creature.

Fiennes even knew that the summoned demon, this evil spirit, would not help the summoner fulfill his wish at all. It would instead devour him, possess him, and turn himself into an evil spirit.

monster.

But this ritual magic is very useful!

Using such magical properties, he could completely integrate his soul into this child's body.

Then……

Reborn!

Fiennes silently destroyed the book, carefully placed the body of 'Anthony Weiss' into an altar-shaped potion pool for preservation, and then walked to the room alone, staring blankly in the mirror.

.

The only problem now is...

How does he want to be reborn?

Get a healthy body? And move on with life?

No!

He wants more than this!

What he wants is a chance to start over!

"Cereus!" The light of the curse surged out from the tip of his wand, turning into a foot-long beam of plasma that twisted in mid-air.

"I can……"

"Take the opportunity to completely peel off the parts of yourself that you don't want!"

"Yes, the part that turned me into a dark wizard! The part that turned me evil is completely separated from my memory!"

"Throw away all these filthy things."

Fiennes swallowed and stared at his face in the mirror, with a complicated smile on his face. His voice was dry and hoarse, "Anton, congratulations, you are going to time travel!"

"You will travel to the world of Harry Potter and do it all over again!"

"You will never know that you have traveled through time and slowly turned into a villain..."

"You'll never know you've become someone you hate so much!"

"very nice!"

"very nice!"

"Woooooooo..."

Fiennes cried, tears filling his eyes and flowing along the wrinkled ravines on his face.

"May you live a new life and be able to fly freely without any restrictions."

"May you live a new life and be able to do whatever you want without fear of life or death."

"May you live a new life, be able to uphold your true intentions, read thousands of sails, and be still a young man when you come back."

"May you live another life..."

"Woooooooo..."

"Ha ha ha ha……"

"And me! Alex Fiennes, just think of this experience as a nightmare. Anyway, there was nothing in the first place. If it dissipates in this world, there will be nothing, right?"

People...

It's really hard to deny everything about yourself.

So firmly, sadly, and painfully denying everything that I have done through time travel!

Living in the corner of the world, like a bedbug that no one knows whether he is alive or dead. He will do whatever it takes to achieve his goal, ignoring the lives of others, and it has become so ugly!

Fiennes cried and laughed.

He gently wiped the tears on his face and smiled at himself in the mirror, "It would be good to be the original Anton. Just treat Alex Fiennes as a joke."

"Haha, a joke! Yes, it's a fucking joke!"

"Ha ha ha ha……"

"Quack quack..."

"That's so fucking funny!"

The hem of the wizard's robe was shaking, and Fiennes slowly left the room, walked up to the altar step by step, and stared down at Anthony Weiss in the potion.

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"Anton?"

"Quack quack..."

"It's quite fate!"

In Europe, the name pronounced "Anton" comes from Russia. Well, it should be so. Anyway, Fiennes doesn't care that much. He thinks this is just to relieve himself.

He began to be busy decorating the altar, not even bothering to pack up the materials he had studied all his life, nor to hide the potion materials he had worked so hard to collect.

never mind!

He doesn't even care about himself, let alone these external things!

"Start everything over again, with infinite possibilities. This is the best ending!"

As Fiennes waved the wand in his hand, the candles around him were lit. In a basin next to the altar, blood and some potion materials were mixed and surging, as if they were about to boil at any time.

stand up.

He walked slowly to the altar, circling around Anthony Weiss in the middle pool, muttering ancient Greek incantations.
To be continued...