"It seems that you are recovering well." Madam Pomfrey was very pleased.
In the afternoon, Anton was discharged from the hospital again. Hey, why did you say again?
By this time, the afternoon class had ended, and Anton didn't even bother to go back to his dormitory, and went directly to the Weasley hut outside the castle.
Professor Snape's and Professor Voldemort's classes always gave him countless inspirations.
He found that he really did as Voldemort said, casting the spell gracefully, easily and effortlessly, as if he really had one.
Floating spell!
Oh, and there’s also a ‘moving figure’.
Making objects float and deforming the soil was so easy as long as he waved his magic wand.
It's as if magic has truly become an extension of one's own will.
No, not will!
It's thoughts.
The environment changes with your heart, no firm will is needed, no strong emotions are needed, the effect of the spell changes with your changing thoughts.
At that time, magic seemed to be an extension of myself.
Anton couldn't wait to go back and look at the drawings of the magical image of the floating spell that the old wizard had previously recorded.
There must be something different!
Go back to the hut, open the suitcase, jump in, and find the blueprint.
Anton fell into deep thought.
"I seem to have discovered something new!"
If magic comes from the soul, then different souls should have different magic powers.
According to Voldemort's long-standing educational knowledge, Anton even felt that-every person, every unique soul, would have their own preference for curses.
"According to this idea..." Anton took out the wand, "I should be more relaxed and more at ease. The absolute effect of the floating spell is different, it should be more varied and powerful!"
Jumping out of the suitcase and letting the elephant-eating vine pull the suitcase into the ground, Anton fell into deep thought.
He pursed his lips and said, "Some people's destiny curses are forgetting curses, disarming curses, and life-killing curses, but why is mine a floating curse?"
I can't figure it out.
According to this theory, house elves' souls and magic are absolutely unique because they are extremely good at Apparating.
I feel a little unwilling for some reason.
I patted my belly. At this time, only food could comfort me.
Overall, last night was really rewarding, great.
At this time, the sun is setting in the west, the sunset on the horizon is red, and the black lake is rippling, faintly...
"??"
There is a vague and strange crying sound?
And just behind a big pebble by the lake, Anton took out his wand and planned to go around it.
There are all kinds of weird things in the wizarding world. He is not a cat and he doesn't have that much curiosity.
At this moment, a figure behind the big rock stood up and looked at him doubtfully, "Anthony?"
Anton blinked, "Neville?"
This chubby child had tears on his face and was dirty, looking extremely pitiful.
"What happened?"
Neville sobbed, "Malfoy...he threw my memory ball into the lake!"
"Goyle and the others still bullied me."
Anton shrugged, "What a bad boy."
He is not in the mood to uphold justice. In the past few years, he has learned a truth in the wizarding world. If he wants dignity, wants to protect his property, and even his life, he can only rely on himself!
Want to avoid being bullied? Then don’t let yourself become a weakling!
"I can't lose the memory ball, grandma will be angry." Neville sobbed.
"Then get it back!" Anton looked at him, "try every means to get it back instead of just sitting around crying!"
"But..." Neville looked at the black lake with some fear, "It is said that there are mermaids, huge octopuses, horse-shaped water monsters, and..."
"But you are a wizard!" Anton looked at him coldly.
"Look at how timid you are. When something happens, just find a way to solve it instead of being afraid." Anton's tone became high-pitched and urgent, and he stepped forward, "You are a wizard, you are born one level taller than a mermaid.
Wait, you are born to be one level higher than the octopus, you are born to be one level higher than the horse-shaped water monster, you are a noble wizard!"
Neville looked at him, his face turning red, "I...I am a wizard? Yes, I am a wizard!"
"This is the right thing. There's no point in crying. It's better to think of a solution." Anton smiled and patted his shoulder, turned around and walked towards the castle, "Think of a solution."
"Can you help me?"
Neville's question came from behind.
Turning around in shock, he found the little boy clenching his fists and looking at him seriously and sincerely. His face turned red and he had obviously mustered up the courage. "Can you help me? The memory ball is really important to me!"
The corner of Anton's mouth twitched, "Your solution is to ask me for help?"
Neville nodded vigorously.
"Haha~" Anton smiled, "I'm a Slytherin, Neville. You know, this is different. If you ask me for help, you have to pay a price."
Suddenly, something moved in his heart, and he looked at Neville seriously.
If the memory in his mind is correct, or if the novel he has read is not a fan fiction, Neville is not only a Gryffindor sword master, but also a child who is extremely talented in herbal medicine.
This girl also married the tough Hannah. It is said that this girl eventually became the owner of the Leaky Cauldron and took over the mantle of Madam Pomfrey?
Oh, no, I'm wrong.
Speaking of Neville, he eventually became the Herbology Professor at Hogwarts.
Anton raised his eyebrows, he seemed to have found the most suitable experimental assistant, Neville Longbottom!
He walked over with a smile and looked at Neville with a smile, which made the little kid shrink back in fear.
"So, Neville-san, did you throw the gold memory ball or the silver memory ball?"
"Ah?" Neville looked at him blankly, "No...no, it's just an ordinary memory ball."
“Awesome!”
"Honest boy!"
Anton took out his wand again and turned to face the black lake.
"Actually, the most suitable spell now is the Flying Curse." Anton twisted his shoulders, "But, I suddenly had a magical idea and I plan to try it."
"This attempt is dangerous because it will exhaust the magic power in my body, but it will allow me to test another idea."
Anton's murmur obviously frightened Neville. He looked at this somewhat nervous classmate and swallowed.
"If I'm not wrong, then I should be extremely good at this."
Anton moved his wand gracefully and murmured.
"You have to be very, very talented."
Raise your hands high.
"As long as I believe it!"
Gently, gently, press down with your hands like a conductor of a symphony orchestra.
Then, the wand swung upwards.
The quiet lake began to ripple with water waves, lapping on the lake shore and rolling up high waves.