The scene where Anton waved his magic wand and made the entire Black Lake float into the air shocked almost everyone.
Not to mention the professors' praise, the students almost burst out with extremely crazy enthusiasm.
Especially wizards from Muggle families, who have been exposed to the power systems of certain novels since childhood, always wonder if Anton is stronger than the professors.
This even includes a large number of senior students.
Anton really didn't know how to explain it to others, so in the end he could only numbly follow Professor Quirrell's words, "This requires practice. Practice makes perfect. You can do it too, come on!"
Then the inspired students left with excitement.
The power of role models is infinite, and the students showed great enthusiasm for the Charms class, which made Professor Flitwick very happy.
Anton is no more powerful than the senior students.
It’s just that many young wizards and even adult wizards cannot understand such a thing: making a feather float or making a stone float has nothing to do with magic power or the strength of the spell!
They only concern whether the spell is working or not.
A person can make feathers float but cannot make stones float. It is not because his spell is not strong enough, but because the floating spell he cast on the stone failed.
The biggest reason for success is the wizard's will.
One of them includes whether the wizard really thinks he can do it.
This kind of self-confidence is not blind self-confidence, it is not rootless, it requires emotions, memory, confidence, etc. A lot of complex combinations that are difficult to describe with quantifiers.
The power of the mind is a strange feeling that is difficult to describe in words.
Anton was too lazy to explain it to others. How could he tell others the principle behind the old wizard's most precious saying, "The wizard is a god"?
The compliments from others were just external things, and Anton didn't take them to heart.
Just like Snape and the others were sitting around looking at themselves that day, Anton didn't take it to heart.
Voldemort's courses could always tap into the knowledge treasures of the Volkanova witch deep in his memory. Coupled with what he had learned and thought over time, Anton once again devoted a lot of energy to the laboratory.
He is still the quiet kid who focuses on his research.
That night, the twins took their broomsticks to the Forbidden Forest, and Neville came.
"I...I don't know what I can do." Neville looked a little scared.
Snapped.
A large bamboo basket of herbs was thrown in front of me.
"Septic grass, cut off the front half of the leaf with the tip and put it in a jar, put the roots into the bag next to it, and take the rest to the door to feed the elephant vine."
"It's simple, isn't it?"
Neville nodded, sat down and picked up the scissors and herbs, a little at a loss, "How big should I cut?"
Anton thought for a while, sat next to him, pulled off a leaf and broke it in half.
"The effect of septica is to dry up the body's blood. It is a highly poisonous herb."
Snap, Neville was so frightened that the scissors and herbs in his hands fell into the bamboo basket.
"But what's interesting is that as long as herbs, or plants, each one represents a life, and the most vibrant place is the leaves." Anton talked about these contents in the old wizard, Snape and Voldemort.
After learning it bit by bit through joint education, he felt that Neville had made a lot of money.
"They inhale the essence of sunlight, dew, and the vital breath of heaven and earth into the body to nourish the plant. Unlike the roots, the leaves of septica plant contain a wonderful balance of death and vitality at the same time."
Anton threw the second half of the leaf connected to the plant part into his mouth and chewed it. After just a moment, his mouth began to turn black, his lips turned gray-black visibly, with blood marks cracking, and his teeth were also losing.
luster.
"The second half contains a lot of highly toxic ingredients with a breath of death."
Neville took a breath, pointed at Anton's mouth tremblingly, and exclaimed, "You! You're bleeding!"
Anton shrugged and continued chewing, "Hmm~ The smell of death. I said this thing tastes good, it actually has a fragrance similar to honey."
Neville's eyes widened, and he wanted to escape from here.
It was like when Harry and the others persuaded themselves not to play with Anton during the two days of tangle.
This guy looks like an evil wizard!
Gulu.
Anton swallowed half of the leaf directly!
Just swallow it!
Neville is going crazy. Didn't you say this thing is highly poisonous?
Didn't you say it still has some aura of death?
Soon, the corners of Anton's mouth cracked, gray-black color spread along the mouth, and the entire chin began to look like cracked charcoal.
Then, Anton threw the other half of the leaf with the tip into his mouth, his eyes sparkling, "Haha, I didn't notice before that the vitality smell is also a little fresh and salty. This is perfect.
The seasoning."
As he chewed again, half of his face began to return to normal, becoming delicate and rosy again.
The wounds on the corners of the mouth and lips were all healed, and the dark red lips began to turn back to a light, healthy pink.
"Anyway..."
Anton stood up, "I only need the half with the tip, and the roots contain extremely penetrating poison. This is also a great potion material. The rest will be fed to the Elephant Vine for me."
That’s it.”
He put his hands on the table and looked down at the obviously frightened child.
"Neville, you won't let me down, right?"
The poor child really didn't dare to say something like "I'm leaving and I can't do it well". He nodded nervously, pulled off a leaf, picked up the scissors, and finally said with a sad face, "I don't know how much I need to cut."
The half that is said to have vitality."
"Based on feeling!" Anton looked indifferent.
"I discovered the best effect by cutting the blade in half. I don't have the energy to set a processing standard for it. Neville, just rely on feeling."
"But……"
"There are no buts!" Anton stared at him closely, "Remember, you are a wizard, the noblest wizard among all living creatures. Follow your wizard intuition and carry forward with indomitable momentum, whether it is killing the enemy or releasing Curse, or deal with herbs!”
"Although I know it's a bit ridiculous to say this, the best standard when it comes to herbal processing, or even potion refining, is to follow your feelings."
"Don't hesitate, just cut it based on your feeling. Trust yourself, the cut half will be the best."
"It takes talent!"
Anton gently patted Neville's shoulder and stared at him closely, "You are born with this talent. Trust your own intuition! I need you to handle this herb with extreme confidence. This It will be the highest quality potion material, understand?”
Neville looked at him in astonishment and murmured, "Do I have this talent?"
"Yes, you have this talent!"
"Neville, you have to believe that I am not a fool. Septic grass is a potion material that I want to use in large quantities. If I accidentally make a mistake with this thing, it will cause unpredictable consequences." Anton stared at Neville with a smile. If you don't do it carefully, I might even drink the wrong potion and die."
"I'm putting my life in your hands, Neville."
"I believe in you, so please believe in yourself!"
Neville's expression became serious. He gasped hard and tightened his grip on the scissors in his hand, "No one has ever trusted me so much since..."
Anton smiled and patted his shoulder, "Your energy is beyond your imagination, come on!"
Neville looked up at the man with a bright smile, and it seemed as if Anton's whole body was glowing.
"Um!"
He nodded vigorously.
At this time, he only had one belief - he couldn't live up to this trust and couldn't let Anton down!