When he came out of Dumbledore's Academy of Magic, Anton originally planned to go back to the asylum tower, but Dobby, the house elf, came over first.
"Miss Anna Rozier asked me to inform you that she is going to take everyone to the Muggle world to find a biologist for tutoring."
"What?" Anton looked at Dobby in shock.
Dobby also looked confused, "At first, the two twins, Mr. Wesley, thought that various animals could not be kept in the shelter tower irregularly and planned to make a plan. Miss Hannah Abbott recommended that they watch some hemp
Books on Melon Biology.”
"So loyal Dobby volunteered to buy them, and Miss Hannah Abbott said she might also need some books on plants."
"Then Miss Anna Rozier suggested that everyone simply take a systematic course on biology."
"She contacted Director Lu Ping's wife, Ms. Erza Lu Ping, and it is said that she has arranged private lessons for everyone."
"They're all gone now."
Anton chuckled, "They used to complain about me going to cram school during holidays. Look, look, they are going there too!"
This is definitely the biggest change Anton has brought to the cabin.
Of course, it's not a cram school thing.
Whether it is Voldemort, Grindelwald, Dumbledore, or the officials of the Ministry of Magic, their expectations for "sub-wizards" are more that they hope that these Muggles can make full use of their original abilities when they have magic.
He has very good knowledge and skills in the Muggle world.
But I have never thought about it like this-wizards learn Muggle knowledge.
Anton asked Dobby to go back first, and after thinking about it, he simply walked towards Professor Snape's office.
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry seemed very quiet during the holidays. There were no noisy students, and even most of the professors had left the school.
At such a quiet moment, the castle caretaker Filch dragged a deck chair to the corner of the castle entrance, lay on it holding Mrs. Norris (the cat) and basked in the sun, looking particularly comfortable.
Obviously, in the eyes of many people, this is not only a school, but more like their home.
If they left here, they might really be homeless.
It is not only Filch who calls Hogwarts home, but also Professor Hagrid and Professor Snape. Perhaps this is why these two have a good relationship with Filch in private - they are basically family members.
During the months when students are on vacation, when they meet and greet each other in the empty castles, there will be inexplicable and heartwarming smiles.
Of course, in addition to these two whom Anton is familiar with, there are also other professors, such as Ms. Trelawney, the divination professor who is drunk every day.
Anton had no intention of destroying the peace and quiet. He looked at Filch from a distance and let the 'Free Wind Bird' take him up to the corridor between the castles on the second floor and along the stairs towards Professor Snape's office.
Arriving at the door, Anton thought for a while, took out the snuff box from the pocket of the wizard's robe, and looked inside with one eye open.
You should bring some kind of gift when you come to visit.
Of course, it's not for Old Si, who won't be polite to Old Si, but for Ms. Jillian Nicklaus (the female werewolf).
After rummaging around, I finally dug out a few gift boxes from the magic materials and semi-finished potions. These were given to Anton by Fudge, and contained some dried fruit tea made from exquisite magic fruits.
Because of her hometown, Ms. Nicklaus likes to cook some milk tea, so it is most suitable for such a gift.
Anton knocked on the door, and soon Ms. Nicklaus came over and opened the door.
The moment you open the door, a unique magical atmosphere hits your face.
It even gave Anton goosebumps all over his arms.
"Yeah, it's Anton here." Ms. Nicklaus looked at Anton with a smile and greeted him to come in. "Sif is preparing the potion. Please keep your voice down and don't disturb him."
Anton nodded with a smile and gave the gift, but his eyes couldn't help but look towards Lao Si on the other side of the long experimental table.
how long……
Don't you feel threatened by this terrible magic?
It is a kind of fear instinct originating from the depths of the soul towards forces that may cause harm to oneself, as if facing the fear of animals upstream of the food chain, which is particularly unique.
Professor Snape looked up at Anton, nodded, and continued to stir slowly in the crucible with his wand.
From time to time, he stretched out his left hand to grab some powder from a wooden box next to him, and added it carefully little by little.
Anton put his little head to the top of the crucible and looked around for a while, took a gentle breath, and frowned slightly, thinking about what this thing was.
This was obviously not a regular potion. A silver light shone in the crucible, and the liquid took on the appearance of a thick silver slurry that looked like mercury.
But Anton knew that it was not mercury, nor was it Lao Si's Patronus Charm or anything like that.
That's a very evil thing - unicorn blood.
Unicorns are the purest and most holy unicorns in the legend, but their blood carries the most vicious curse. This kind of thing has been completely abandoned outside the formal potion science when the "modern magic system" was established.
After a while, Snape finally finished adding the powder, carefully adjusted the heat of the alcohol lamp under the crucible, packed up the wooden box, then cleaned his palms with a blue liquid, and called An
Go east to the side.
"This is a magic potion that was not very common in ancient times."
"In order to treat your lake-like soul, I searched for information on this type of medicine that can act on the soul, and then I saw this on a broken parchment manuscript in the library."
Snape looked at Anton's curious look on the baby and couldn't help but smile, "It's no longer possible to verify who the wizard was who invented this potion. The most famous record is that Melissa...
Simone."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Anton's eyes lit up. He had heard this name when he was taking pictures at school. The related memories quickly jumped into his mind, and he recalled them all in an instant, "That's the name that Xiang
The witch who gave the sleeping prince the magic potion, and she finally helped the left prince become the king and queen?"
Don't ask why there are so many princes and princesses in Europe. The king here is sometimes similar to a village chief or county chief in Anton's previous life.
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Snape took the milk tea from Ms. Nicklaus with a smile, took a sip, and then explained to Anton.
"Yes, according to legend, the prince offended a passing bard and was cast into a coma by the bard's witchcraft. It is said that there was a huge long-nosed monster lying on his soul. The prince's fragile soul could not bear such a load.
I had to fall into a deep sleep."
"Thanks to this record, this ancient magic potion formula has been handed down."
"In order to maintain the mystery of ancient times and have no need to spread knowledge to the outside world, witches who brewed magic potions generally did not give the magic potion a name. I called it 'soul purifying decoction' based on its function."
"I followed the method of the 'Ray of Sunshine Curse' you researched and the Patronus Charm I researched, and improved this magic potion with the idea of integrating the magic potion."
Snape waved his wand, and a piece of parchment flew over, with tiny flames surging on it, burning out some writing.
They are the original formula, the improved formula he developed, and the improved ideas.
After Anton finished reading, the flames burst into flames and burned the parchment out in a moment.
"Don't say it out loud, as long as you understand it. I'm worried that some diviners will sense the magic generated by our conversation and find out the possible fate."
Snape shook his head at Anton.
He was obviously extremely careful.
Because, this potion is used against Voldemort.
The effect is actually positive. The effect is to cleanse the soul and wash away the extra things besides the soul.
You can even call it a 'pure soul purifying potion'.
But the purer it is, the more evil it may be.
If this medicine were given to Nicoléme, the hundreds of years old man would be guaranteed to die instantly.
And if it is given to Voldemort to drink, it can even directly destroy the Horcrux on Lao Fu.
Of course, the method of drinking it is too forced. Using mist suction or weapon quenching is an excellent way to apply the medicine.
In this regard, Lao Si's research is much better than Anton's.
Anton raised his eyebrows, came to the crucible again, smelled it, and finally shook his head at Snape, "I feel a great threat, but it is only a threat, not to the level of destruction."
Snape was not in a hurry, he just squinted his eyes and lay down on the back of the sofa, "It's not completely cooked yet, we'll see when the time comes."
He glanced at Anton and said, "You're here just in time. Make a Horcrux for me. I need to test the results after the potion is completed."
"I know that people who possess Horcruxes are always unafraid of death and are more calm when danger comes. Instead, they will not try their best to survive, because they know that they only need to wait for their subordinates to help them hold a resurrection ceremony."
"But, if he was hit by this just before he died..."
Snape sneered.
Anton took a breath and was extremely shocked. With this thing, even the 'life being' that he drew and collected might be useless!
Oh my god~
These wizard elders really cannot be underestimated!
"Anton..."
Snape sat up, leaned over and stared at him, "Don't just talk about everything you have learned. You have to know how to keep it in reserve."
"I know you have learned a lot from Voldemort. Some magic systems are even based on Horcruxes. You should understand the importance and not tell anyone about this potion formula."
"Even if it was the original broken animal skin manuscript that recorded the original formula, I used some methods to speed up its damage. Now only half of the insignificant content is left on it."
"According to the characteristics of ancient wizards who don't like to spread knowledge, this manuscript may even be the only one. You and I may be the last people to know the formula of this potion."
"you……"
"Understood?"
Anton sat obediently and nodded crazily.
I understand, but I don’t really understand him too well. He just likes to have fun and is not mentally retarded. I can only say that he is grateful for Snape’s selfless care for him.
Lao Si really taught himself a lesson today, which made all the 'arrogance and prejudice' that Anton really had disappear.