In the dead of night, Anton sat on the sofa in the hall and quietly looked at the city outside the window.
The hustle and bustle of the Muggle world always reminded him of his previous life.
But he was a little surprised to find that some memories of his past life were gradually becoming blurry. Unless he planned to use the goblin's memory exploration technology to return to the depths of his soul to explore, some things were gradually fading away.
He had somewhat forgotten the face of his girlfriend in his previous life. This was the only thing worth describing in his previous life, because in his lonely and withdrawn life in his previous life, there was only such a person who intervened in his life.
He also somewhat forgot about the rental house where he lived. After opening the window, you could almost reach out and touch the building opposite. The dark and damp rental house always exuded a musty smell.
Now he can't remember the furnishings there.
People change, emotions, memories, self-perception, desires, feelings...
Everything will change.
When I pulled out the wand I bought from Ollivander's Wand Shop, countless stars appeared.
Obviously, this wand is repelling itself.
This feeling has become stronger recently, and everything is getting stronger every day after Dumbledore helped cut off the connection with the original soul.
"You put too much pressure on yourself, I can see it." Anna walked to her side at some point and gently handed over a cup of warm scented tea.
She gathered up the hem of her light green silk skirt and sat quietly on the sofa, looking sideways at Anton.
Anton pursed his lips and said nothing.
He was most relaxed when getting along with this quiet girl. He didn't need to think about how to speak so as not to appear rude or not smart enough.
Anna understands him and knows that this person who usually talks a lot is actually a person who likes to be quiet and alone.
"Sometimes, have you ever considered living for yourself?"
Anton raised his head in shock, "Live for yourself?"
"Yeah." Anna nodded gently, "You always worry about this and that, but you never worry about your own affairs."
"..."
It seems to be true.
Anton raised his head and looked out the window in confusion.
"I don't know, Anna, I really don't know how to live."
"Without these family members, I might be as withdrawn and eccentric as those dark wizards in the gutter."
Anton sighed.
He always struggled to live, passively accepting the fate, and then coping, resisting and planning.
"The way to survive." Anna met Anton's stunned gaze and smiled sweetly, "This is a word you often say to others."
"What about you? Have you also carefully considered your own way of survival in this world and in the face of everything you face?"
"I……"
Anton could talk about this topic endlessly for three days and three nights.
However, Anton raised his head and looked at Anna sitting there quietly, and suddenly found that he couldn't pull it out.
He didn't need to convince Anna, what he needed was to convince himself.
Are you trying to convince yourself of something you don’t believe in?
Just like what he said to Pedro, 'Today is no longer the age of goblins, but the age of humans.' So for him, this is no longer the past life, but the world of wizards.
He lives here.
It's different here. You could live in confusion in your previous life, and you can live a good life as long as you work hard.
But here, if he cannot understand his true intentions, then he is doomed to fall into mediocrity in magic and be lost to everyone.
For a life of constantly walking a tightrope, this is tantamount to seeking death.
"My way of survival..."
"My true heart..."
Anton squinted his eyes and looked out the window, smiled brightly, stood up suddenly, and gently stretched out his hand, "Are you interested in going outside with me to enjoy the breeze?"
Anna nodded with a smile and gently placed her hand on his palm.
Bang!
Countless sparks burst out from the tip of the wand, like fiery trees and silver flowers.
The two disappeared into thin air.
fly!
Become a color-changing wind bird and fly freely!
Flying in the night sky of the city, flying in the night sky covered with clouds and mist, flying in the starlight of the vast Milky Way.
An interesting change.
Whether he is transforming into a werewolf or a viper, Anton cannot use magic spells.
But in the state of the color-changing wind bird, he can easily use the floating spell.
The floating spell holds two light and weightless color-changing wind bird spore clusters of herbs, floating freely and contentedly with the situation.
Before I knew it, it was getting bright.
Anton and Anna stood on the street of Diagon Alley, frowning at the wands in their hands.
This thing became increasingly difficult to use, and I almost just threw it away.
"Looks like I'll have to buy a new wand."
Anna looked at Ollivander's Wand Shop not far away with a smile, "Then we're at the right place."
Anton shrugged, "It's really the guidance of fate."
Maybe it can be said that it is fate that we can reach here after wandering aimlessly.
Anton walked straight towards the wand shop. The wand in his hand could not even be used as a spare wand. He was worried that if he put it in the hidden button of his clothes, he would accidentally set his clothes on fire.
Open the store door and walk to the bar.
Snapped.
The magic wand is on the table.
"Boss, return it!"
Mr. Ollivander was busy with something on the table. Hearing this, he raised his head in astonishment. His silver eyes looked at Anton in surprise, and then at the wand.
"Impossible, how could it resist you?"
Anton sighed, "I changed my mind and it left sadly. It's that simple."
Anna chuckled.
"It's possible!" Mr. Ollivander blinked his eyes that seemed as pale as the whites of his eyes, "The yew and thestral tail hairs that represent death are obviously no longer suitable for you. You have the breath of new life.
.”
"Vigorous like the rising sun in the morning, warm and peaceful."
Anton was curious, "Is this some kind of detection magic?"
Mr. Ollivander just smiled faintly and shook his white hair, "The rod maker's intuition."
Haha, do you think I believe it?
The effect of this curse has obviously touched the soul. Being able to detect the breath of the soul is definitely some kind of high-end method.
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The wizarding world surprises Anton every moment.
Soon, Mr. Ollivander took out one of the wands in the shop and said, "Try this one. It's made of alder. It's a hard-to-bend wood, but I found that its ideal owner is neither stubborn nor obstinate.
Instead, there are wizards who are helpful, considerate and lovable."
After Anton held it, he felt a comfortable feeling, like meeting a close friend.
"No, no, no, its performance is too average." Mr. Ollivander took it out of Anton's hand, put it back into the box on the table, and walked towards the crowded box muttered.
"Try this one again." Mr. Ollivander handed over another wand. "There are not many wands made of apple wood. They are powerful and are especially suitable for those who have lofty ideals and pursuits. This is because
Apple wood is not suitable for black magic."
Boo hoo hoo.
The tip of the wand emitted three or two dots of light, as if celebrating.
"It can be used, but it's still average." Mr. Ollivander was obviously very dissatisfied, but Anton felt that the handle felt good. It was not suitable for black magic, but it was fine. He might not have had any experience with black magic in recent years.
Already.
"found it."
Mr. Ollivander was holding a box like a child, with dust on his nose. It was obvious that the box had been placed somewhere in the corner before.
"My father, Givenchy Ollivander, always used to say, 'You can never fool a cedar wand bearer,' and I agree: a cedar wand will find someone who is perceptive and perceptive.
As your own perfect master.”
He was obviously a little proud, "However, I would like to go a little deeper than my father, especially when the wand they love has been damaged, and I have never seen the owner of a cedar wand come to me for care.
A wizard who works well with a cedar wand has the potential to become a formidable opponent, and those who challenge them without thinking are often struck down."
"The core of the wand is the tail feather of a thunderbird. Although wands using this core are difficult to master, they usually have very powerful power and are highly valued by shapeshifters."
Anton took the wooden stick and raised his eyebrows.
There were no strange phenomena, only a sense of comfort like a spring breeze, and he even felt as if he was transitioning between a wizard and a color-changing wind bird.
"Hahaha, my intuition is right." Mr. Ollivander smiled proudly.
Anton also smiled, "Okay, help me wrap up all three wands."