When the five people returned to the Weasley cabin, night had fallen.
The pupa of the Ghost-Faced Hawkmoth absorbs all other potion ingredients and turns itself into a small fur ball the size of a fingernail.
This means that Anton's simplified steps are correct.
The five people came to the terrace on the second floor and welcomed the baptism of moonlight.
"Everything has a price. Simplifying the steps will increase the risk. We only need to hold this hair ball in our mouths for one night, but we need to restrain the murderous intention in our hearts and constantly recite Animagus's words silently in our hearts.
Transformation spell."
Anton threw the fur ball into his mouth casually, and in an instant, the world turned into blood red, and everyone around him also turned into strange images, and the eyes of dark wizards were everywhere.
"No one is carrying a wand. If you still can't restrain your murderous intention, fear, anger and other negative emotions, I will tie you up."
"But I hope..."
Anton stared at them and spoke seriously, "Remember, we are wizards, noble wizards. Nothing can control our hearts, not magic spells, not potions. This is a spiritual experience.
I hope you can stick to your heart."
No one answered him, and the four people had different expressions.
Neville looked determined, staring closely at the Forbidden Forest in the distance. The battle and killing during the day had made this little boy mature a lot.
Hannah collapsed on the ground, as if she had seen something terrifying, and finally she gritted her teeth and stood up.
"I don't think we can stand around like this." Fred suggested.
"Indeed, Anton, can't you transform the house? Create some deck chairs so we can enjoy a moonbath." George added.
They looked calm, so calm that they didn't look like the twins themselves.
Anton chuckled, after going through a battle, these four people actually had the idol baggage of "I am actually very powerful and I need to maintain my image".
Pretend, keep pretending!
Neville, your legs are almost broken, and Hannah, your expression is so stiff that you are about to collapse.
Although he was complaining in his heart, he still conjured up five deck chairs on the terrace.
Everyone took their seats one after another.
Anton could hear the sounds of secret relief coming and going.
The moonlight was beautiful tonight, and the moon cooperated very well and did not disappear in the middle of the night, otherwise they would have to start over.
In this way, before the sun had risen, several people buried the bottle containing the potion underground in the Weasley cabin.
Pulled by the Elephant Vine to the very depths of the ground, it is quiet, undisturbed, and protected by the Elephant Vine.
Next they have to wait for a storm to come.
Maybe tomorrow morning, maybe two years from now, who knows.
The weather in the wizarding world is disturbed by magic and is not connected with the weather in the Muggle world. Anton has no way to judge when there will be a storm based on the weather forecast in the Muggle world.
Just wait patiently.
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It wasn't until the evening of the next day that Anton Shi Shiran came to Quirrell's office with a simple potion mixed with a rune snake and a jar of snake blood.
Quirrell eagerly took it, opened the cork, and drank half of the bottle in one breath.
"Well...it seems...it doesn't seem that useful anymore." Quirrell said with a sad face, "I need to go to sleep, otherwise I feel like I won't be able to hold on anymore."
If even the magic potion mixed with the blood of magical animals doesn't work, he can only go to the last step.
Unicorn blood.
God, he really didn't want to drink the kind of blood that represented holiness but was actually full of filthy curses. After being contaminated, he would be severely cursed and become semi-immortal.
"Philosopher's Stone! Idiot!" A sharp cry came from the hat, "The Philosopher's Stone can lift this curse!"
Oh, the Dark Lord once again spied on his thoughts.
In other words, his every thought was right under the Dark Lord's nose.
Quirrell sighed helplessly. He didn't even have time to drive away Anton, and staggered to the back room of the office, where there was a bed.
Snap.
He fell on the bed and fell asleep instantly.
"Let that snake out of the iron cage!" came a sharp voice from the hat.
Anton nodded, waved his wand gently, and the fully enclosed iron cage began to deform, and the runes crawled out.
He activated the 'Wizard's Eyes' spell early and stared straight at Quirrell's head.
I saw those black threads floating gently in the air from deep within the dark green cracks on Quirrell's body.
The reddest, a whole group of black color blocks floated out from Quirrell's body.
Under Anton's normal right eye sight, a dense gray-black fog appeared in front of his eyes.
The dense fog rushed towards the rune snake very quickly.
Possessed again!
Anton raised his eyebrows. He discovered that when Voldemort possessed the Rune Snake, several color blocks on his body that were about to split quickly turned into a ball of black silk threads with strange clumps.
Instantly submerged in the rune snake.
"!!!" Haha, he seems to have recorded another interesting magic image.
But, what should be the effect of this curse now?
Awesome!
"That's good." Voldemort's voice came out of the snake's mouth and returned to that elegant tone.
"Even the body of an ordinary rune snake is more comfortable than being in the head of this idiot Quirrell."
"Anthony..."
"Join my Death Eaters. I give up the idea of devouring you. Your excellence has more uses and you need a bigger stage." Voldemort's rune snake body raised three heads and stared at Anton.
.
This is obviously the greatest kindness Voldemort can show.
After being together for so long, Anton could feel that Voldemort was an extremely proud person, and he didn't even bother to lie.
It's so natural to say that I want to kill you, and it's so natural to say that I don't intend to kill you.
Anton pursed his lips.
He thought seriously for a moment, then looked at Lao Fu and said, "Okay, can you tell me what your program is?"
"Program?" Voldemort's raised tone seemed to be in disbelief.
Just know.
You just want to cause destruction and dictatorship, that's all.
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"Only when I become strong can I have enough ability to help you." Anton looked at Voldemort sincerely, "But if I become strong, I can live a prosperous life under the inherent rules. I have a strong sense of power.
I’m not strong, so why should I work so hard?”
"Following your pace, I will gain nothing except killing people constantly. I will also become an enemy of Dumbledore and the Ministry of Magic."
"No! You don't understand!" Voldemort's voice became a little sharp, "Pure blood is noble, and it should maintain the bloodline of the wizarding world. Over the years, the wizarding world has continued to mix blood, and the continuous mixing of blood has led to a generation of wizards.
Not as good as a generation ago.”
"If this continues, not to mention Muggles, all intelligent creatures will want to take the place of wizards."
"Elves, centaurs, vampires, werewolves..."
"Even house elves would want to step on wizards."
"Oh, at that time, the Muggle world protected by Dumbledore will have to face a group of goblins or other possibilities."
"Those intelligent races don't control Muggles the same way we do."
"They will kill all the magical babies and eventually annihilate the wizards."
Anton shook his head, "No!"
"Everything you said is based on 'the wizard's bloodline represents achievement'."
He looked at Voldemort seriously, "But the fact is that wizards do not become stronger because of their blood. The source of wizard's power comes from the heart. As long as there is a trace of wizard blood, everyone is on the same level. The comparison is just
heart!"
"Self-knowledge, memory, emotions, moods, will, desires, regrets, etc. are the source of a wizard's power, not blood!"
"Many times, we can even throw away the body, not to mention the ridiculous bloodline."
"Hahahaha." Voldemort laughed strangely, "Is this really the case?"
"You have indeed gone very far in the path of magic."
"But you haven't noticed that every powerful wizard has pure blood. Even if he is a mixed-blood wizard, he is a mixed-blood wizard for the first time."
"Can a wizard born from multiple mixed blood really master this kind of spiritual power?"
"Look at the classmates around you...Anthony..." Voldemort drawled, staring coldly at Anton with three heads and six eyes, "Tell me, who can be called outstanding or has potential?"
Full of blood, but not a pureblood or a first-time mixed-blood?"
"A lot." Anton said, after thinking for a while, he took a sharp breath, "It seems..."
It seems like there really isn’t!!!!
Pure-blood families do have many stupid children born from close relatives, such as Brak and Goyle. But even if they are idiots like these two, Brak can still release high-end black magic like Li Fire that can burn Horcruxes.
Who else?
By the way, the homeless Lupine.
Anton quickly flipped through the information deep in his mind, and finally took a breath.
Lupine was born into a pure-blood family, the Lupine family.
His father, Lyle Lupine, was once a world-famous authority on apparitions of non-human demons. The Ministry of Magic also warmly invited him to join the Department for the Management and Control of Magical Creatures, which shows that they highly recognized his professional abilities.
Therefore, Lupine's achievements in dark magic creatures come from his family's inheritance.