The dough is floating in the air, being stirred and kneaded in a cycle.
Raisins are sprinkled lightly.
"Give me some more appropriate flames." Anton waved his wand, and a flame flower bloomed around the dough floating in the air. "Turn this ball into bread!"
The dough expands quickly, becomes slightly browned, and takes on an attractive color.
Fragrant
Float gently and fall on the plate.
"Chrysanthemum raisin milk bun." Anton looked at everyone in front of him with a smile, "Please enjoy."
"Awesome!" Anna looked at the delicious buns on the plate with bright eyes.
"Wow!" the twins exclaimed. It was time for Lupine to get married, and the Weasley family came over a day early to see if there was anything they could do to help.
Ron expressed his shock. He turned to look at Harry Potter and murmured, "Is this really a spell?"
Anton looked at everyone with a smile and continued to wave his wand. Pieces of exquisite bread, fruit pies, and fruit rolls appeared on the shelves.
These are some snacks for tomorrow's wedding.
It's amazing that Anton can always show great talent for some useless spells.
The floating spell, the moving figures, and now the ‘Antony Bread Curse’ invented by myself.
Yes, after coming to this wizarding world for several years, Anton finally invented a magic spell, a spell that can be released simultaneously by other people following the spell, casting gestures, and emotions.
He clapped his hands.
"After eating this bun, come and learn this magic spell. I'll leave the snacks to you tomorrow."
Everyone was very excited. This was a magic spell invented by Anton. People of the same age are so proud of it.
Next, Anton began to explain the meaning of each gesture and the secret of each note.
"The first sentence 'daisies, sweet cream and sunshine' represents the feeling of the best life in my heart." Anton smiled faintly, "Such emotions determine the taste of your finished bread. It can be happy, touching, or...
It has a long aftertaste and can even be bitter.”
"Well, but tomorrow is the wedding, so I'd better forget about the bitterness. No one will like it."
"The second sentence, 'bring some more appropriate flames,' represents the appearance of food, and the dough is reborn in the flames. This is a power of change, growth, and maturity."
"The last sentence, 'turn this ball into bread', represents the wizard's will. At this time, you should think carefully about what kind of bread you want. The stronger your will, the more thoroughly the magic power will help you complete it.
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"This is a magic spell that loves life and fills the heart with sunshine."
Next, Anton started letting everyone try it.
Anna finished first. This quiet girl likes flowers and sunshine, and her heart is full of sweetness.
Her bun is a piece of phyllo hand-pulled bread that resembles flower petals.
The twin buns are in the shape of a funny broomstick, a bit similar to a baguette, but the texture is softer and makes you feel inexplicably happy when you eat it.
The buns made by Ron have an average taste.
harry potter
Anton frowned with a look of disgust on his face, and leaned back tactically, "Harry, although I said you must be strong-willed, please don't yell so loudly. This piece of bread is covered with your saliva, and I won't be willing to try it."
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Ron quietly moved half a step to the side.
"Hahaha"
Everyone laughed.
Taking off his apron, Anton asked the children to work hard and went out for a walk.
"Professor, did you feel the same way when you invented the flying spell?"
Anton was walking on the garden path outside the Castle of Flowers, smelling the faint fragrance of flowers and squinting his eyes.
"How do you feel?" Black lines emerged from Anton's body and condensed into a human face. After spending many days together, Lao Fu's mood became stable.
"Just like" Anton frowned.
"It seems that there is a supreme will in this world, or a magic atlas, which has long recorded all the magic spells in the world."
Oh, Anton doesn't like this feeling.
"We didn't invent the curse, we discovered the curse."
"Otherwise it would be difficult to explain the so-called principle of magic." He looked up at the sky. The weather was fine and cloudless.
"I still need to think about the process of making bread and the techniques of making sweet and delicious bread, but there is an unrelated curse. Everything I explore seems to be automatically integrated into the curse."
Anton looked back and stared at the window on the second floor of the castle, where the children were working hard to prepare bread for tomorrow.
"them"
"Just by chanting this incantation, it was made?"
"Ha" Voldemort chuckled, his laughter full of meaning, "It's the same as what I thought back then. He clearly invented the curse, but he didn't have time to be proud of it. Instead, his heart was shocked and full of fear, as if there was a tall god coldly saying
It’s like looking down at the world.”
"Anton"
"My students, remember, there are no gods in this world. Even the legendary God of Death is just a meaningless fantasy of wizards."
Anton was still confused, "But this doesn't make sense!"
"This is an interesting topic." Voldemort turned to look at the sky and smiled faintly, "Human beings are always like this, blaming everything unknown on gods, trying to find an answer to everything they don't understand."
"Remember, emotions, will, and our thoughts are both in our minds and in every corner of the world."
"The intersection of all emotions, will, and thoughts creates a magical world that we cannot perceive. It is the source of the universal spread of the curse."
Anton exclaimed, "Wow, Professor, you are so awesome, how did you observe this?!"
"" Lao Fu was silent for a long time, and finally said quietly, "My guess."
"!!!"
oh!
That’s just nonsense, right?
Anton rolled his eyes.
"The wizarding world is always full of unknowns. The more we understand, the more we feel our ignorance." Lao Fu rarely sighed without being so proud.
"I like this." Anton said with a smile.
"If you put it this way," Anton looked at Lao Fu jokingly, "my dear professor, although you said that using a knife to cast a defective soul can master powerful magic power."
"But I'm afraid, after that knife attack, you will stop at that level, right?"
"Have you lost the ability to explore more?"
Voldemort was completely silent.
The black thread kept rolling and floating in mid-air.
I don’t know how long it took, but a long sigh filled with meaning and regret sounded out, and all the black lines of Lao Fu retracted into Anton’s body.
Anton ignored him and just stretched his hand into the air, playing with it gently under the sun.
"Daisies, sweet cream and sunshine"
"This is more than just a spell for making bread!"
Slide your palm, scoop it up gently, and pick up a ray of sunshine.
The sun is in the palm of my hand, and my heart is warm.