The train stopped slowly and Hogsmeade station arrived.
Except for the first day of school, Hogsmeade Station mainly serves Hogsmeade Village.
Just like scrying and disembodiment are prohibited in the school, a powerful spell has been cast here. No villager could figure out why no one took the train on this day, or in other words, there were fewer wizards who chose to appear on the train.
On this day, a narrow and dark path will appear in the woods next to Hogsmeade Station. When the little wizards walk through this path, they can see the Hogwarts Castle across the huge black lake.
Unlike the ceremonial rowing ceremony in the first grade, starting from the second grade, you can take a horse-drawn carriage to school.
The cart was pulled by the Thestral, a powerful magical animal that only the wizard Hagrid could tame in the whole of Britain.
It is said that when Dumbledore traveled, if he did not want to disapparate, he would choose to ride the Thestral.
However, Hagrid specifically reminded that the Ministry of Magic prohibits traveling by thestrals, which is illegal. In addition to the fear of being seen by Muggles, the wizarding world generally regards this magical animal as an unknown animal, representing death.
The skinny horse-shaped body has dark and dull skin, a skinny dragon head, huge skinny bat wings, a pair of pale eyes without pupils, and a mouth full of fangs.
Likes the smell of blood, can smell blood from several kilometers away, can sense human thoughts, and likes dark corners.
If Death had a mount, it would be the Thestral.
By the way, the core of the Elder Wand is the Thestral's tail hair.
By the way, the body of the Elder Wand is made of elder wood. According to legend, the holder of an elder wand will be attracted to the owner of a rowan wood wand. Interestingly, Dumbledore’s previous wand was made of rowan wood.
As the information in his mind crept up bit by bit, Anton grinned evilly.
So interesting.
He reached out and gently stroked Yeqi's cheek.
Yeqi sneezed, feeling the love in Anton's heart, and rubbed his cheek affectionately against Anton's palm.
Neville looked at the Thestral with some fear, "Let's get in the car quickly, it looks too scary."
Anton raised his eyebrows, "Can you see it?"
Only those who have clearly experienced the passing process of life can see Thestrals.
"Well..." Neville looked a little sad and pursed his lips, "My grandfather, I held his hand tightly when he left. He is the person who loves me most in the world..."
"After he left, I lived with my grandmother. I know that they all actually love me, my grandmother, parents, uncle..."
He took a deep breath and said, "I have always missed my grandfather very much."
Anton sighed and patted his shoulder, "I don't intend to comfort you, but everyone will die. Maybe when you enter the world of the dead in the future, you can tell your grandfather that you are living a good life."
Neville nodded vigorously.
"Anton..."
"Um?"
"Thank you!"
Anton was stunned for a moment, laughed loudly, and hugged this naive child, "Thank you, we are good friends!"
…
Anton jumped off the carriage halfway, went to the cabin next to the Forbidden Forest alone, and handed the suitcase containing his research materials and experimental items to the Elephant Vine.
The vines will drag the suitcase very deep into the ground.
Having a secret base of his own in Hogwarts was the most proud thing Anton did last year.
He has always maintained a good relationship with Filch. Although Lao Deng has tacitly approved Anton's use of this place, Anton is still trying to help the poor administrator.
For example, providing Filch with a warning card that prohibits stinky dung eggs. This kind of counter-spell warning card against stinky dung eggs will prevent the stinky dung eggs from exploding.
Although they usually provide students with a new product after half a month - 20 stinky feces eggs (with a counter-spell for the prompt card counter-spell).
Now their stinky dung egg products have been updated to 50 years old.
A great virtuous circle was formed between Filch and his classmates.
The twins once felt uneasy about doing this and considered whether to reduce the price of the stinky dung eggs, but their experiment was a waste of money, so they had to earn Galleons in tears.
There is a huge piece of parchment in the hut, which records the curve of Filch's emotions. From the first appearance of 10 stinky turd eggs and 10 stinky turd eggs, to now 40 stinky turd eggs and 50 stinky turd eggs, the curve fluctuates up and down.
It can be seen that Filch has been living in an exciting pace of life.
And judging from the change in the curve, they may need to provide the administrator with a reminder card of 50 as soon as possible. It can also be seen that the stinky feces eggs can be sold for 60 longer.
To put it simply, Filch is a little numb.
This interesting little topic in the cabin has always been the most interesting and fun thing for the five members.
It is worth mentioning that the prompt card 50, the counter-spell of the counter-spell, was provided by Neville.
This stupid kid used great perseverance to memorize all the books on the book list provided by Anton, and constantly asked his friends and professors about the knowledge points he did not understand in the books.
Lack of talent, just hard work and hard work.
That kind of terrifying perseverance amazed the twins.
In this regard, Neville's explanation was disappointing. His dream was to develop a counter-curse to the Cruciatus Curse and cure his parents.
There is no reason why a few friends should not like this kind of person who exudes the brilliance of humanity and charisma.
In comparison...
Draco, who was also from a pure-blood family, was much more annoying.
Anton rushed to the restaurant auditorium on the first floor of the castle and looked at Draco with a frown. The child, who had become a little timid, found a lame excuse to sit at the farthest corner of the long table after he sat down.
The proud Draco always wanted to sit in the middle of the crowd in the most conspicuous position!
"What's up with him?"
Crabbe also had a puzzled look on his face when facing Anton's inquiry. He only had the brain capacity of a troll and didn't quite understand what was going on, so he grinned.
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“It’s delicious, haha.”
Anton frowned and looked back.
What the hell!
It's hard to understand how this guy can release the powerful fire of high-end black magic.
Has Li Huo become so devalued these days?
And this guy is actually Slytherin's Quidditch beater, no wonder he lost to Gryffindor, tsk tsk tsk.
Anton looked at him with the eyes of caring for a mentally retarded child, "If you like it, eat more."
"Yeah! You eat it too!" Crabbe nodded with a smile, stretched out his fleshy fingers like carrots, pulled off a chicken leg and put it on Anton's plate.
"..."
Oh~
Thanks!
Success has given me no appetite!
Anton had no choice but to grab the cup on the table and drink the watermelon juice inside.
Like his bread charm and chocolate frog, Hogwarts' watermelon juice is also made with the help of magic, a unique craftsmanship of house elves.
This thing is obviously more advanced, and Anton can hardly find any traces of magic.
There are no emotions, no wizard's will, no traces of magic.
Of course, Anton is not in the mood to study this now.
Draco has a problem, there is definitely a situation!
I definitely have a problem myself!
he……
I seem to have forgotten something!
The pupils were filled with black mist, and blue electric light surged. His vision followed the colorful mist, and finally reached the depths of his soul.
Lao Fu stayed in a small doll-shaped Horcrux.
His soul was still so broken that it was almost turning into paste, and he could barely see the human form.
It was at this time that Anton keenly discovered that the soul was covered with a layer of very light magic power fluctuations that were almost imperceptible.
Savor.
"Confusion spell!"
"Professor!" Anton looked at the Horcrux coldly, "You cast a confusion spell on me, that's great. I've turned into a Horcrux and you're in a troubled mood."
Lao Fu continued to pretend to be dead.
Ha~
Anton sneered.
You're playing dirty, right?
Since you don't know how to praise me, there is no need for me to treat you as a respected professor. He has already had countless conjectures about Horcrux experiments, but he has never done them.
As he said, everyone keeps each other decent.
I give you face but you don’t want it, just wait!
He squinted his eyes to look at the confusion spell in his soul, and his expression changed.
One thing he was very clear about was that Lao Fu could never do anything in terms of his own will, and he had this confidence.
The confusion spell can definitely only slightly affect his wrong judgment of a certain piece of information.
Moreover, this information was so important to me that it was dispensable, which allowed Lao Fu to succeed in his sneak attack.
So……
What does Lao Fu want to forget?
Something to do with Draco?
maybe……
"Hahaha, fighting against the sky, against the earth, against my dear teacher, it's endless fun, it's so exciting." Anton had a cold smile on his face.
"Heart-breaking and bone-cutting!"
The black line between him and the Horcrux was filled with streaks of magical light, causing the Horcrux to tremble.