Anton has been looking for some good seedlings to prepare for the big scene when Voldemort comes back.
At first he just wanted to protect himself.
I have blossomed myself, so don’t touch me.
But later, the appearance of Voldemort's remnant soul was so delicious that he couldn't hold it back and set a trap to help his dear professor make a Horcrux.
This bridge is finally tied.
However, Anton did not regret it, and did not say that his lumped soul was an existence coveted by Voldemort. Lao Fu's understanding of the soul was his only hope of saving himself.
Especially when a 'Tom Wreck' was created by chance.
It's definitely a huge profit.
Due to Tom's self-destruction, the Horcrux was in a very special state. The memory of a pot of porridge in his broken soul brought extreme emotions. Coupled with this emotion and Tom's own memory, the power that exploded was definitely greater than
What is the so-called knife attack that is more powerful?
The premise is that Anton has a way to master it.
I tried the simplest tickling spell before, and it was absolutely effective. Even Dumbledore fell under the spell.
Only two small problems.
First, this thing is uncontrollable. If you really want to release an offensive spell, it will definitely be the kind of map cannon, and it will even cover yourself.
Secondly, extreme emotions with magical power will contaminate and corrode Anton's own soul, which is very annoying.
Anton didn't like playing around, and eventually he turned into the shape of Voldemort.
anyway.
Anton narrowed his eyes and looked at Crabbe.
The pupils in his eyes expanded rapidly, and dark green stars filled the air.
Under the vision of the wizard's eyes, many dark green cracks appeared on Crabbe's body. Although Anton could not understand what these cracks were, there was a vague smell of 'fierce'.
“So interesting”
Bring this guy to the hut for training?
Crabbe turned his head away from looking at the oranges in Anton's hand. Instead, he quietly stretched out his hand from the quilt and touched the fruit basket next to him.
After a while, Crabbe shrank into the bed, and a rustling sound like a little mouse gnawing came out.
Anton shook his head.
Forget it, this kid is too stupid.
Neville was affected by a curse when he was a child. Anyone in the wizarding world who is affected by a curse will definitely find a way to recover.
Crabbe is different. He is a child of a consanguineous marriage, so he is not affected by magic.
Oh, to be honest, blood magic should still be useful, but that thing is definitely a huge topic. Anton looked at Crabbe and finally gave up.
It will definitely not be simpler than time, soul, space or the like.
This person is not worth wasting half his life studying.
In fact, among the students at the same school, Harry Potter is the most worthy of training. He came from an abusive family, but he still maintains an optimistic attitude towards life, has a sense of justice, is enthusiastic, and is brave. He is a good candidate for learning white magic.
The key is that he still has a Horcrux of Voldemort attached to him, which also leads to his special talent for dark magic.
Standard protagonist template.
It's a pity that this man can't move.
Otherwise, Lao Deng will definitely come over immediately waving the Elder Wand.
Yes, Anton knows that even if Harry Potter makes friends with Draco, Lao Deng has no idea, only if he gets close to Harry
Oh, Anton isn't going to give it a try.
Only the wrong name, not the wrong nickname, Harry is definitely the bottom line for the White Devil.
Anton's vision shifted and he was suddenly startled.
He walked forward quickly and stared at Filch closely.
"No, the one he had before was not like this dark green cracked one!"
The cracks on Filch's body were very similar to those on Quirrell's body. They were the kind that were parasitized by Voldemort and were torn open because they could not bear such a terrifying and powerful soul.
But now, this crack is slowly twisting and changing.
It's like that strange feeling when you stare at a piece of grass and it doesn't move at all, but when you wake up the next day you find that it has suddenly grown a lot taller.
To be honest, Anton can understand that Filch can be parasitized by Tom.
Filch's desire was too strong and obvious. He just hoped to be able to release magic like a normal wizard. As long as the devil tempted him, he would be 100% corrupted.
But Tom came to Filch because of Mao, which Anton couldn't understand.
There are so many outstanding little wizards, but you choose such a squib?
Anton looked at him doubtfully, gently pulled out his wand, put it against Filch's forehead, and the three big eyes opened with magic spells.
"Please, as long as I can release magic, I am willing to give anything!"
Filch knelt on the ground, tears spreading in the ravines on his face. He clutched the clothes on his knees tightly, his eyes full of hope.
"Everything? Even if I tell you to kill Dumbledore"
Filch's eyes widened, disbelief written all over his face, "Dumbledore!"
"No! I can't hurt Dumbledore. If it weren't for him, I would have died a long time ago. If it weren't for him, there would be no way for me to enter Hogwarts. Muggles and wizards can't accept me as a squib. I should be like
Useless maggots rotting in the gutters, if it weren't for Dumbledore"
The voice chuckled, "Yes, Dumbledore has brought hope to many people."
"Then change someone and help me kill Harry Potter!"
Filch leaned back in panic, fell to the ground with his hands on his back, and stared blankly at the blurry black figure in front of him, "Do you have to kill someone?"
"Yes!"
"Only the power of death can cut the shackles on your soul and let you have magic power."
"I will help you prepare everything. Remember, if you cannot kill Harry Potter and become a real wizard, these preparations will break your soul and die."
Filch backed away in fear, "I hate Harry Potter, but I just hate him and want me to kill him."
"You have no choice"
"Ha ha ha ha"
The black shadow looked at Filch with great interest, "Those who have wizard blood but cannot awaken magic are called squibs. But people will only pay attention to squibs born in wizard families. No one notices that in the Muggle world
That’s the place with the most dumb guns.”
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"If they use my method, how many Muggle wizards will appear? One hundred thousand? One million?"
"What a terrible and disgusting magic."
"I shouldn't have studied it."
"However, to explore the soul, you must first study the body. To study the body, you will inevitably have to study the bloodline."
"Sooner or later, other wizards will come up this road."
"At that time, will the new era Muggle wizards who are accustomed to Muggle society really allow traditional wizards like us to exist?"
"What do you think?"
"My dear student"
"Anthony Weasley."
A pair of scarlet eyes appeared in the memory, and the pupils of the eyes turned into snake-like vertical pupils.
"!"
Anton pursed his lips, gently took the wand back, and inserted it into the pocket of his wizard robe.
"hehe"
"It's none of my business, don't hit me, roll the ball!"
You Voldemort says one thing after another, but what you end up doing is just that.
I'm too lazy to talk to you.
l exploded.
only
Anton stared at the dark green cracks on Filch's body, and he finally realized that these cracks were found on Nagini's Blood Curse, and also on the Rune Snake.
Did Lao Fu find inspiration in snakes?
Anton frowned. The cracks on Filch's body vaguely revealed a cold and dry smell like Voldemort.
Fei, are you going to take the shape of Voldemort?
Anton shook his head, expressing his disapproval.
This thing seems to be the kind of approach that is seriously partial to science and goes to extremes. Isn't it a group of killing weapons that have become mentally retarded like Voldemort in the end?
Tsk.
The wand was gently placed on the head, and with a slight lift, a milky white crystalline thread was drawn out.
The silk thread slowly fell down and fell into the pensieve.
Anton looked at Dumbledore with a smile, "This is the essential reason why he wants to promote pure blood supremacy."
Dumbledore frowned and kept stroking the ring in his hand.
Anton shrugged, sat down opposite the desk, picked up a small spoon, and scooped out a large chunk of the cold vanilla ice cream.
Ouch
oh
The only thing you can’t live up to is the delicious food.
Let Dumbledore take care of things that are for the sake of all mankind. We should mainly enjoy life.
Wow, with this delicate taste and rich aroma, Anton would never have been able to eat this level of food by himself in the kitchen.
Sure enough, you still need to visit Dumbledore from time to time and show care to the elderly.
Dumbledore took a deep breath, took off his glasses, and rubbed the bridge of his nose, "Sometimes I envy you, a child who is always so heartless."