196 The place where my heart is at ease is my hometown
"Ah~~~~~"
The shrill screams echoed deep in Anton's soul.
His whole body was convulsing in pain. He was covered in cold sweat, as if there was a stinging sourness in his bones. It was cold, as if all the blood had been lost, and a kind of coldness spread deep in his soul.
The heart-wrenching taste...
It's been a long time since Anton had a good taste.
Dumbledore was a little helpless, "I have given up resistance."
"Yes...really?" Anton struggled to get up, stumbled and fell to the ground again.
Among the three unforgivable curses, it is a curse specially used for torture. Its effect is unforgivable.
Anton never thought that there was another way to resist the Cruciatus Curse, which was bounced back by the surging magic power.
Particularly outrageous.
It was at this moment that Anton realized what the 'greatest wizard of this century' was and what he was like.
He even had a suspicion that Lao Deng's inner torture, family affection, love, and ambition destruction were all making his magic power extremely powerful.
It's so powerful that it makes people despair just by feeling it.
I don’t know if Voldemort was in a remnant state at that time, or if he was just a lot different than Dumbledore. Anton didn’t feel this happy when he got the Horcrux for Voldemort.
At that time, the Killing Curse was used. If the Avatar rebounded, it would really make people laugh at their cleverness.
Sure enough, people just need to know how to be reverent.
Anton is always thinking about each episode since time travel. In just two or three years, he probably had a close call with death several times.
I have to say, I'm very lucky.
I felt a little ashamed for no reason, remembering all the stupid things I had done before.
Anton recovered from the Cruciatus Curse very quickly. He took a breath and finally got up.
"Maybe you should endure the Cruciatus Curse a few more times." Dumbledore said with a smile.
"!!!"
Lao Deng, listen to yourself, are you speaking human language?
Anton curled his lips in displeasure, surprised to find that Dumbledore was serious, and couldn't help but follow his gaze.
Is it his own soul, or the miserable look that is about to fall apart?
"No, you guessed wrong." Dumbledore raised his eyebrows, "I clearly saw that he became a little more solid after you withstood the Cruciatus Curse."
"It's like the process of carving a piece of stone, or the process of smelting iron powder into ironware."
Anton blinked.
"I've only been studying for a year, don't lie to me."
Dumbledore stared at Anton's soul and thought, "I guess I'm not wrong."
"Oh, is it so?"
"Heart-breaking and bone-cutting!"
"Ah~~~~~"
The wand that Anton was holding against his head fell to the ground. He struggled not to fall, and raised his head vigorously to stare at his soul. In the end, he succumbed to the pain.
Dumbledore took a deep breath and leaned back tactically.
"You are really... really..." Lao Deng thought for a long time, but could not think of a suitable adjective.
Kids these days are so fierce.
"Don't look at me, look at your soul!" Anton gritted his teeth and spat out a few words, "Ah~~"
He lay on his back in the shape of a big letter, breathing heavily and twitching from time to time. "This is so sour and refreshing, it's really strong."
"Yes, I can feel it." Dumbledore looked at the soul with a smile, "This is a good research direction, if you plan to save your soul."
"But it's better to cast the Cruciatus Curse on yourself. The effect doesn't seem to be very big, at least..."
"It will take at least a few thousand times."
Thousands of times, that is, once a day, 365 times a year, and only 3,600 times in ten years.
…
…
"Dumbledore, I'm dying."
Anton gasped and looked at Old Deng twitchingly. No matter what he did, a heartbreaking shot could never tear Dumbledore's soul apart.
It was only at this time that he discovered how powerful Voldemort's so-called power brought by death was.
The soul scalpel is still too fragile after all.
In other words, the curse of Cruciatus is not powerful enough.
Maybe a death curse should be used.
However, Anton will never be willing to try it. If it rebounds, hehe, he can hit GG.
"How about you kill yourself? Well, I mean do it yourself."
Dumbledore was silent for a moment, "Everyone has something they are good at. Anton, I have told you more than once that I am not omnipotent, but you always think that I am good at everything."
"I think you are the most special when it comes to making Horcruxes. Not even Tom can beat you in this aspect."
"In more than a hundred years of life experience, you are also the only person I have met who is good at soul manipulation."
Wow~
If you can speak, speak more.
Anton immediately became energetic and the corners of his mouth raised crazily, "Really?"
Dumbledore smiled and nodded.
"Haha..." Anton smiled proudly and rudely, pacing back and forth, thinking about the solution.
In fact, there is nothing to think about.
If the ability is not enough, plug-ins can be used to make up for it.
Tom Wreck, it's your turn, go ahead!
"Wait a moment, I'll set the attribute parameters for the plug-in." Anton came to Tom's wreckage with a wand, waved the wand, "Forgot everything!"
"Everything is forgotten!"
One after another, forgetting spells rushed towards Tom's remains, where the memories of various emotions were fading away little by little.
The Oblivion Curse is simply a magical skill, and the counter-curse of the Oblivion Curse is also a necessary means to reset Tom's remains.
"Child, did you figure out the method of the Oblivion Curse yourself?" Dumbledore asked confusedly from behind.
Anton was stunned for a moment, "No, it was Professor Lockhart who taught me."
Dumbledore said in a gloomy tone, "This is not a skill he can develop."
"I forgot all about it!" Anton stopped, turned around and smiled, "Professor Lockhart is a very powerful Defense Against the Dark Arts professor."
Lao Deng chuckled lightly and said, "This technique is not like a wizard's thinking. Instead, it is a bit like the instinctive magic of magical animals. I don't believe that this child has this kind of ability to draw parallels."
"Like the one that makes chocolate frogs?"
"Yeah." Dumbledore smiled and shook his head, not thinking too much about it. Lockhart was just an insignificant person to him, and it was not enough for him to waste his attention.
finally.
Tom's wreckage was successfully set up, specifically tailored for the Cruciatus Curse.
If this doesn't work, Anton will give up. Lao Deng, just go and do what you have to do and don't bother me.
To be honest, he is a little scared now.
Using Tom's remains is definitely extremely powerful.
If this rebounds again...
Oh my god~
It makes my hair stand on end just thinking about it.
"Dumbledore, do you want to stop thinking about it?"
Lao Deng looked at Anton with a smile, "I'm not a person who gives up."
All right.
"Heart-breaking and bone-cutting!"
boom!
The light of the curse poured out from the tip of the wand and turned into a huge light pillar ten meters thick.
The beam of light was filled with billowing magic power, rushing towards the distance with no end in sight.
Anton held the wand tightly and fine-tuned the power of the spell little by little, trying his best to make himself relaxed.
He felt uncomfortable, extremely uncomfortable, and the emotions and memories of the crazy tormenting desire in Tom's wreckage rushed into his mind like a river bursting its banks.
Keep your heart!
Anton warned himself this way.
Be elegant and relaxed. This is the best state to control the spell taught by Professor Voldemort.
This thing is simply torture to yourself.
As if his bicycle was equipped with a rocket propeller, Anton felt like he was going to fall apart.
I don't know how long it took.
Anton took a deep breath and exhaled~~~~~
The light of the curse began to condense, changing little by little, and finally turned into a one-meter-long twisting dazzling plasma at the tip of the wand.
Wave your wand gracefully.
The plasma snaked along the air and rushed into Dumbledore's forehead at extremely fast speeds.
Lao Deng snorted, his whole body trembling crazily, but he was very strong and did not make a sound.
The light of the curse spread out, and patches of plasma-like light splashed on Dumbledore's forehead. In the light, another Dumbledore slowly appeared.
Bo.
The plasma disappears.
Anton shakily inserted his wand into the pocket of the wizard's robe, and the man fell into a trance.
He stared at the two Dumbledores coldly, gritted his teeth, "Dumbledore, I don't owe you anything anymore. It's not easy for me to make you into a Horcrux and put it into my body. Voldemort
It doesn't matter to me, I know that his incomplete soul cannot take away my body."
"But you can."
"This is the only time I trust you."
"You said you promised to give me 'Dumbledore's gift', but this is just a distant promise."
"The fact that I will do this just means that I am happy to do this for you. It is not a decision made after weighing the pros and cons. To be honest, I have lost a lot."
Snap.
Before Anton finished speaking, he fainted and fell to the ground.
Dumbledore looked at him with a complicated expression, and finally sighed deeply, "Yes, how could I not feel your sincerity to me."
He squinted and looked at the sky, as if he was looking through the endless fog and looking at the vast universe.
"Am I really living in a novel?"
Of course, Lao Deng did not completely read the memory of the child he liked. He did not want to do this to people close to him. After all, although everyone quietly called him the White Devil, no one would say that he was the Dark Devil. Some
The bottom line in my heart is that he is still different from Voldemort.
It's just that the information that pops up in Anton's head from time to time tells him this clearly.
This is very difficult to handle, even if you don’t know it.
No one can answer his question, but maybe a sentence in Anton's mind can give him the answer - my hometown is where my heart is.
Anton doesn't have such worries, he just feels that this is a real world.
In a flash of light, Dumbledore and Anton appeared in the office.
He looked at the little wizard curled up on the chair with a smile, "The meaning of life is to find excitement? This is not your real answer. Your road has just begun."