Apart from chanting sutras in his ears, he could not do much.
And since Anton found cotton and stuffed it into his ears, even if his head suddenly emerged from the diary that Anton was looking at, he couldn't make this tough boy show any expression.
He could stare at Anton until he saw Anton's heart trembling.
And Anton could also stare at him and make him feel flustered, even though he didn't have a heart now.
The old wizard helplessly floated around Anton a few times, and finally left through the wall again. The location of the Leaky Cauldron is simply magical. If you take a step forward, you will see a Muggle world full of unknowns. If you take a step back, you will see a world full of mystery.
Diagon Alley and Knockturn Alley.
He didn't notice that after he floated out, Anton quietly breathed a sigh of relief.
"Hold the grass!"
"Hold the grass! Hold the grass!"
Anton threw away the old wizard's diary and rushed to the bathroom to wash his face vigorously.
"How are we going to live this day~" The little face in the mirror was full of sadness.
If this continues, he will either be scared to death one day, or develop a strong heart. Anton feels that he may be the first type, and an ugly face suddenly appears from the book, and he gets along with two people.
Yue, why didn't he realize that the old wizard was so naughty?
"Gan!"
Anton’s hunch was right!
When he woke up, he opened his eyes and saw the old wizard holding the ugly face in his hand, hanging it next to his head, staring at him in a daze.
God knows how he clenched his gums so hard that he almost broke his teeth, but he didn't react at all.
When he was washing his hair, there would be an icy cold air that would extend from his scalp to his back from time to time. The foam would be washed away in a hurry, and his figure would no longer be seen in the mirror.
When he went to the toilet, the old wizard slowly raised his head from the bathtub, almost preventing him from holding his shit back.
The most disgusting time was when old Tom, the bar owner, cooked a pot of boiled pork slices that he taught, and the old wizard was floating in the soup the whole time!
He just grabbed his hair and put his head into the soup.
Anton also worked hard. He sandwiched the slices of meat and ingredients piece by piece without blinking.
He feels very regretful now.
When was the time to retaliate? He shouldn't have killed the old wizard then.
He felt like he had a nightmare and he couldn't wake up.
"I will never dare to kill anyone again!" The old wizard's words and deeds taught Anton how to be vicious and vicious, how to walk freely in a chaotic place, and he also used practical actions to make Anton understand what it means to love life.
An old wizard is disgusting enough.
If he had a meal in the future, a large group of strange ghosts would line up around him...
Anton quickly shook his head to dispel this terrifying thought.
This lasted for three days.
late at night.
Anton was really not in the mood to sleep, so he lit the oil lamp and continued to read the old wizard's diary. He had already read the contents in it for the second time, and had read everything he should read.
Now he began to recite the three elements of each spell in it.
I worked harder than I did in the college entrance examination.
Except for the 'Iron Armor Curse', which is considered a serious magic spell in the diary, all the others are pure black magic. Any one you pick out is extremely powerful.
It is very lethal, not only to the enemy, but also to yourself.
In the past three days, he tried to cast several spells, and found that if the mood was not full, either the spell would not be successful, or the power would be extremely weak, as weak as scratching an itch.
If he really wants to release it successfully, he needs a very long emotional brewing process.
And if he wants to ensure that he can successfully release black magic at any time, he must be immersed in the emotions required by the spell at all times. This is why black magic harms humans.
He couldn't imagine that he could keep the murderous intention boiling in his heart all the time. After a year of keeping this up, he would feel that he could release a magic spell to kill anyone he looked at.
Learning black magic is an extremely dangerous thing.
The consensus in the wizarding world is indeed correct.
The old wizard was wandering on the bed boredly, throwing his head high from time to time, catching it with his left hand, throwing it up, catching it with his right hand, and then catching it with his left hand...
Anton could really hold back and pretend not to see it, cover himself with a quilt and sleep.
But he didn't have to. He would rather sit by the window, enjoy the breeze, drink some drinks, and memorize the text.
This was a protracted battle, and he was patiently prepared.
Slowly accepting that there is a ghost next to him, Anton deliberately allowed himself to face the existence of the old wizard. Wasn't it just a comparison of patience, perseverance, and determination? Wasn't he afraid of it?
He didn't believe that the old wizard could stay by his side for the rest of his life.
Let’s try it out for a year first!
"No one can learn them all." A voice whispered in my ear.
Anton glanced at it and saw that the old wizard had floated out of the window at some point and raised his head to speak to his ear.
"Haha." Anton smiled proudly, "I almost memorized them all."
"No, no, no." The old wizard held the severed head in his left hand, raised a finger on his right hand and shook it.
"Memorizing it doesn't count as learning it. Whether it's black magic or white magic, the more powerful the spell, the stronger the emotion it requires."
"You can't hold yourself in hundreds of extreme emotions at the same time."
"You have also read my diary. Olaro has done some exploration in this area. She even went to the Muggle world to study psychology and successfully split herself into dozens of sub-personalities. It is very useful, but the consequences are also
Very serious."
He held up three fingers on his right hand.
"In the group of dark wizards, those who have a serious master-disciple heritage will receive a serious warning not to study more than three in depth at most."
"One as the most commonly used spell, and two as supplements."
Anton sneered, "That's why you can cast the Cruciatus Curse so smoothly, right?"
The old wizard was silent for a moment, "You killed me, even chopped off my head, and I can only hold my own head after death. I think we are even."
Evened out?
Anton doesn't think that the experience of these two months has brought him not only harm, but also changes in his personality.
He didn't know whether it was getting better or worse, but he knew that if he saw himself in his previous life, he would feel strange to him now.
"I will never forgive you." Anton looked at the old wizard's head steadily, "Never!"
Can we forget all the grudges when we meet and smile? Sorry, I don’t have the stomach for it.
The old wizard shook his head with his hand, pretending to be shaking his head.
"I don't need your forgiveness."
He floated in front of Anton, "I just want to make a deal with you."
Anton glanced at him indifferently, smiled, put the diary back into his shoulder bag, and walked straight past the old wizard to the bed.
"Not interested in."
After saying that, he turned over and lay down, covering himself with quilt.
"..."
The old wizard sat on the edge of the bed holding his head for a long time, and Anton didn't bother to pay attention to him.
His body is still young and needs adequate nutrition and sleep.