It snowed heavily last night. When we woke up early the next morning, the sun was shining brightly and all the snow had melted.
After the little wizards finished their breakfast, they hurried to their respective classrooms. The new day began quietly.
Nothing seems to have changed, and everything seems to have changed a lot.
Dumbledore returned to the position of principal, and this time no school director dared to make any nonsense.
Even though the "Dumbledore conspiracy" theory is everywhere in society, which has put a lot of pressure on Dumbledore, the school directors, well, especially the Death Eaters inside, are very clear about what happened.
What.
The Dark Lord is really back, but before he can cause any waves, he is suppressed by the old principal.
How terrifying this is.
This is Dumbledore's era, and it can only be his era. All the unwillingness and restlessness can only be suppressed in the darkness and dare not show up to the light.
In particular, the old school director Al completely hid in the castle and started to recuperate, trying to live longer than Dumbledore.
Yes, as long as you wait for Dumbledore to die, you can only wait for Dumbledore to die.
By then, it should be the era of the Dark Lord, right?
Then grit your teeth and endure it.
Until then...
"Be calm!" Anton patted the little snake's head gently, stuffed it into his leather belt bag, and walked out of the dormitory holding the textbook.
Stroll up the castle's stone steps.
A battle broke out here yesterday, and it was repaired using the 'restore as before' magic. It may have been destroyed by various magics a long time ago, but it still maintains the appearance of when the school was founded.
But if you look carefully, you can always find traces of the passage of time.
The mottled handrails, the slightly rusty joints between stone and iron rivets, and the walls eroded by the smoke and smoke of the human world for a long time. All the changes quietly carved something on the stone walls.
But these, the "recover as before" spell has no effect.
Magic interferes with reality, and reality interferes with reality. When everything intersects, concepts often become blurred.
Anton suddenly stopped, stared at the stone wall, tilted his head, and carefully felt the magic of time, the magic of nature.
Everything he experienced during this period was telling him about the influence of magic on wizards.
But he always adhered to what the old wizard taught him - wizards are gods, and will determines everything.
Magic should not affect wizards, as long as our will is strong enough.
So, does that ray of sunshine in your heart represent your inner will?
Just like this stone wall, the destruction of the battle cannot affect it, but it can affect itself. Our hearts, our emotions, our will, quietly change over time.
So, does this ‘ray of sunshine’ protect yesterday’s will, or this changing will?
This is an interesting thought.
He didn't know why he thought of this.
Maybe his knowledge has reached a critical point, isn't it? He discovered this when he talked about turning birds into cups in Mag's Transfiguration class.
Then he got so many Dumbledore's papers and studied them for so long. It was time for him to go further.
Anton gently stretched out his palm, looked at the ray of sunshine between them, and smiled slightly.
"Are you reminding me again?"
Now that everything has settled, it's time to take a step forward. Not just this magic, it seems that the whole world is telling him this interesting thing.
With a smile on his lips, he walked up to the stairs with a smile, rising and swaying in mid-air as the moving stairs moved.
Anton likes magic.
He believes that many people are like this and are so enthusiastic about this kind of super power that is beyond reality.
In his previous life, he watched movies and comics, and sometimes swept the floor with a broom. When he was alone, he would sometimes wave the broom and pronounce "jiujiujiu" in his mouth.
He would also raise his arms in a very silly way, make a movement with his fingers that he thought was cool, and stare at the Coke bottle next to the computer screen, imagining that it would automatically float in front of him in the next moment.
"Hey, Anton, you're going to be late if you don't leave." Draco stood on the stairs opposite, looking at Anton who suddenly became nervous with a puzzled look on his face, not knowing why.
At this time, the stairs were sinking. Anton looked up at him and smiled slightly.
He took a step forward suddenly.
In front of him was an empty stairwell!
Anton just fell straight down.
"Merlin's beard." Draco rushed over, grabbed the railing and looked down.
call out!
Anton's wizard robe danced, riding on the wind, flying upward like a rocket, and turned sharply before hitting another staircase.
Just like that, it was flying left and right on the stairs and patio, scaring the little wizards around them into screaming.
“Wuhu~~~”
The wizard robe flicked, changed direction in mid-air, and rushed into a stone corridor.
All the little wizards screamed in surprise. Professor Flitwick on the other staircase exclaimed, "What a great floating spell!"
If what drives magic is our inner desire.
Anton suddenly understood why he liked these magics.
Because all the fantasies about magic in his previous life, the movies, TV series, short videos, comics, games he played, etc., all created his fantasy about magic.
But not entirely.
After all, no matter what kind of media they are, they all render the most powerful ones full of violence, destruction, and destruction.
It seems that the picture of destroying a building will be cooler than destroying the door.
Anton doesn't think so. He has no longing for killing. He longs for freedom, longs for complexity and variety, and longs for everything interesting that he has never seen before.
This,
It is his will.
That is what a ray of sunshine represents.
"Maybe……"
Anton smiled slightly and stopped at the door of the classroom, "The cabin needs new products."
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! He suddenly had a great idea.
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This class is a Potions class, and Anton will be expecting a new look of Snape to appear in front of everyone.
Not long after, the students from Slytherin and Gryffindor arrived.
Snap.
Snap.
Snape walked in.
The black magic robe is still as loose as a big bat, and the hair is still half-long. Although it looks like it has been washed and has become much smoother, it still has the same gloomy look.
Everything seemed like nothing had changed.
Everything seemed to have quietly changed.
The originally empty eyes began to become vivid, with a hint of tranquility and a hint of depth, like a lake with an unclear bottom.
Not many young wizards can feel this change. This is a silent change, more subtle.
Anton picked it up and stared at his dean with interest.
He saw in Snape's soul the breath of a dead tree blooming into spring, with an inexplicable vitality. No, not the kind of vitality that flourished in summer, but the rustling commotion under the fallen leaves in autumn.
Obviously, after experiencing emotions, war, life and death, this 32-year-old man has settled into a bottle of old wine.
He may be mellow, but time has indeed taken away the youthful vitality.
"Anton once came to my office and asked me what the meaning of magic was."
Snape stared at all the little wizards, his gaze no longer had the sharp eyes of an eagle hunting, but the cold and gentle waves of water.
As if with magic, the eyes pass by,
All the little wizards who were still very excited in the atmosphere of yesterday's battle fell silent.
"I told him that magic means something different to everyone."
He turned around and waved his wand, and a magic potion recipe appeared on the blackboard, "Today we are going to learn a new potion, the Potion of True Knowledge."
"If the weak drink it, they will feel the things they fear most in life."
"If the brave drink it, they will know what changes they should make."
"If a fool drinks it, he will be lost in the guidance of magic."
"The wise drink it and they will understand the next path."
"The main ingredient of this potion..." Snape turned his head and looked into Harry's eyes, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, "It is the forget-me-not flower."