Anton sat on his broomstick and looked blankly at the sea.
The old wizard floated aside, very helpless, "Three days of high-speed flight, if it were me riding the broom, I would have traveled back and forth several times to the islands, not to mention France."
Anton silently watched the tide of the sea lapping at the beach, his face full of sadness.
"You are just a road idiot." The old wizard became more and more angry as he spoke, "Do you know how difficult it is for a ghost like me to keep up with your broomstick? Is this how you treat your teacher?"
"hehe."
Anton sneered, "You're talking as if you're not a road idiot. If you knew how to get there, you would have told me long ago!"
Silence, wordless silence.
One large and one small, silently listening to the sound of the waves, speechless.
"Aren't you proud that you have a lot of life experience? Think about it quickly, what should we do?"
The head in the old wizard's hand showed a hint of bitterness, "I seem to be gradually adapting to the ghost state, and the additional benefits brought by the 'Crack Curse' that I studied before are gradually being wiped out."
Anton turned to look at him in shock, "What do you mean?"
"I have become unable to think, and only the instinct of memory is left. In other words, if you show me potions knowledge that I have never seen before, no matter how simple it is, I will not be able to understand it." The old wizard sighed.
"Memory is like a list with unclear edges. If I want to remember something, I need to search through the list bit by bit."
"My apprentice, I feel that my will is slowly dissipating, and in the end only a bunch of memories will be left."
Anton looked at him with a complicated expression.
This feeling makes me feel hopeless just thinking about it.
"The first lesson the teacher gives you, don't be smart." The old wizard looked at Anton, with too many emotions in his eyes.
"I created my own 'Wizard's Eye' potion, with which I can see another side of magic that no wizard in the world can see."
"Based on this, I created the 'Crack Spell', which is a trace on the soul. Do you still remember the magic mark on your wrist before? The runes on it are 'Happiness', 'Angry' and '
The meaning of mourning. Emotions and will are the manifestation of the soul and the basis for casting magic spells."
The old wizard held his head with one hand, stretched the other hand forward, and gently moved his translucent fingers towards the sun in his field of vision.
"I touched the reality of magic."
"So I prepared for death early and made a body for myself to use as the residence of my soul."
"such a pity……"
"Even if you didn't destroy it at that time, my will will gradually be smoothed out."
"This is a ghost, haha, it turns out this is a ghost."
The old wizard turned around and looked at Anton, "Ghosts are the traces of life on this world, and my will is just the dust attached to the traces, but the wind here is too strong."
"If only when I died, I could move forward and enter the world of the dead..."
He chuckled, "If I didn't act so smart, maybe I would have really entered a new life."
Anton lowered his broomstick and stood on the beach.
This kind of topic was too heavy, as if he were looking at an old man who was in his dying years, helplessly watching him slowly walk towards death step by step.
This has nothing to do with his hatred for the old wizard mixed with inexplicable and complicated senses, it is only about death.
I feel very uncomfortable.
"If one day my will completely dissipates, it will be a real ghost, and that ghost is no longer me." The old wizard was still nagging in his ears, "I will leave you far away before I completely dissipate, and I will stay far away from you."
There’s everyone I know.”
"I actually have a very good face. I don't want the people I know to look at me with the look of 'he is a coward who dare not go to death bravely, so he has become the virtuous person he is now'. I...
…”
"That's enough!" Anton roared angrily.
He stared at the old wizard coldly, "You are indeed a coward. I am different from you. I have seen fate and death, but I dare to fight, but you are just passively waiting for death!"
"Do you know what I would do if I were you?" Anton's eyes were full of fire, "I will do everything possible to survive. If the world wants to erase my will, I will find a way to fight."
The old wizard just sighed, "It's useless."
"Is it really useless?" Anton's eyes were bright, "You relied on that 'crack spell' to create an unprecedented body for the ghost. You relied on it to preserve your own will, right?
?”
The old wizard looked at him blankly, "So what?"
"Teach me, teach me everything without reservation, I will study it, I will use the 'Crack Spell' to find a way to help you maintain your will, and even make you a new body." Anton looked at him.
Look at him carefully.
The old wizard was silent, and he smiled sadly, "You little bastard, I don't know you yet, you are the best at lying, and you want to learn my spell."
Anton sneered, "Is it necessary? When you completely become a real ghost, it will be much easier to cheat. As long as the memory is still there, wouldn't it be easier for me to learn?"
The old wizard's face turned serious. He looked at the young man who was glowing white in the sunlight and said with emotion, "You are a charming person."
"It wasn't like that before." Anton looked at the sea level in the distance, "What a mediocre social beast he was before."
…
The old wizard finally found the answer in the long list of memories.
"Owl, this magical creature has unique magic power. You only need to give it an address, and it can fly there. Then you can follow behind on a broomstick."
Anton shook his head, "No, we can't find a place to buy owls now."
"Knight Bus, if you encounter difficulties, raise your magic wand and they will appear in front of you with a bang."
Anton still shook his head, "Don't you think I haven't thought about it? But we have been flying for three days. Every day of flying is an additional day of sunk cost. Now I am asked to find the Knight Bus, and I will not accept it!"
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The old wizard snapped his fingers, although there was no sound.
"Create your own spell."
"???" Anton looked at the old wizard in shock, "You're too outrageous, otherwise I'd better call the Knight Bus."
"No, no, no, this is a very interesting experiment. I have done it before."
"First you need a manifestation spell." The old wizard corrected Anton's spell-casting techniques and pronunciation little by little.
This spell is extremely simple. It takes almost less than a minute for Anton to release it, and it doesn't even require any emotions or thoughts.
Basically, you use a wand to draw a bright arrow in the air.
"Then what?"
"Dispel it and release another one. At this time, you have to think about that address in your heart, and then command the arrow to tell you how to go."
The corner of Anton's mouth twitched, "God damn ordered this arrow to move on its own. I also want to order it to turn into a golden galleon."
"Why not?"
"???"
"Why can't you order it to turn into Galleons?"
"Haha, you didn't have a brain problem after becoming a ghost, did you? Do you think you are a god?"
The old wizard's eyes were full of wisdom, "Remember, releasing magic requires emotion. This is just an appearance. Fundamentally, what is needed is the wizard's will."
"I dare say that even an extremely good wizard may not be able to say this."
"Remember, wizards are gods."
"As a god, command your magic power, command this world, tell it, tell everything, obey your instructions and comply with your requirements."
Anton gave a thumbs up, "Domineering!"
The old wizard smiled, "Try?"
"Just give it a try, if there's anything you dare not do."
So, they stayed at this beach for another three days. On the penultimate day, Anton had finished all the food he had brought with him.
But he still didn't feel hungry, he just kept waving his wand.
Until a certain moment, the light arrow in mid-air turned crazily and stopped in the direction of 11 o'clock.
"Wow hahahahaha, I succeeded." Anton jumped up and down with excitement.
"Really? Right!" The old wizard laughed beside him, clearly feeling the process of life dissipating. He looked at a person who continued his research, and suddenly felt that he was not completely alive after death.
The feeling that this world has disappeared.
Although it was a little bastard who killed him.
"You are simply a treasure!" Anton's exclamation made him even more excited.
"That's right." The old wizard puffed up his headless chest proudly, "You little bastard, just for this class, I deserve you to call me teacher."
"You must remember this law. Wizards are gods. This is the foundation of all my research."
Anton couldn't agree more. It seems like it's just a simple cast to make a cursor point automatically, but only by doing it can you feel that wonderful sense of control.
Judging from the Harry Potter fan novels he has read, most of the wizards in this world are still at the level of casting spells, and there are very few who can study and have their own theory.
"If you were not a dark wizard, your reputation would not be lower than Snape's."
"Really?" the old wizard murmured, and finally sneered, "Although I hate my cold-blooded teacher, if he hadn't led me on the path of a dark wizard, I wouldn't have been able to study in potions and magic.
The curse has such results."
"Little bastard, I know what you think of me, quack, quack, because I have a bastard teacher just like you."
Anton shrugged, "Yes, if you are still alive, I will still find a way to kill you."
"Quack, quack." The old wizard laughed so hard that his head shook in his hands, "It's really interesting."
"Then you will see my teacher soon."
"???" Anton was stunned, "Isn't your teacher dead?"
The old wizard didn't answer, but had a mysterious smile on his face, "Kill me with the 'Fire Liquid' I researched. The teacher is still so annoying."