This kind of inexplicable problem, as a network keyboard master, Anton can solve it for three days and three nights without repeating it.
In order to confront others on the Internet about this topic, he spent a whole month sorting out all the posts that could be found on the Internet under the light of the spirit of leverage and perseverance, and figured out a topic by himself.
The power of self-justification.
From the Buddhist idea of reincarnation in the human world to suffering and repaying debts, to the 'world solipsism' extended from the 'law of attraction' mentioned in a certain best-selling book...
But the more he learned, the more Anton felt that there was only one answer to this kind of question.
That's right - nonsense.
Who am I? I am who I am, what else is there to say?
Where do I come from? This question is even more nonsense. Aren’t they all born from the mother’s womb?
Where am I going?
There is no answer to this question, except for those who are born with great ambitions. Everyone has their own path to take at every stage.
It is impossible for an ordinary mortal to have only one answer to this question. If he had to come up with an answer, it would definitely be some lofty argument that he did not believe in his heart, just to tell others.
.
Look, Anton is not confused.
But the magic doesn’t approve!
Damn your magic, why do you need your approval?
Under the huge hood of the wizard's robe, his long hair turned black for a while, then turned bright red for a while.
Anton's weird laughter came from the hat.
"The magic power doesn't recognize it?"
He gently pulled out the wand, pointed it at his head, "Crush the bones!"
The Soul Scalpel, he is so good at playing this thing now, it is absolutely useful for deceiving the will.
After all, he is just a researcher, not a master of philosophy.
Since the magic power doesn't recognize it, then he will figure out how to make the magic power recognize it!
"Don't you just want to know 'who am I?' Well, I'll give you some answers!"
The light of the curse twisted, and gradually incorporated a little bit of the flavor of the Confusion Curse. He was familiar with the Confusion Curse, too familiar.
Use the magic spell of the Confusion Spell to make small timed changes to your soul, which will be automatically unlocked when the time comes.
Gradually, the hair flowing under the hood of the wizard's robe stopped changing and completely settled in bright red.
"I am Anthony Weasley, a young wizard who survived the dark wizard Fiennes and lost his memory..."
Anthony waved his wand gently to deflect a spell from behind, turned his head, and stared coldly at a middle-aged wizard.
Oh, or rather, he was in his thirties, with madness in his eyes and sticking out his tongue from time to time.
"Quick imprisonment."
Ropes appeared out of thin air and swept towards Anton.
It's just that Anthony's shadow seemed to flicker, and all the ropes failed to restrain his body, and the restraint failed.
Anthony tilted his head and looked at the wizard, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, "What I desire most is to save and cure my family, the family I finally got."
The wizard looked at him in disbelief, as if he had seen something outrageous, and waved his wand again in confusion.
"Quick imprisonment."
However, the light of the curse seemed to just penetrate the shadow, and the rope rolled around and disappeared.
"But my experiment has reached a deadlock. The magic of comedy actually requires me to find out who I am?" Anthony sneered and said to himself, "Since there is no way to find a solution within myself, I have to get some experimental materials.
Bar."
Gently raising the wand, Anthony grinned, "I think you're pretty good."
The curse struck again, "There are many obstacles!" Anthony's feet turned into a swamp.
However, the wizard watched in shock as Anthony seemed to be floating on the swamp, walking straight towards him, and kept saying inexplicably, "A dark wizard like you, an evil and cruel Death Eater"
, there is absolutely no psychological burden when using it.”
"Quack quack~"
Gently pointing the wand at him, Anton whispered a few words, "Heart-breaking!"
"Ah~~~" The wizard lay down on the ground and let out a shrill scream, his whole body twisting crazily.
"Oh haha~" Anthony whistled, walked slowly in front of him, and stared down at the guy, "Come with me to do an experiment, honey."
"!!!"
The wizard twitched and floated up, followed Anthony, and headed straight towards the hut.
…
Anthony rubbed his hands and hummed while preparing various experimental items.
First there was the wizard, who tore off his wand, shredded his sleeve, and let a rope charm lift his arm.
Sure enough, there was a Dark Mark on his forearm, and he was a Death Eater.
Not every one of Voldemort's men has the Dark Mark, and not everyone can call themselves a Death Eater. For example, the former werewolf leader Fenrir Greyback, this powerful werewolf was not recognized by Voldemort, and he was not even a Death Eater.
He won't be given the Dark Mark.
Of course, there are also rune snakes. Let the Elephant Vine randomly pull out ten of them from the snake cave.
"?" Anton frowned and looked at the Elephant-eating Vine, "Why are there only nine?"
The vine obediently rubbed Anton's palm, as if coquettishly, conveying the message to him.
"No more? Consumed so quickly?"
"Just nine." Anton frowned and glanced at the rune snakes, "Then just use them sparingly."
There are also various potion materials, such as a rhizome of mandrake provided by Professor Sprout. Anton cut it in half, half of which was used as a potion material, and the other half was used to extract the black thread.
"Separation of flesh and blood!"
A strange, twisting black thread floated into the test tube, which was capped with a cork.
"Where to start?"
Anton looked at the Death Eater with a smile, his eyes lit up, he raised his finger and nodded, "Yes, one finger."
"The Divine Edge is Shadowless!"
The curse light lit up, the Death Eater let out a shrill scream, and one of his fingers was cut off.
"Shh!"
Anton raised his finger to his mouth to signal him to be quiet.
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A rope was wrapped around the Death Eater's head, tightly binding his mandible to his skull, and then rolled around his mouth several times to completely seal his mouth.
"Next, it's time to witness the miracle!"
Anton smiled and raised his hands, waving his wand as if playing a symphony.
The potion flew into the crucible by itself, the flames rose, and the black thread of mandrake in the test tube floated and was connected to the wound on the Death Eater's palm. Another rune snake floated over and was connected to the other end of the black thread.
The Death Eater twitched violently, as if he felt something strange, and his eyes widened.
The potion finally boiled completely, and the liquid floated into the air, completely covering his palms, black lines, and runic snakes.
"If I'm not wrong, you will have a brand new Animagus."
"Transfiguration is actually not that difficult, right?"
"It's just information replacement."
"General transfiguration is to use the information in our memory to give a substitute information to the cursed object. Animagus is to obtain animal information from nature and replace it. Wolfsbane Curse is to use werewolf information to replace it."
"Look, how simple it is."
The notepad flew into the air, and ballpoint pens of various colors quickly memorized all the patterns and records seen by Anton's magic eyes.
"What a perfect change." Anthony marveled as if looking at a work of art.
"Praise to the ancient wizards for their pioneering research on the Animagus and Wolfsbane, making all research traceable."
"Praise to Professor Dumbledore, it was his cross-species transfiguration that pointed the way for me."
"Praise to the dark wizard Alex Fiennes, who gave me a sufficient and complete theoretical basis."
"In praise of Anthony Weasley, I will improve the Wolfsbane Curse and let people switch between werewolves and wizards at will."
"Oh, and you, cute experimental subject."
Anton snapped his fingers to make the rope on the Death Eater's head disappear, "I decided to record your name in the experimental data to reward your contribution to this great experiment. What is your name?"
The Death Eater smiled mockingly, "Barty Crouch Jr."
"What a great name." Anthony smiled and picked up a ballpoint pen to write down his name on the notepad himself.
Little Barty watched in horror as strange snake scales began to grow on his palms, and looked at Anthony with some despair.
"who are you?"
"I told you, I..." Anthony was suddenly stunned. He raised his head and looked at Barty Jr. blankly, "Who am I?"
"I……"
There was a black mist in his eyes, and blue lightning surged.
Grindelwald's Eye Curse.
Anthony quickly came to the depths of his soul, frowned and looked at the light of the curse wrapped around him, with a look of disgust on his face, "Confusion spell?"
"Huh? Is this what I released for myself?"
Wave your wand to remove the confusion spell.
Anton looked at little Barty silently, looked at his hands, and sighed quietly, "It turns out that if Anton is lost, Anthony will be nothing more than a dark wizard similar to Fiennes."
He turned to look at the huge floor-to-ceiling mirror in the corner, looked at his own figure, and pursed his lips, "Maybe without Anthony, I am the real me, the real me, instead of going through all these messy things.
And I have quietly changed."
then.
He gently put the wand against his head and said, "Heart-breaking!"
The soul scalpel once again cooperated with the confusion spell and made a timed confusion spell for himself. He planned to see the changes.
"!!!" Little Barty stared at this scene with wide eyes and disbelief.
He felt that he was already crazy enough, and he felt that his master was even crazier than him, but now, he saw someone even crazier.
Someone would actually cast the Cruciatus Curse on him!
this person……
It's a mental illness!
He slowly lowered the hood of the wizard's robe, revealing an Asian face with black hair. He smiled at little Barty with a gentle expression, "My name is Anton."
"!!!"
"You...who the hell are you!"
"?" Anton was stunned for a moment and scratched his head in embarrassment, "Sorry, I'm used to my native language and forgot to speak English. My name is Anton."