"I am very afraid of death, idol." Anton smiled lightly and wiped the water droplets on the wand, "I have always lived such a difficult life, and I may be killed by a curse at any time."
"So I discovered that if this person really wants to live a good life, he must forget about life and death."
Anton shrugged helplessly, "It's very contradictory, isn't it?"
"So." Anton raised his magic wand, "I can only do what I want to do without fear of life or death!"
"Snape! Let's duel!"
"Today, either you die or I die!"
This was the second time Snape heard this from Anton's mouth. Different emotions, but the same freedom and wildness.
So, he waved his wand lightly and performed the etiquette of a wizard's duel.
"I originally admired your talent in Potions and looked forward to the day when you would enter Hogwarts and become my student. What a pity."
"The Divine Edge is Shadowless!"
"Armor protection!" Anton quickly arranged a defensive shield on his body, waved his wrist very quickly, "Return the soul!"
call out!
The light of the curse pierced the sky, penetrated Snape's sleeves and flew into the distance.
"Ah~~~~"
A shrill roar.
The magic wand in Anton's hand fell, and he grabbed his head with both hands. The successful release of the 'Dislocated Soul Curse' made him feel as if his whole head was about to be split open.
He had cast too many Iron Armor Curses and was in unbearable pain, but now he overloaded and released the 'Dislocated Soul Curse'. The feeling was even more uncomfortable than when the old wizard cast the Cruciatus Curse on himself.
The whole person seemed to have been hollowed out.
The pain spreads from the depths of the soul, and I want to scratch but don't know where to scratch.
"It's very profound..." Snape raised his sleeves in disbelief, "Dark magic!"
He looked at this child who was less than ten years old in astonishment. It was the first time he had ever seen such an amazing talent.
Ten years old!
Even if they are from pure-blood families, many of them have not yet awakened their magic power.
He was even sure that most of the young wizards who graduated from Hogwarts could not cast such a level of magic!
And still...
dark magic!
Snape raised the corner of his mouth slightly, "Then I'll give you another chance."
His figure flew again, bypassing Anton in an instant, waving his wand and pointing at the werewolf, "The divine blade has no trace!"
"Armor protection!"
His spell was deflected again.
An extremely weak voice came from beside him.
Snape turned his head in surprise.
I saw Anton lying on the broomstick, holding a magic wand in his hand, breathing feebly and smiling.
Blood flowed from both his ears.
Blood flowed from his eyes.
Blood flowed from his nostrils.
Blood flowed from the corners of his mouth.
But he just smiled, and his smile was extremely bright.
"Aha! Snape, idol, you didn't expect that I also have a wand!" Anton's face was as pale as a death, with a proud smile and a playful eyebrow raised.
Snape frowned, "Does it have to go to this point? Just to protect such a werewolf?"
Anton smiled weakly, "That's a person, one, not one. Idol, your Chinese is not good enough."
Snape smiled. This was the first time Anton saw this oily man smile, "You have won my respect."
"That's right." Anton chuckled, "Someone praised me as a charming person!"
"Is it……"
"Collapse!"
This charming little wizard rolled his eyes and fell from the broomstick in an inconspicuous manner. However, his stomach was tied with a rope and he was suspended in mid-air by the broomstick. He looked particularly funny.
"Here comes the wand." The wand that had fallen halfway and the wand floating on the sea flew and fell into Snape's hand.
"Oh, I really hid an extra one. How cunning."
Snape sneered, inserted two wands into Anton's hair casually, took out a bottle of potion from the wizard's robe, and poured it into Anton's mouth.
He pursed his lips, glanced at Anton, and then at the werewolf howling on the small island...
The sleeves of the wizard's robe flicked.
There was a loud bang and disappeared in place.
…
…
…
The sun is shining and the sea breeze is blowing.
A cold feeling ran down his face, and an anxious voice called in his ear, "Little bastard? Little bastard?"
"Don't make any noise." Anton waved his arms as if to ward off flies and scratched his belly.
"Little bastard?" the voice continued.
"It's so noisy!" Anton muttered irritably.
Then, the voice suddenly became very loud, close to the ears, and shouted loudly: "Why don't you sleep? You will have plenty of time to sleep after you die!"
Anton suddenly woke up and opened his eyes, "Teacher, I was wrong, I will never..."
"Quack, quack, quack." The old wizard pointed at Anton with his left hand, and let out a weird laugh with his head held in his right hand, "Your habit is very interesting."
"MMP!" Anton looked around unhappily. It was calm and everything was peaceful.
Only the rope tied to the broomstick floating in mid-air made my stomach hurt.
He struggled to climb onto the broomstick, pulled away the rope, and pulled the wand out of his hair. He was stunned, and suddenly exclaimed, "Lupin!"
The broomstick turned around and swooped down.
Lupine leaned against a broken piece of machinery with a pale face, looking at him tenderly, "I was saved by you again."
Anton looked strange, "I originally planned to find you as a bodyguard and teacher."
Lu Ping smiled and said, "When I get better, I will be your bodyguard."
Seeing that Lupine was fine, Anton quickly raised the broom again and looked at the old wizard, "Where are Anna and Pedro?"
"Floating on the sea." The old wizard shrugged his headless shoulders, "It's a pity that my stupid teacher is not dead."
"..."
A huge wooden board was floating on the sea. Pedro was lying with his eyes closed. Anna hugged the suitcase tightly and sat aside. She saw Anton descending on a broomstick through the white clouds.
"Anton!" Anna shouted in surprise, threw away her suitcase and rushed forward.
She hugged him hard and said, "Great, you're okay!"
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As he said that, he couldn't help but kiss Anton's cheek again.
Then she reacted, ran back a little shyly, picked up the suitcase and covered her face, only revealing her big eyes and peeking at him.
Anton was stunned, touched his slightly wet cheek, and saw the old wizard's strange teasing smile.
He looked at Anna's delicate face, took a deep breath, and secretly warned himself that he must not smelt copper.
Smelting copper is a shame.
So he smiled brightly and looked at Anna, "I think we can become good friends."
Anna blinked her big eyes, "Good friend?"
She smiled sweetly and nodded vigorously, "Okay, you will be my best friend."
Anton then breathed a sigh of relief. Look, he was overthinking it.
So he also laughed.
Laughter resounded on the sea, and the two people who survived the disaster laughed loudly and spread far.
However, Anton soon stopped laughing.
When he used his broomstick to pull the big wooden board back to the small island, he looked at the desolate ruins and felt his hungry belly...
"Ana, it seems that no one can live here anymore. How about we go to your house to rest for a while? You see, Pedro is your father's good friend."
Anna shook her head, "It's possible, but I don't know how to go back. Several family estates I know are covered by powerful magic. You can only teleport in through special spells. My father is out again."
Anton blinked, "How long will it take for him to come back?"
"Half a year?"
"So long!" Anton gasped, "He just left you here like this?"
Anna seemed a little frustrated, and gently moved a small stone with her toes, "Anna has a very strange disease. My father has been trying to cure me. He is running around and often can't see me several times a year."
"
Blood cursed orcs!
Anton thought of this instantly and sighed.
After a moment of silence, he looked at the sky and the earth blankly, not knowing where to go next.
I wonder why he is always troubled by this problem!