Laughter for three days and nights, 72 hours of laughter, 4320 minutes of laughter...
Crunch~~
The prison corridor where the laughter echoed was extremely quiet, so quiet that the laughter was like a ethereal voice-over, and so quiet that the sound of Anton pushing open the iron door of the cell became so harsh.
Anton walked slowly in the corridor in silence, and wherever he passed, even the sound of breathing stopped.
Finally, he came to Dolokhov's cell and looked at him silently with his head tilted.
There is only one last step left for the 'Happy Spine' magic item, which is to pull out the opponent's spine.
Anton had no psychological barriers to using this method to kill this guy.
Yu Qing, this person insulted him. If Anton did not use strong means to fight back, you can foresee what would happen next. You know, these people will eventually escape from Azkaban.
If nothing unexpected happens.
Yu Li, this kind of scum who takes pleasure in killing and has tortured countless Muggles and wizards to death, should be killed. His aunt Molly's two biological brothers were both killed by this guy, so
It's considered revenge.
It makes sense both emotionally and rationally.
Anton doesn't need to convince others, he only needs to convince his own heart.
However, Anton was kind-hearted and moved his fingers to separate this person's tickling curse from the thinking level and sneak into his subconscious.
To put it simply, it is to use a method similar to the forgetting spell to block the mind's use of memory.
The effect is very interesting. This person is not smiling, but he looks very happy and sunny, especially cheerful.
Awesome.
"I'll give you a chance to leave a last message. You can only say one sentence." Anton made a gesture of invitation, "Go ahead."
“Ho ho ho~~”
Dolokhov laughed again, but this time it had a more 'human' flavor. Before, he relied on invoking memory to guide magic to release a tickling spell of a certain frequency on him, so his laughter was a bit insincere.
He struggled to get up, stumbled, and fell to the ground again.
"Evil~~~~" His face was full of sternness. He gritted his teeth and struggled to get up again. His crooked body had an extremely strong and fierce look.
He rubbed his neck and glared at Anton, "..."
Well, the smart man finally determined that Anton could only let him say one sentence, so he raised his head with his cheeks twitching and stared at the sky, as if he could see something beautiful.
He laughed again, and with the last breath of his life, he roared, "For the victory of pure blood!"
Phew~
Countless soul black threads pierced into his body, so sharp, like sharp knives.
Blood flowed from the corners of his mouth.
Anton looked at him silently, staring.
He looked at it so seriously.
Finally, he smacked his mouth in displeasure and said, "Actually, I envy you very much..."
He murmured in a low voice, his voice echoing in the prison corridor, "You have an ideal in your heart and you can devote yourself to it. Death seems to have become a kind of glory for you."
but me……
Just a lunatic who doesn't know what to do.
Really, when you look at such a person, no matter whether he is good or evil, you can always see a tenacity that comes from life and a surge of vitality.
It seems that with ideals, life has meaning.
For the first time, Anton began to doubt the meaning of his so-called "traveler" ambition.
This kind of life doesn't seem so interesting.
He is just a passerby, not a participant.
Anton is not confused, he is just too busy these days. Without magic learning and experiments, he finds that his life seems to be meaningless.
Is this kind of life really what he wants?
It's not exciting at all.
If you put aside the aspect of superpowers, his current life seems to be no different from his previous life. In his previous life, he was always learning new IT knowledge, just to prevent himself from being eliminated due to age.
It's the same now, just to make myself stronger.
Of course, there is still a slight difference. In the previous life, it was for life, but now it is for fun.
However, people without ideals are destined to have empty souls.
Anton is like a rag bag whose heart can never be filled with happiness, and his heart is empty.
He smacked his mouth.
He chuckled.
"It's boring."
The black thread of the soul was twisted out of Dolohov's body with a silver light similar to the Patronus Charm, and turned into his arm again.
"Spare your life."
With a snap, Dolokhov fell to the ground, which was as soft as a puddle of mud.
Anton pursed his lips and walked towards his cell.
He lowered his head, thoughtfully.
"Hahahahaha..."
Behind him, Dolokhov's ugly laughter, filled with the joy of surviving a disaster, echoed lightly.
The Death Eaters on both sides of the corridor stood in front of the railings, watching everything in silence.
They have been imprisoned for more than ten years, and some are desperate. Now there is such a person who can take them out. It is false to say that there is no hope. No one likes to be imprisoned in Azkaban.
There are also people who have always been full of hope, longing for the Dark Lord to be resurrected and make a comeback as he said. As long as he survives until then, he will be free.
These people are now in despair.
There is a person in the prison who is more terrifying than the Dark Lord. If you offend the Dark Lord or disappoint the Dark Lord, you will die.
And this man was so moody that he would really die if he was not careful.
More terrifying than the Dark Lord.
Especially with such a powerful wandless spell, in this place where no one has a wand, there is no place to escape.
They looked at Dolokhov and felt sad that the rabbit had died and the fox had died. Who knew that they would not be the ones to die next.
If that time really comes, will he be controlled by magic and laugh for three days and three nights?
It's better to bite your tongue and kill yourself.
Can……
I have been gritting my teeth and persevering for more than ten years, but in the end I only had to bite my tongue? How can people be willing to do so?
Anton looked at these people with his peripheral vision. All living beings, regardless of camp, were warriors with firm will and pious hearts. He felt even worse in his heart.
I was outclassed by a bunch of rubbish...
"Ha ha ha ha……"
Dolokhov was still laughing, laughing so freely, his voice became distorted as he laughed.
"Do you think you are so powerful?"
"You're just a kid!"
"It doesn't matter if you have powerful magic. It doesn't matter if you have powerful magic. You don't have murderous intentions. You can't even kill people."
Anton blinked and slowly turned around.
Dolokhov's joking laughter still echoed in the corridor, so harsh.
"Hahaha, I've seen people like you a lot, and I've killed several of them. They were obviously stronger than me, but they died in my hands. Hahahaha..."
"You only deserve to kneel on the ground and beg me to let your family go, but look, haha, your son died in front of you, hey, your mother died in front of you."
"And then you just cried and begged me to stop..."
"Jiejiejie..."
"!!!" Anton's eyes narrowed completely and his gaze became cold.
He slowly took off his striped shirt, then took off his shoes, and handed them to Bella who was in prison next to him, "Hold it for me."