"There are always some idiots who think that black magic is a shortcut." Anton sneered, "In ancient times, during witch hunts, Muggles said that wizards 'cater to the pleasure of the devil and gain evil power.' Although this statement is somewhat problematic,
But it’s actually right.”
"It's just that this demon is actually our own heart."
"When we borrow money from this demon, we can easily control some powerful magic."
"But at the same time, the devil also wants to collect debts from us. What countless myths and stories have told us about its demands is our souls."
Anton walked leisurely on the disk, shaking the wand in his hand.
"The only thing you are wrong about is that mythology always says that the devil will take away our souls only after the wizard dies."
"This is wrong. As long as you borrow power from the devil, you have already begun the process of repaying the debt, every moment. Until a certain critical point, your soul will be completely taken away by the devil."
"To put it simply, the negative emotions in your hearts will completely swallow up the positive emotions, and you will become incomplete people. The incompleteness of the soul will make you stronger, and it will also turn you into beasts."
The corners of Anton's lips curled up slightly, "I know, some of you will think so..."
"I'm happy. I just want to become stronger. If I become a beast, I will become a beast. This world is originally a world where individuals cannibalize people."
He spread his hands and shrugged, "It's a good idea, but..."
Anton laughed loudly.
"But... haha... it's none of my business!"
"I'm here to transform black wizards and turn everyone into white wizards, that's all."
"So……"
Anton licked the corners of his mouth, raised his arm gracefully, and raised his wand high.
"First let me let you know what kind of punishment there will be if you don't want to become a white wizard. Maybe then you will tell yourselves that you are forced. Look, what a great step."
A huge figure in a black wizard's robe appeared behind Anton. The loose wizard's robe was fluttering with the strong wind, and he raised his fingers along with Anton.
"Twisted Prison!"
Endless mist gushes out from the tip of the wand and spreads in all directions.
It permeated the round platform, floated in the dark space, poured into the gaps in the railings, and covered every prison.
The dementors floating in the sky seemed to feel the scent of the cursed light, and flew down like crazy, swaying in the mist.
"I..."
"I'm not here to treat guests to dinner..."
Anton's eyes glowed with magic, he tilted his head and stared at every soul that seemed to be in front of him.
He was too familiar with the Cruciatus Curse.
I have long been familiar with using it as a soul scalpel.
Now, with such a "twisted prison" deduced to a higher level by Neville, why shouldn't Anton be happy to see Hunter? He used this more magical "soul scalpel" to carefully observe every one.
Souls affected by black magic try to find the subtle connection.
…
The task tonight is for the prisoners to work together with Anton to find a way to completely escape the influence of black magic.
The effect was remarkable. Anton collected too much material, which required him to conduct detailed research.
So he very gently asked these exhausted research partners to go back to their original cells to rest, and with dedication, he chose to continue working overtime after returning home.
Returning to my home in Hogsmeade, I ate the family dinner prepared by Aunt Yinsa and Aunt Nagini, drank the digestive fruit tea made by Anna, and lay lazily on the small sofa in the hall, watching
A few ladies turned on the TV series on time.
The next morning, Anton carried his painting box briskly and came to an art training institution in Paris, France.