Everyone has a scale in their heart. Some people are obsessed with right and wrong, justice and evil, and some people only care about closeness and distance.
Obviously, Anton is the latter.
People who care can still step forward bravely without hesitation, even if they know they will die.
Those who don’t care that much, hehe, those who don’t care that much, needless to say.
For Anton, with these people at the scene, unless someone hurt Anna, it would be difficult to arouse his murderous intention.
This matter has obviously involved the Ministry of Magic, and even deeper institutions. These institutions seemed to be merged together when the Ministry of Magic was formed, but in fact the Ministry of Magic itself does not have much influence, such as the management of the Wizengamot
Agencies, such as the Department of Mysteries.
Since no one he cared about was affected, he didn't have the interest to kill these silent people and then find a way to destroy the corpses and eliminate traces.
As the matter involves the Dursleys, it would be most appropriate to leave it to Dumbledore to deal with the Department of Mysteries.
That's the attitude.
So as they apparated here from the shuttle channel, the lighting spell and the tickling spell were lifted.
These two curses have been deduced by Anton to the soul level. If they really exert their power, they will not be as simple as temporary injuries such as blindness and incontinence.
It is enough to prevent interference with the Apparition. If it really makes these people blind or incontinent, then the hatred will be really great.
Anton looked up with interest and watched the two young witches from the two witch tribes floating in the sky, and raised his eyebrows, "This is not a floating spell!"
Several silent people not far away looked at each other. Mrs. Ander gritted her teeth and stepped forward, "Yes, Mr. Weasley."
"Just call me Anton."
Anton said something casually, and one eye turned into a colorful vortex, and the other eye turned into azure, with mist and lightning surging vaguely.
"What a magical transformation!"
Wizards are gods, and magic moves at will.
Each intelligent creature observes the world from a different angle and thinks in a different direction. Under the influence of magic, the magic it performs will vary greatly.
An ordinary 'iron armor spell', in Grindelwald's eyes, is a fire shield (gas stove).
An ordinary 'fire spell', in Dumbledore's eyes, is the God of Fire clearing the way.
Of course, the vision of intelligent beings is one thing, and education is another. In the subject of Transfiguration, Professor Dumbledore has brought a lot of influence to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Everyone is pretty much on the same page.
direction.
And the transformation technique of Mrs. Ander in front of her is almost completely useless.
Her transformation technique is filled with countless horizontal and vertical slender lights.
Crisscross.
It's like extremely thin fibers intertwined to create a shape.
To use a not-so-appropriate description, the Transfiguration of Dumbledore's school is more of natural beauty, while Mrs. Ender's Transfiguration is more of man-made, or industrial beauty.
Anton gently raised his wand, put it against the air in front of the two fighting witches, and waved it slowly as if it was touching something.
Bang~
There was a dull blast in the air.
It was as if the whole world collapsed, and countless air squeezed towards the two witches, strangling them until their entire bodies were stretched straight and their clothes were tight.
Seeing the two witches' faces turning red, Anton smiled sheepishly and waved his wand to put them down.
"I originally planned to follow your method and push them forward."
Anton was a little helpless, "It seems I failed."
Mrs. Ander really couldn't understand Mr. Weasley's brain circuit. According to the current situation, shouldn't he intend to kill them and then have them run away frantically for their lives? Or release the strongest magic to each other and fight each other?
Why does Mao look like he is studying magic?
What on earth are you here for?
As if feeling her doubtful mood, Anton turned his head, no longer observing the two witches, and looked at Mrs. Ander with a smile, "I want to take them away, do you have any objection?"
His tone was as calm as if he was borrowing a lighter - Old man, pass on the lighter.
"!!!"
Mrs. Ander's expression changed. She clenched the wand so hard that her nails dug into her flesh, but she couldn't muster the courage to release the spell.
"You can't do this..."
She said feebly, "Penny is our experimental subject, and we spent a huge price on her..."
"Oh..." Anton nodded regretfully and took out his wand, "It seems that the negotiation is not possible."
"No, no, no!" Mrs. Ande took a step back in a panic, her lips trembling, and she looked at Anton helplessly, "We were originally going to let them go."
"?" Anton was stunned for a moment, "I seem to see you arresting them."
Mrs. Ander looked back at her companions, and saw that no one dared to stand up and face this terrible wizard with her. She couldn't help but feel a little frustrated, "Yes, Mr. Weasley, we have been deliberately creating opportunities for them to escape.
In order for these two fighting witches to send the experimental subjects to the witch tribe."
"We exchanged the heart between a combat witch and the experimental subject. Without the complete sacrificial ceremony of the witch tribe, the experimental subject will die."
"At that time, we can exchange the nine combat witches we captured with the witch tribe for experimental subjects."
"But we didn't expect that no matter how desperate they were, they just wouldn't come back to Birmingham."
Anton raised his eyebrows and looked back at Megan and the young witch.
Megan sneered, "We no longer have anything to do with the witch tribe. I didn't expect you to have this idea!"
Facts have proved that weak wizards are almost like ants in front of strong ones.
Mrs. Ander directly ignored Megan and just looked at Anton seriously, "If you want to take them away, we don't mind. At worst, we will send the fighting witch with the experimental subject's heart back to the witch tribe. Although it can't be used as a
It’s a comparison, but the effect is the same.”
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Anton couldn't help but think of the experiments during this period, and walked up to the Dursleys with some curiosity, looking at Petunia who was shaking in Vernon's arms.
Under the vision of the magic eyes, Penny's soul took on a very strange appearance.
Half of it is a human-shaped color block, and the other half is severely torn. It is covered with dense dark green cracks, vaguely forming an incomplete bear pattern.
"Big white bear?"
"Yes." Mrs. Ade followed behind and looked at Anton cautiously, "This is the witch tribe, which was originally a Colosseum beast transformation expert worshiped by the king. They are a fusion team that specializes in how to use the abilities of magical animals.
The Blood School. After the fall of the kingdom, this school was affected by the war. Only the last witch left took the experimental subject, a bear-headed man, to wander to northern England to establish a tribe."
"This witch used evil rituals to swallow the essence of the bear-headed man, and completely possessed the abilities of the bear-headed man."
"This ritual put a terrible curse on her."
"In the sun, she can't help but turn into a big white bear."
"This ancient witch lived in isolation, only appeared late at night, fell in love with a Muggle prince, and eventually gave birth to a daughter."
"When she gave birth to her daughter, the Muggle prince magically turned into a big white bear."
Seeing that Anton was listening to her story with great interest, Mrs. Ander put her arms behind her back and let her companion leave first, and continued to talk incessantly.
"Her daughter's condition has improved and she only turns into a big white bear on her birthday every year."
"Oh my God!" Megan exclaimed, looked at each other and the young witch beside her, and said in unison, "Birthday Slumber Day!"
Seeing Anton looking over, Megan glanced at Mrs. Ande in disbelief, and then looked at Anton, "Our witch tribe has regulations that pure girls need to be locked in the cellar to sleep on every birthday. I have never been able to
Understand why this is the case!”
Mrs. Ander ignored the ant's cry and continued to tell Anton, "That era was different from ours. It was normal for powerful female slave owners to own many male slaves. The original witch tribe had a total of 17 daughters.
A big white bear and 17 daughters, this is also the beginning of the complete formation of the witch tribe."
"According to the early information of our silent people, this should be the magical animal bloodline suppressing the witch's bloodline. Through the sacrificial magic that breeds life, the unbalanced animal bloodline is passed on to the spouse, completely stabilizing the witch's bloodline."
Anton rubbed his chin, thoughtfully, "Is it similar to the contract magic of sharing joys and sorrows?"
Mrs. Ander's expression flashed, and she pursed her lips, "I have no authority to reveal more in-depth information. You know, the contract magic of the Ministry of Magic will automatically prohibit us from telling these contents."
Anton nodded, "Okay, thank you for the information. Still the same question, I want to take them away, do you agree?"
Mrs. Ander did not speak, but just performed the ancient wizard etiquette, which means "obeying the will of the strong", slowly stepped back, turned around and waved the other silent people to leave.
"do not go!"
Megan screamed anxiously. Seeing that no one paid attention to her, she couldn't help but look at Anton in panic, "Please save my sister!"
She saw that Anton was just standing there thinking about things and ignoring her request. His face was tangled for a while, then he gritted his teeth and knelt down.
"Please save my sisters!"
"As long as you rescue them, I...I will follow you to the death!"
Anton was stunned for a moment and looked down at her, "What?"
"I know..." Megan gritted her teeth, "You traditional wizards are still living in the Middle Ages, right? As long as you rescue my sisters, I... I... I can become your slave girl!"
Tears welled up in her eyes, "It's all my fault for taking them out of the tribe for the sake of so-called freedom, but they were left without enough food and clothing to keep them warm, and they had to be arrested for experiments..."
The young witch next to Megan also knelt down, looked at Anton's handsome face, and swallowed, "Me too!"