742 Time magic backwards (5): Become a potion master
"The Dark Lord is defeated!"
Some people shouted, raised their hands in the air, knelt on the ground like crazy, looked up at the sky, their eyes filled with tears.
No one knows whether he is happy or sad.
But no one will care.
Because the streets are full of people like this!
Regardless of love or hate, the Dark Lord's raging for more than twenty years has finally dissipated like smoke.
At this time, the Death Eaters were being tried at the Ministry of Magic.
No longer will anyone shout 'Dark Lord' without Death Eaters apparating to their side, casting a death curse on themselves, or severely torturing anyone who dares to call him the Dark Lord.
Not to mention the name Voldemort.
Of course, compared to other places, Knockturn Alley, which is full of dark wizards, is more complicated. Sometimes it is really difficult to tell whether these people crying are mourning the hurt they have suffered in the past few decades, or whether they are desperate for the Dark Lord.
The destruction of illusions brought about by failure.
"Hey, Alex!" nodded and smiled.
"Hey, Mr. Fiennes!" nodded and smiled.
"Hello, teacher!" Fiennes glanced sharply at the potion ingredients in the basket in the hand of student Anthony Weiss, and nodded, "Very good, there was no mistake this time."
But he won't praise the child.
It's useless. This will only make these stupid students get carried away. After all, he has seen too many.
After all, magic is extremely dangerous. If you are a little negligent, you may even end the game yourself. He has been implicated enough by these idiots.
Continue walking towards Knockturn Alley, and a brightly lit alley entrance appears in front of you.
Exiting from this alley is Diagon Alley.
Fiennes stood at the entrance of the alley, letting himself be submerged in the darkness of Knockturn Alley, looking at the ray of sunlight with open eyes.
How long has it been since he came to Diagon Alley?
Five years?
ten years?
Oh, everything has been too long ago, so long ago that he can't even remember his original intention.
Original intention?
He slowly looked up and saw on the wall of the diagonal alley opposite, an Auror was posting the Ministry of Magic's verdict against some Death Eaters.
he looks like……
I really survived until Voldemort died!
very nice!
so good!
He almost cried!
Fiennes felt the moisture at the corners of his eyes and slowly stretched out his hand to wipe it. Suddenly he saw the wrinkled and old back of his hand in a daze.
All of this was so long ago that he even forgot that he was a time traveler.
right!
He is a time traveler!
It's a pity that his status as a time traveler can't bring him anything. He is still an ordinary social beast, a mediocre ordinary person.
At the beginning of his time travel, Dumbledore was fighting Grindelwald to death, and the whole world was in chaos.
At that time, he was the apprentice of an old goblin that was hundreds of years old. The old goblin seemed to hate human wizards, and it was very difficult to learn magic spells from it.
Every time, you have to complete some difficult tasks to get a little bit of knowledge from the old goblin.
Although it is difficult, it is better than running up to Dumbledore, who has Legilimency, as a time traveler, and begging him to let him enter Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and then become Voldemort's classmate.
Stay alive!
Survive!
This is his life plan for himself.
Although he does not have the ambition of a time traveler, he is extremely rational.
Fiennes reached into the deep pocket of the wizard's robe, gently grabbed a broken Golden Snitch, and pursed his lips.
He looked up at the bright and sunny sky above Diagon Alley, then looked down at the Golden Snitch with a complicated expression.
"You brought me here, and I seem to have let you down."
I failed to live up to my pride as a time traveler.
He survived the ravages of Grindelwald, survived the ravages of Voldemort, survived everything, and survived life.
Fiennes held the broken Golden Snitch in his hand with some silence, and took a deep breath, which eventually turned into a sigh.
Life...
It is true to be free from disease and calamity, peaceful and calm, long and far away.
Oh shit!
He is really unwilling!
He also longs for a bright and exciting life, and he also longs for a life of flying freely, instead of living in a dark Knockturn Alley.
But fortunately, at least he didn't live a mediocre life.
He has figured out the true meaning of the curse, which is that 'the wizard is the spirit, and the mind is better than the matter'!
Such theoretical support makes his Cruciatus Curse and Iron Armor Curse so powerful that he is not afraid of being invaded by others!
He has reached the heights of a master of spells!
Not only that, he also became a potion master!
He developed the 'Wizard's Eye' potion, observed the 'Magic Image', and even integrated the principles of Horcruxes to further deduce it to the extremely high level of the 'Crack Curse'.
He even vaguely touched the essence of life.
He believes that if he doesn't make a sound, he will be a blockbuster!
only……
He seems to have become accustomed to living such a solitary life...
"Anton, Anton, you are a real fucking failure! You failed before the time travel, and you failed after the time travel. You are just an ordinary person through and through!"
Fiennes sighed in his heart, raised his old arm, gently adjusted the huge hood of the wizard's robe, and covered his entire face in the shadow of the hood.
He slowly walked out of Knockturn Alley, went to a dessert place in Diagon Alley, and bought a stick of vanilla ice cream.
Then, he sat in silence on a bench in the corner of the alley, licked his ice cream, and looked with envy at the little wizards who were cheering and celebrating with the adults.
Watch them chase and fight.
Looking at them is full of future and hope.
A chubby little boy chased him and fell to the ground. He couldn't help but cry when he saw his little cake falling from the box to the dirty ground.
"Quack quack..."
Fiennes was so happy that he burst out laughing.
Smiling, he pulled his face down again and looked at the little boy silently, his eyes cold and indifferent.
If only he were this little boy.
Young, healthy and full of vitality.
And it seemed that the magic he was studying could really allow him to be reborn in this little boy's body.
The principle of magic is very simple. Put your Horcrux into the body of a little boy. No, not just the Horcrux, but all of you. Put it completely into the body of a child, so that you can be completely reborn.
This requires him to continue to study the 'Crack Curse', and he has found the direction, which is the werewolf!
It's soon, it's soon!
As for the little boy?
ha?
He is a dark wizard!
He is a dark wizard!
Fiennes lowered his head blankly, looking at his shoes, letting his hair fall completely covering the whole world, and he gritted his teeth hard.
Yes, he has become a dark wizard.
He is no longer the Anton who was full of warmth in his heart. He has become extremely cruel, disregarding life, and...
I don’t even recognize myself anymore.
I hate myself.
he……
I no longer remember how many apprentices I killed just to live a good life again.
Isn't this the way this world is? There are only so many resources. If you possess a little, others will lose a little. It's the same. He just does it more brilliantly and more truly.
After tearing through the surface of tenderness, there is nothing but human cannibalism.
Can……
How come I am so disgusted with this kind of myself!
He took a hard bite of the ice cream, and the coldness spread from his throat, along his esophagus, to his stomach, and there was a faint sting that stung his soul.
He knew that he had destroyed his body too much because of his research on potions, and he did not have much time left in his life.
How unwilling!
So unwilling!
I have been doing nothing in my life. In this life, I have traveled through time. What am I doing for this?