This conference room contains almost half of the top combat forces in the European wizarding world. Many of them are even leaders of some forces, and each of them has a lot of vision.
However, no one knows how Anton was immune to the curse.
This is a death curse!
One of the three unforgivable curses! Are you kidding me?
Everyone's expressions became solemn, and they slowly retreated to the corner, looking warily at Anton at the long table.
However, even so, it still did not bring them any sense of security.
Surrounded by so many powerful wizard bosses, everyone had the illusion of being surrounded, as if they were trapped in some kind of dark environment with dangers everywhere, and their lives might be in danger at any time.
The only one who can give them such a feeling is the Dark Lord Lord Voldemort.
Oh, Albus Dumbledore counts as half.
The main reason is that Dumbledore would not suddenly go on a killing spree like Voldemort.
But the child in front of me, this shy and bright-smiling child, really looked like the Dark Lord Voldemort.
One is cruel, the other is crazy, both are temperaments that people cannot grasp.
Many people present had participated in last year's trial of Anton by the Ministry of Magic. At that time, Anton talked about his own book "Muggles, Werewolves and Purebloods", giving people the impression of a scholar who studied magic.
Although he is a little crazy, he is probably the kind of crazy person who is obsessed with magic.
It feels very different from how it feels now.
Nowadays, it gives people a feeling of being extremely self-centered. They are so self-centered that they do whatever they want without taking into account everything around them, which gives people a crazy feeling.
"You can become Obscurus!"
Someone in the crowd screamed, "I saw it, you just turned into an Obscurus!"
Anton just chuckled and raised his eyebrows, "What do you think?" When the man saw Anton looking over, he shrank in fear and forced himself to hide behind the crowd.
"Quack quack..."
The weird laughter was very harsh, but the crowd around him was silent.
Anton turned his head and looked at Voldemort, "Dear Professor, I have no intention of getting involved in your struggle. Really, it is none of my business how you want to mess up this world."
"But my people are not allowed to move!"
Anton's face turned cold, "Professor Dumbledore is eyeing you, Grindelwald is looking for opportunities everywhere, and various so-called pure-blood families are buzzing around like smelling rotten eggs. Countries
The Ministry of Magic is also ready to take action, and even those Muggle squib forces who have power in the Muggle world and have a little bit of wizard blood are also staring at you."
"You definitely don't want to completely put me on the opposite side at this time, especially if you can't kill me.
Voldemort sneered, "You threaten me?"
"Yes!"
A brisk smile appeared on Anton's face, and he looked at Voldemort word by word, "I'm just threatening you!"
"Very good~" Voldemort walked over slowly and looked at Anton's smiling face with cold eyes, "Do you really think I can't kill you?"
"Yes!"
The corners of Anton's mouth curled up, and he put his hands in the pockets of the wizard's robe, with a leisurely expression. He didn't even bother to take out his wand, "How about we try to see whether you kill me or I kill you?"
"Oh~"
"If I accidentally kill you, your men will have to waste time preparing for the resurrection ceremony, which will be too troublesome."
"I'm afraid that your subordinates are all mixed up, each with his or her own agenda, and in the end you will still have to rely on yourself to resurrect."
"Let me think about it..."
Anton raised his head and thought for a moment, and couldn't help but laugh out loud, "In this situation, if you hide in Albania again for more than ten years, I'm afraid everything will have been settled by then."
"When the time comes, most of your former subordinates will be the ones who least want you to be resurrected."
Voldemort's expression suddenly became extremely cold. He frowned and looked around. He couldn't help but feel happy when he saw each of his subordinates quickly acting extremely serious and loyal.
"As expected of my student, he really understands people's hearts."
He gently held the Elder Wand, walked slowly to Anton, licked the corner of his mouth, "Then I will kill you completely.
"Great!"
The Dark Lord is as proud as ever.
There is nothing to say, Anton chuckled, "Today I will show the professor my latest research results, that is..."
The corners of his mouth slowly raised, "If I don't want to die, I will never die!"
He has been studying magic for so long, and now he has finally figured out some skills to make a living. Why can't he just mess around?
Just want to sneer at Voldemort!
It's too arrogant in front of other people, but it's just right in front of the most powerful dark wizard in the world, and in front of my dear Professor Voldemort.
It was so good that everyone felt at ease.
quack quack..
Anton is such a person with vulgar tastes, but he can't usually find someone to show off.
Maybe....
Can you visit Lao Fu more often in the future? It seems like a good idea.
Ha~
Voldemort suddenly widened his eyes and stared at Anton's figure greedily, "I will kill you, and then completely possess the Elder Wand. I will kill you, and then completely understand the secret of your immortality. I will kill you,
Show absolute authority. I will kill you, and then I will laugh."
"Yeah?"
Anton was happy, "I can fulfill your last wish."
"Avada eats a big melon!"
Voldemort took the lead in waving his wand, and a green and reddish cursed light turned into plasma and washed towards Anton's chest.
The spell's attack was so fast that it hit Anton before the spell was finished, as if the spell was just a useless ritual.
Just a sense of style.
The cursed plasma light penetrated into Anton's chest, and in just an instant, Anton's entire chest was scorched black.
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After all, the Death Curse attacks the soul, and generally does not cause harm to physical objects such as the body.
But as Voldemort's death curse hit Anton, the wizard's robe, skin, muscles, internal organs, bones, etc. on Anton's chest all turned into black twisted and swimming lines, which looked extremely weird.
"Oh~"
Anton groaned very nervously, as if he was in a sauna.
He raised his eyebrows, "This is not a death curse! Or rather, it is more than a death curse!
It is also a high-end compound curse, but Voldemort's method is completely different from Dumbledore's method.
Dumbledore is more inclined to the magical reactions produced by the chimeric combination of spells, while Voldemort's compound spells are more full of personal extreme emotions, relying on his own emotions to powerfully distort countless different magic powers.
Together.
There is no distinction between high and low, each has its own ingenuity. Of course, this is not the most important thing.
In Anton's "Lake of the Soul", a group of reflected images of Voldemort's Horcruxes are gradually depicting Lao Fu's true appearance as Voldemort attacks.
Magic is the power of the soul. On the other hand, if you feel the other person's magic, you can peek into the other person's mind.
only..
Anton grinned at Lao Fu, "It's still a little bit worse.
It’s not enough, come on, Professor!”
This is simply humiliating! This is pure humiliating!
Voldemort's face condensed, a fierce flash of light flashed in his eyes, he waved his arm violently, and the plasma sprayed from the tip of the wand changed again.
From green to red, it completely turned into blue-purple.
Beside the plasma-like cursed light beam, there were even blue-purple magic waves spreading all around.
A powerful force permeates the air.
The powerful fluctuations in magic power even made the dark wizards around them feel their hairs stand on end, as if just looking at the light of this curse gave them the illusion that they were about to be killed.
No, it's not an illusion.
There was a magic master around who was extremely sensitive to magic. Looking at this magic spell, his eyes reflected this strange purple color. He suddenly let out a wailing sound and slowly fell to the ground. She struggled and twitched and took it out of her pocket.
After drinking the potion, he crawled and shrank into a corner, not daring to look at it again.
On Anton's side, the burnt blackness on his chest turned into burnt blackness all over his body, and his whole body, including the wizard's robe, was reduced to a twisted black line. There was a red electric light surging in the black line, barely maintaining the appearance of a human.
The black informant said, "Quack...it's not enough, come again, come again!"
"Is this the only extent of the attack of the majestic Dark Lord?"