Hogwarts: The Gray Wizard Volume 1 The Dark Wizard's Apprentice 776 Death Comes There was a knock on the door, and Anna excitedly went to open the door, frantically looking forward to the Boston lobster she had just ordered.
Anton ignored it, still lying on the fence and looking down.
This is obviously an effective method, but how to add this material to the environment downstairs is a matter of explanation.
Potions science is not limited to standing in front of the experimental table and playing with bottles and jars. As long as you understand the magic principles inside, you will find that it has a wider range of applications.
For example, Voldemort invented the "Flying Spell" ritual magic when he was a student. The magic potion representing "self" was put into the Golden Snitch's sphere, released into nature, and then chased on a broomstick.
This method is actually an extension of "stirring the magic potion".
When Anton was an apprentice to the old wizard Fiennes at the beginning of his time travel, he already knew clearly that his emotions and thoughts while stirring would also affect the formation of the potion. For this reason, he even took a heart-pounding meal
Curse, really don’t remember it too clearly.
And if 'emotions and thoughts' can affect it, 'environment' will naturally also affect it.
Following this idea, Anton instantly thought of an interesting way to influence the 'environment' in order to achieve the step of 'application'.
--curse.
Curse is a huge subject, it can be magic, it can be potions, it can be occult, it can be ritual magic...
Magic is sometimes like this. It's actually difficult for people to clearly sort out magic into a coherent system.
Especially black magic. Most of the wizards who study black magic are crazy or perverted. How do you expect them to sort out a knowledge and academic system for those who come after you?
Anton chose to use his best "ritual magic".
Anton raised his eyebrows,
At this time, the 'Lake of the Soul', which incorporates the secret method of fairy memory sorting, begins to play a role.
The memories floating above the lake of the soul are rolling rapidly, extracting useful information one after another and placing it in the 'thinking'.
A medieval witch's manuscript - "Ruby Eyeballs".
The manuscript records such an incident: One day, the witch's husband suddenly told the witch that he no longer had the surging and exciting heart that he used to pursue her.
In order to help her husband, the witch used magic to curse her husband, so that every year when the sweet-scented osmanthus blooms, he will return to the emotions when they first met.
If life is just like the first time we met, why is the autumn wind sad to draw a fan? What a beautiful emotion, what a beautiful magic~
Therefore, every year, the witch's husband slowly changes from a shy young man who is full of youth, to an impulsive young man who is blindly and foolishly in love, and then to an energetic man who is determined to give his lover a bright future.
Such a cycle affects not only the husband's emotions, but also his eating habits and behavior.
This cycle continued for decades, until the husband lay on the bed with gray hair and could no longer move and breathed his last breath.
The environment of ancient wizards made them more likely to use a magic as their own trump card instead of displaying it and spreading it. Therefore, most ancient magics almost have no names.
Anton did not want to cast this magic, but borrowed the magic principle and integrated the 'Developing Potion' into it to achieve a 'trace of time' effect.
As for whether it can be done?
You'll know if you try it.
What a simple thing.
With a flick of the wand in his hand, the crucible on the experimental table floated and tilted towards the wellhead in the fence. Under the influence of magic, the developing potion inside
Turned into thick smoke.
The snuff box also floated, and 138 candles flew rapidly in the smoke, followed by the same casting materials.
Bang~
The flame of the candle lights up, indicating that ritual magic is at work.
The flame was extremely weak, and it seemed to be a glimmer of light that was about to go out at any time in the mist, twinkling like stars.
The flame was extremely strong, so strong that the surrounding mist was roasted and turned into air that was so thin that it was difficult to see, and drifted downstairs.
Anna's eyes were shining as she looked at the clouds and mist sparkling with stars surging above the 'well mouth'.
Anton smiled slightly, put away his wand, and clapped his hands,
Cheesy baked Boston lobster, New England clam chowder, served with a plate of French fried potatoes and pancakes.
Putting aside the cooking techniques, the deliciousness of the ingredients alone was enough to make Anton and Anna hooked.
Thanks to Aunt Ilsa who still maintains the operation of the Werewolf Home and Information Consulting Company, she earns enough money for her family to eat any delicacies they want and buy all kinds of luxuries they want.
While the two were enjoying the delicious food, Anna pointed out the window with her large lobster claws and made a confused sound.
To be precise, several Spider-Man.
Well, if you just rely on the rope to float outside the high-rise building.
Several people in black camouflage uniforms tied ropes to their bodies and slowly descended from the top of the building. Some of them had fierce faces, while others were carrying thermal weapons and silently counted the floors.
Anna opened and closed her mouth silently, telling Anton, and quickly ran to the big well in the middle of the room and looked down.
Wow~
There was a loud explosion, accompanied by the appropriate noise and commotion in the street, which did not seem out of place in this quiet evening.
As the tempered glass tore open a huge gap, those people jumped in with extremely skillful movements holding firearms in both hands.
They each point to a corner with great discipline, ready to pull the trigger at any time.
One of the people screamed and looked in horror at the people standing in the entire room, or rather, the motionless statues.
But whether it is a person or a statue, you will know after a few shots! The leader of this group of people reacted very quickly, raised his hand and made tactical gestures very quickly, and every mercenary instantly pulled the trigger in his hand.
Bang bang bang~~
The firearm with a silencer made a dull sound like fried beans.
Bullets flew quickly towards all the Aurors in the room.
The look in the eyes of Magical Security Director Ava Miles was desperate. She knew clearly that the whole-body binding spell only had the same effect of turning everyone into petrification, but it did not really turn them into stone.
What's more, she knew very well the power of the firearms that wizards despised. Without the ability to use magic to defend and counterattack, even if they turned into stones, they were just defenseless targets.
Bang~
The bullet tore through the air at an extremely fast speed and hit her so fast that no one could react.
No, under the perception of her rapidly beating heart and the madly rushing magic in her body, she could even clearly feel that everything seemed to be slowing down.
She could clearly see the bullet spinning rapidly in the air and heading towards her forehead.
This was simply the most terrifying thing. She could only feel helplessly and clearly the death she was about to face.
It would be better to just die, this process is simply torture.
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