Hogwarts: Gray Wizard Volume 1 The Dark Wizard's Apprentice 849 It's so beautiful!
Although the political considerations Fudge described were very emotional and sensational, Anton felt drowsy listening to them, but when he mentioned magic, he seemed to come alive.
Anton jumped down from the wicker chair and danced with gestures, "It's more natural and smooth, as if it comes from instinct.
Anton excitedly talked about these magic principles. He liked to explain the magic theories he had figured out to others. This feeling made him feel satisfied and an inexplicable pleasure. Maybe it was because he was a good teacher.
Perhaps, it was because he saw a weak student who was able to explode into powerful strength after some training in his own hands. That feeling made him particularly proud.
It comes from the inexplicable sense of responsibility of the time-travelers to change the world and change others.
Anton waved his arms and clenched his fists vigorously and slowly,
He shouted and waved his hands, "Just like that, the magic exploded, and powerful magic burst out from an ordinary body.
Fudge's whole body became short of breath. He seemed to have returned to his childhood, sitting in the classroom and listening to the professors talking about the beauty of magic.
The desire to see greatness crawled and crawled in his heart.
Anton gently pulled out his wand,
"To feel your heart, to feel your state of mind.
Fudge's figure reflected in the Lake of the Soul rippled with the lake water, and countless lines twisted and twisted. The wand in Anton's hand shook gently, releasing a weakened version of the 'Imperius Curse' to affect Fudge, bit by bit.
He adjusted to his mentality.
With the study of the power of individual souls and the collective power of the subconscious mind of the collective soul, the soul-stealing curse, one of the three unforgivable magics, gradually began to enter Anton's field of vision.
It has a powerful ability to interfere with the mind, which is extremely convenient for Anton to guide others to explore the mind.
Yes, "The Cruciatus Curse" can be a "Soul Scalpel". "The Death Curse" can be a "Food Processing and Sterilization Technique". "The Cruciatus Curse" can also be a "Psychic Guidance Technique". In the words of his old family members
, the beauty of application lies in one mind.
Slowly guiding Fudge to explore the power of the mind, Anton spoke softly about the various casting points and characteristics of the Bone Shield Curse, as well as the principles behind it.
I don't know how long it took, but Anton felt that Fudge's state in the 'Lake of the Soul' had reached a certain critical point, and he raised his eyebrows.
Fudge growled.
"Not enough! Louder, this is learning, nothing more, don't care about failure, shout louder, shout with all your strength.
Fudge shouted loudly.
Fudge's entire face turned red, he roared until his voice broke, and his voice was distorted, but he felt a strange sense of joy.
He closed his eyes tightly and suddenly felt a little panicked.
Anton chuckled,
Fudge hesitated for a moment, and slowly opened his eyes with some hesitation. Suddenly he was stunned, his eyes widened in disbelief, and he looked at everything in front of him in shock.
What did he see!
A translucent huge wizard's robe, a golden, glittering wizard's robe, three meters high, shrouded his entire body in it.
Anton just looked at him with a smile and waved the wand in his hand.
Fudge took a step back in horror, only to find that the magic light released by Anton's wand hit the translucent golden wizard's robe floating around him, and the wizard's robe only swayed slightly and was unscathed.
He couldn't believe this.
Anton shrugged,
Fudge looked at this gorgeous magical effect in shock, and tried to touch it with his hands, but he didn't get anything. Instead, the translucent golden wizard robe flickered, shattered and disappeared.
Anton lazily lay back on the wicker chair again, as if he was no longer interested after teaching.
Fudge probably really understood some of Anton's character, so he walked to the door with some joy, and asked the house elf Wheatfield who was waiting at the door with a document to serve Anton, while he practiced outside the door.
He tried again and again, and suddenly, a bright golden light filled his eyes again.
For some reason, tears suddenly filled his eyes, and his whole heart felt sour.
As a wizard, a wizard who can cast magic, how could he not care about the power he possesses? However, his talent was too poor and he could not learn anything at all. For the sake of his political future, he did not dare to touch black magic. In the end, he achieved nothing on the road of magic.
Now, he can also cast such powerful magic.
He turned to look at the house elf who came out again,
Smiling like a 200-pound fool.
Maitian also grinned, his old eyes filled with relief, and tears bursting from his eyes.