Anton ignored the two old men. Somehow, he suddenly had a brilliant idea.
Some can’t wait to try it out!
"When despair comes, everyone is eagerly waiting..." He gently swayed the wand in his hand and murmured.
"What did you say?" Hannah, who was standing next to him, looked back at him doubtfully.
However, Anton did not answer. He seemed to be immersed in some magical rhythm. He raised his hands slightly and waved the wand gently.
He murmured in his mouth, "Then a wind bird breeds in desire, spreads its wings thousands of miles, and embraces everything."
"No one can see its figure, but everyone feels its lightness, romance and freedom."
"No one touches its wings, but everyone feels its tolerance. It wraps everyone gently, yet extremely powerfully."
The invisible wind lingered around Anton, fluttering his wizard robe, and his golden-red hair flying wildly.
Anton gently raised his wand and looked at his friends with a smile, "Remember, this is the legend of the Free Wind Bird."
"???" George and the others looked at each other, wondering what was going on with Anton.
Only Anna raised her head and looked at Anton's side face, as if looking at the stars.
The breeze swept through the silent place.
In an instant, it turned into an endless torrent, filled with everyone, and flew forward along the cell corridors of the underground caves.
"What's wrong? What happened?"
"Why did I fly?"
"Merlin's beard, I can't control myself!"
"Ah~~~"
"I...I feel like I'm standing on a huge bird..." Neville stared blankly at the wall of the underground prison getting closer and closer, but he couldn't feel any panic. Some, he just said
The freedom of not leaving.
Sure enough, the breeze that swept him and everyone forward quickly bypassed the wall in an instant and flew towards the entrance to the dungeon on the upper level.
But……
Neville couldn't feel the existence of the bird, everything seemed to be an illusion, so wonderful.
No!
It was an invisible bird, he was very sure!
"Chanting Wind Bird?" Among the people swept up, Voldemort gently broke away from Bella's tight embrace, frowning as he felt the strange strong wind sweeping everyone.
This is an extremely complex spellcasting.
Faintly in the strong wind, he felt Anton's "Bionic Curse". No, not only this, but also the Patronus Curse, the Flying Curse, the Floating Curse, and the Shadowing Curse (a kind of magic that follows other people's phantoms).
curse)……
He even felt a very unique will, a rhythm that was made up of countless wills and was pulled in one direction by a certain will.
It feels like a collective spellcasting.
No!
Voldemort's frown deepened as he savored it carefully.
He seemed to feel the magical flavor of some kind of "resurrection". Yes, he was very familiar with this type of magic. After all, he had done crazy sit-ups during the resurrection ceremony. (Chapter 796)
It's resurrection!
But it’s not resurrection!
He actually vaguely felt traces of a very unique life blooming, which was similar to his own unique animal life form after successfully practicing the 'Animagus' transformation technique.
But there are some subtle differences!
this……
What exactly is magic?
It's like the witchcraft of ancient magic, but also full of traces of the modern magic system!
Damn it!
Anton, the student he once could manipulate at will, has grown to this level without even realizing it?
What a proud man Voldemort was.
He simply couldn't accept the fact that he couldn't see through Anton's spell casting!
Obviously he can sense many details, and he obviously knows that he can do these details, but he knows that there is no way for him to cast such a unique magic in this way!
The breeze is surging.
A huge wind bird with no real body spread its huge wings and merged into the sea breeze with a cry that was inaudible but resounded in everyone's soul.
It’s amazing!
Just now, everyone was screaming in despair underground, but now everyone appeared on the ground, facing the sea breeze on Azkaban Island, and listening to the sound of the swaying branches of the surrounding trees.
"Anton, what on earth is this?" Hannah screamed excitedly. She thought of what Anton was talking about underground just now, and she really loved this mythical and epic spell!
If she wants to write it down, she must record it carefully in the book "Cottage Events".
"Quack quack..."
"Professor Dumbledore taught you a magical method of transfiguration that creates life!"
Anton squinted his eyes slightly, stretched out his hands, as if embracing the breeze, and said happily, "From now on, the Weasley family will also have the affinity of the 'Free Birds'."
Of course, this Weasley family is not the Weasley family of his uncle Arthur, but the Weasley family after Anton.
A unique magic that accompanies the blood.
Tsk~Nice!
"Albus's World of Transfiguration" is such an awesome concept of Transfiguration.
It’s so much fun!
People around him looked at Anton in confusion, even though there was too much information telling how powerful Anton was, even though they had seen so many magical videos of Anton fighting Voldemort, even though he felt it in person in New York
That horrific cycle of nuclear explosions...
Now that I have received Anton's spellcasting in person, everyone is still shocked.
this……
Is this the strength of a top wizard boss?
It seems that unlike Dumbledore, Voldemort, Grindelwald and other big guys, Anton's magic seems to be taking a completely different path, more magical, weirder, and more wonderful...
Although it is a bit strange to say this, Anton's spell casting actually made the group of people present who were the best wizards think - wow~, this is magic!
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Yes, it’s that feeling of wonder that a Muggle feels when watching a wizard cast a spell.
It is a very wonderful sense. Countless top wizards in the wizarding world all eventually entered the political circle, but only people like Anton make people feel...
He deserves to be called a wizard!
Such a spell cast simply made too many people feel insignificant.
That soul-stirring feeling, as if one's own actions of fighting for rights and seeking benefits were made somewhat dwarfed by the background.
Just like that, the entire scene no longer smelled of gunpowder and became a little weird.
Anton broke away from the wonderful state of casting spells, raised his eyebrows, and looked at Voldemort not far away, "I want to make a deal with you."
Voldemort's face was filled with uncertainty, and he finally snorted coldly, "I don't accept the deal!"
"No, you can." Anton chuckled, made a circle with the wand in his hand, and softly chanted the incantation, "Little round dance phantom shuttle!"
A twisted, irregular and rapidly rotating passage appeared in front of him. It was unknown where this space passage led. It clashed with the protective magic of the Ministry of Magic on the island of Azkaban, and countless sparks erupted.
That's not a spark!
Colorful stars splashed towards the side, causing everyone affected to retreat in panic. The thing seemed to give people the illusion of a distorted space. If you saw it too much, you might even feel dizzy and want to vomit.
Anton gently put his hand in, grasped something unknown, and pulled it out suddenly.
Suddenly, a figure appeared in front of him.
That's Barty Crouch Jr.!
Anton pinched his neck, and his hands and feet turned into boneless rubber, hanging limply aside.
Little Barty suddenly saw Anton and was about to curse angrily when he suddenly felt Anton's stranglehold on his neck become extremely strong, as if he was being strangled by a werewolf, almost pinching his neck.
broken.
Suddenly, the whole face turned red, and gradually began to turn purple again.
"Barty Crouch Jr." Anton raised his head and looked at Voldemort, "I will trade his life with you in exchange for you not caring about the harm Professor Snape has done to you this time."
From Anton's point of view, he is more eager for magic to bring some beautiful changes to the world, and he does not like war.
But if the battle had to begin, he didn't mind starting from his own hands.
He hopes to protect Professor Snape, the only one who treats him purely, and does not want Voldemort to keep an eye on Professor Snape. If this is the case, conflict is unavoidable, so what if the war starts now!
Is Anton afraid of anything?
He just didn't want to kill Voldemort and make the world less varied and less interesting.
After all, he really felt that the world would be much more interesting with people like Voldemort.
However, if conflict is inevitable, kill Voldemort today!
Anton is waiting for the answer. Everyone is waiting for an answer. This answer will even affect the pattern of the entire world forever.
Is Voldemort still the Dark Lord, or Speaker Riddle of the Magic Congress? Perhaps we will have the answer now.
And the answer is...
"good!"
Light and yet extremely heavy, Voldemort's voice was inexplicably dry and hoarse, his eyes that were always full of purity seemed to become mixed in an instant, and his tall body gave people an inexplicable feeling of desolation that had gone through many vicissitudes of life.
As soon as Voldemort finished speaking, Anton let go of Barty Jr., and a stream of air took Barty back as he regained his ability to move.
He slowly looked back at his master, then looked at Anton angrily, and roared, "Ah~~ I'll kill you!"
With that said, he was about to rush towards Anton.
"Come back, little Barty." Voldemort called him, but his eyes were fixed on Anton, and he finally withdrew his words without saying a word, then turned and walked towards the outside of Azkaban Island.
"What are you doing standing still! Don't do anything stupid and ruin the master's plan!" Bella squeezed little Barty's arm hard and pulled him to follow the master's footsteps.