Countless dilapidated crucibles used for refining potions were piled up to form a small mountain at the entrance, and on the other side of the store entrance, there was a thick snake with several scales missing in an iron cage.
This time the old wizard didn't tell Anton to wait at the door.
Along the store aisles piled with goods, all the way to the counter, there is a chubby aunt wearing a loose wizard robe.
The smile looks extraordinarily amiable.
"Oh, my dear Fiennes, long time no see."
The old wizard nodded, as a greeting, "Do you still have Wolfsbane potion here?"
The shop owner laughed even more happily when he heard the question, "The wolfsbane potion is not cheap, and what I have on hand is made by authentic Professor Snape."
It turned out that the old wizard was called Fiennes. Anton's expression changed when he heard Snape's name, and he just felt that in this strange and terrifying world, hearing even a familiar name felt kind.
However, he soon lost his affection.
He clearly saw the shelf behind the shop owner.
There was a large ivory pen holder on the shelf. In the pen holder, there were seven or eight magic wands that looked worn and worn.
He had a bad feeling.
He may not be able to enjoy the high-end customized wand-picking scene in the novel.
cut.
Sure enough, he was a poor ghost.
The old wizard Fiennes negotiated the price with the boss one copper coin after another, and finally pointed to the chopstick holder behind her annoyedly, "Give me two of your wand, and don't count my money."
There are still two!
Anton really couldn't complain, and really wanted to tell the old wizard, otherwise you would always buy two, so that you don't need a spoon to eat noodles in the future.
The boss didn't agree.
Finally, at the cost of an old wand, this long tug-of-war bargain was ended.
"Don't think I don't know you've made a lot of money!" The old wizard casually pulled a handful of herbs from the shelf next to him and put them in the pocket of his wizard robe.
He cursed and left.
The store owner shouted with a smile behind the counter, "Welcome to come again next time."
Going deeper along Knockturn Alley, the houses gradually become sparse, and after turning a corner, a huge lake appears in front of you.
On the edge of the lake, there are houses built randomly, large and small.
The old wizard led Anton to an open space in the corner, behind several tall trees.
"There is a safe house here." As soon as the old wizard's voice fell, a crooked three-story house appeared in front of Anton.
The rough plank was almost pressed against Anton's nose.
He was so scared that he quickly took a step back.
The old wizard smiled triumphantly, "This is the safe house I inherited from my teacher. It requires extremely complex and powerful magic to realize it. Only those who know that there is a safe house here can see and touch it."
Anton was stunned for a moment, and then realized in an instant, "That is to say, if no one knows about this place anymore, it will completely disappear from everyone's sight and be regarded as non-existent?"
"It can be said like this." The old wizard looked around with emotion, "It's a pity that I am just a poor apprentice, and I haven't learned this magic from my teacher. It will be completely useless after eight or nine years."
After coming to the safe house, the meals of the two have improved significantly.
A bowl of fried noodles with a small glass of wine.
Yes, there is an extra sweet fruit wine, which has piled up in the cellar.
Eating wheat products every day, except for a thin layer of oil on top, there is no meat, Anton thinks this is not healthy at all!
The old wizard got the iron cage out of the suitcase, and seeing the hard work, he made Anton thoroughly confirm that the black wizard really didn't know the floating spell!
What kind of outrageous behavior is this?
He knows the Cruciatus Curse of the Three Unforgivable Curses!
No, he should know all three Unforgivable Curses.
"The soul-removing curse I taught you now is a branch of the black magic called the Imperius Curse. Not many people understand it now." The old wizard looked like you had earned it.
Anton clutched the old wand with a confused expression on his face.
What?
Are you going to teach me such a complicated spell right from the start?
Don't we need to start with the simplest?
The old wizard brutally fed the wolfsbane potion to the middle-aged man in the iron cage, "The wolfsbane potion needs to be fed to the werewolf a week before the full moon night, it can keep you awake when you transform into a werewolf."
"This week, you have to learn this spell!"
"If you ruin my good deeds." The old wizard's face was cold, and he waved the wand in his hand, "I will let you experience the taste of a killing curse."
"Believe me, no one in this world can survive the Killing Curse!"
Ah.
Harry Potter survived.
Voldemort, who was hit by the rebound, also survived.
Anton's complaints in his heart finally turned into sighs, but I am not them.
In a week, if you learn black magic comparable to the three unforgivable curses, you will die if you don't learn it. It's simply too outrageous.
The old wizard clearly had no intention of teaching him any other charms.
He picked up his wand, waved it, and motioned for Anton to learn gestures.
Then he corrected his posture a little bit.
"To successfully release a spell, there are three aspects to be achieved." The old wizard's teaching is very good, concise and neat, and focuses on the key points.
"Gestures, especially for beginners, you can't go wrong with the slightest gesture."
"Incantations, different tones and pauses, are the basis for the success or failure of casting a spell."
"Finally, you need to access the corresponding emotions in your heart."
The old wizard explained the incantation of the soul-shifting spell, "Move the soul out of the body" in just a few words, syllable by syllable.
"Emotions, or the wizard's will, directly determine the success or failure and power of the spell release!"
"When releasing the soul-shifting spell, your heart must be filled with indomitable momentum and unwavering determination."
"???" Anton wondered, "This seems to be a positive emotion. Doesn't it mean that black magic requires negative emotions?"
The old wizard gave a rare laugh, "Who told you this is black magic?"
After laughing, his face turned cold, "Practice hard, you only have a week."
This moody Anton has seen enough for a long time. Sometimes when his back is turned to sweep the floor, he can suddenly fly over with a curse.
"Indomitable momentum and unwavering determination?"
"This state of mind does not seem to be difficult to achieve."
Anton was very puzzled, if this was the case, why this magic spell would gradually be lost, and so few people understand it until now.
He closed his eyes, and a picture gradually became clear in his empty mind.
It was the night of the full moon a week later, and the old wizard yelled at himself to release the magic, but he couldn't release it no matter how hard he tried.
As a result, the old wizard's wand lit up with a dark green light, and the expression of choosing someone to eat was extremely terrifying.
At this moment, there was nothing to do but desperately, Anton had already quietly stood beside a pot of medicinal powder, grabbed it and raised his eyes, squinting the old wizard's eyes.
Then, he pulled out the boning knife that had been sharpened in the kitchen long ago, and rushed forward with the determination to live or die.
This is the last and most helpless plan in Anton's heart, fighting with a knife.
Anton opened his eyes abruptly, waved his magic wand, "Transfer soul out of body!"
The light of a spell flickered, and the faint blue light extended from the front of the wand, rushed forward all the way, and finally sank into the chest of the old wizard.
"How is it possible?" The old wizard's eyes widened!