Anton has nothing to do with the old wizard.
The old wizard had nothing to do with Anton.
Apart from chanting scriptures beside his ear, he can't do much anymore.
And since Anton took out cotton and stuffed it into his ears, even if his head suddenly emerged from the diary that Anton was concentrating on, he couldn't make this tough kid show any expression.
He can stare at Anton until he sees that Anton's heart is frightened.
And Anton can also stare at him all the time, making him flustered, even though he has no heart now.
The old wizard drifted around Anton for a few times helplessly, and finally left through the wall again. The location of the Leaky Cauldron is simply magical. One step forward is a Muggle world full of unknowns, and one step back is a world full of mystery. Diagon Alley and Knockturn Alley.
He didn't notice, after he floated out, Anton quietly breathed a sigh of relief.
"Hold the grass!"
"Hold the grass! Hold the grass!"
Anton threw away the old wizard's diary, rushed to the bathroom and washed his face vigorously.
"How are you going to live this day~" The little face in the mirror was full of sadness.
If it goes on like this, he will either be scared to death one day, or develop a strong heart. Anton felt that he might be the first type, God damn it, he showed an ugly face from the book, after getting along for two months, why didn't he find the old wizard so playful?
"Damn!"
Anton's hunch was right!
When he woke up, he opened his eyes and saw the old wizard holding that ugly face in his hands, hanging above his head, staring at him in a daze.
God knows how he clenched his gums and almost crushed his teeth, so he didn't react.
When he was washing his hair, from time to time there would be icy cold air extending from the scalp to the back, washing away the foam in a hurry, and there was no figure in the mirror.
When he went to the toilet, the old wizard slowly lifted his head from the bathtub, almost making him pull the shit back.
The most disgusting time, the bar owner Old Tom cooked a pot of boiled pork slices he taught, and the old wizard floated in the soup the whole time!
He just grabbed his hair and put his head into the soup.
Anton also worked hard, he sandwiched the meat slices and ingredients one by one, without blinking his eyes.
He regrets it very much now.
When is it time for retribution, he shouldn't have killed the old wizard then.
He felt like he had a nightmare and couldn't wake up.
"I will never dare to kill again!" The old wizard taught Anton how to be vicious and vicious, how to walk freely in a chaotic place, and used practical actions to let Anton understand what it means to love life.
An old wizard is disgusting enough.
If he eats a meal in the future, a large group of ghosts of all kinds of strange shapes will line up beside him...
Anton shook his head quickly to dispel this terrifying thought.
It lasted like this for three days.
late at night.
Anton was really not in the mood to sleep, so he lit the oil lamp and continued to read the old wizard's diary. He had already read the content in it for the second time, and read everything that should be read.
Now he began to recite the three elements of each spell in it.
Even harder than the college entrance examination back then.
Except for the 'Iron Armor Curse' in the diary, which is considered a serious spell, all the other ones are pure black magic, and any one you take out will be extraordinarily powerful.
The lethality is strong, not only to the enemy, but also to oneself.
In the past three days, he tried to release several spells, and found that if he was not full of emotions, either the release was unsuccessful, or the power was particularly weak, so weak that it was like tickling.
To be released successfully, he needs a very long emotional brewing process.
And if he wants to guarantee that he can successfully release black magic at any time, he must be immersed in the emotions required by the spell all the time,
This is why black magic harms humans. He couldn't imagine that he kept the killing intent boiling in his heart all the time. After keeping it like this for a year, would he feel that he could release a magic spell to kill anyone he saw.
Learning black magic is an extremely dangerous thing.
The consensus of the wizarding world is indeed correct.
The old wizard was floating on the bed bored, throwing his head high from time to time, catching it with his left hand, throwing it up, catching it with his right hand, and catching it with his left hand...
Anton could really resist pretending not to see and sleep under the quilt.
But it's still not necessary, he would rather sit by the window, enjoy the breeze, drink drinks, and recite the text.
This is a long battle, and he has prepared patiently.
Slowly accepting that there was a ghost beside him, Anton deliberately let himself face up to the existence of the old wizard. Isn't it a comparison of patience, perseverance, and determination? He was afraid?
He didn't believe that the old wizard could stay by his side for a lifetime.
Let's try it out for a year!
"No one can learn everything." A voice whispered in the ear.
Anton glanced at it, and the old wizard floated out of the window at some point, raised his head and talked to his ear.
"Haha." Anton smiled triumphantly, "I've almost memorized them all."
"No, no, no." The old wizard held the severed head in his left hand, raised a finger in his right hand and shook it.
"Memorizing it doesn't count as learning. Whether it's black magic or white magic, the stronger the spell, the stronger the emotion."
"You can't hold yourself to a hundred extreme emotions at the same time."
"You've also read my diary. Olaro has done research in this area. She even went to the Muggle world to study psychology. She successfully split herself into dozens of sub-personalities. It's very useful, but the consequences are also terrible. Very serious."
His right hand held up three fingers.
"In the group of black wizards, those who have a serious master-student inheritance will receive a serious warning. At most, they should not delve into more than three."
"One as the most common enchantment, and two as supplements."
Anton sneered, "That's why you release the Cruciatus Curse so smoothly, right?"
The old wizard was silent for a moment, "You killed me, even cut off my head, I can only hold my own head after death. I think we are even."
Evened out?
Anton didn't think that the experience of these two months had brought him not only harm, but also a change in his personality.
He didn't know whether it was getting better or worse, but he knew that if he saw his current self in his previous life, he would definitely feel strange.
"I will never forgive you." Anton looked at the old wizard's head firmly, "Never!"
Meet each other with a smile to obliterate grievances? Sorry, I don't have the guts.
The old wizard shook his head with his hands, as if shaking his head.
"I don't need your forgiveness."
He floated in front of Anton, "I just want to make a deal with you."
Anton glanced at him indifferently, chuckled, put the diary back into his shoulder bag, and walked straight through the old wizard to the bed.
"Not interested in."
After speaking, turn over and lie down, covering the quilt.
"..."
The old wizard sat on the edge of the bed holding his head for a long time, but Anton didn't bother to pay attention to him.
His body is still young and needs adequate nutrition and sleep.
After a while, I fell asleep.