three days later.
Yes, it's been three days.
Anton sat on a broomstick and stared blankly at the sea.
The old wizard floated aside, very helpless, "Three days of flying at high speed, if I was riding the broom, let alone the island, even France would have made several round trips."
Anton watched silently as the tide of the sea kept beating against the beach, his face was full of melancholy.
"You are a road idiot." The old wizard became more and more angry. "Do you know how difficult it is for me, a ghost, to keep up with your broomstick? Is this how you treat your teacher?"
"hehe."
Anton sneered, "It's as if no one is a road idiot. If you knew how to get there, you would have told me!"
Silence, wordless silence.
One big and one small, listening to the sound of the waves in a daze, speechless.
"Aren't you proud that you have a lot of life experience? Think about it, what should we do."
The head in the hands of the old wizard showed a bit of bitterness, "I seem to be gradually adapting to the ghost state, and the additional benefits brought by the 'crack spell' I studied before are gradually being wiped out."
Anton turned to look at him in astonishment, "What do you mean?"
"I became unable to think, only the instinct of memory, that is to say, if you show me the knowledge of potions that I have never read before, even if it is simple, I will not be able to understand it." The old wizard sighed.
"Memory is like a list that cannot be seen clearly. If I want to remember something, I need to look in the list little by little."
"My apprentice, I feel that my will is slowly dissipating, and in the end there will only be a memory left."
Anton looked at him with a complicated expression.
This kind of feeling makes me feel hopeless when I think about it.
"The teacher gave you the first lesson, don't be smart." The old wizard looked at Anton with too many emotions in his eyes.
"I created the 'wizard eyes' potion, with which I can see the other side of magic that all wizards in the world can't see."
"Based on this, I created the original 'Crack Spell', which is a trace on the soul. Do you remember the magic mark on your wrist before? The runes on it are 'happy', 'anger' and ' The meaning of "sorrow". Emotion and will are the manifestation of the soul and the root of casting the spell."
The old wizard supported his head with one hand, and stretched the other hand forward, gently flicking his translucent fingers towards the sun in his field of vision.
"I have touched the reality of magic."
"So I prepared for death early, I made a body for myself, and used it as the residence of the soul."
"such a pity..."
"Even if you didn't destroy it at that time, my will will gradually be wiped out."
"This is a ghost, haha, so this is a ghost."
The old wizard turned to look at Anton, "Ghosts are the traces of life smeared in this world, and my will is just the dust attached to the traces, but the wind here is too strong."
"If at the time of death, I could move forward and enter the world of dead souls..."
He chuckled, "If I don't pretend to be smart, maybe I really have entered a new life."
Anton lowered his broom and stood on the beach.
This kind of topic is too heavy, he seems to be looking at an old man in his dying years, and he has no way to watch him slowly walking towards death step by step.
It had nothing to do with his hatred of the old wizard for the inexplicably complicated senses, it was about death.
I feel very uncomfortable.
"If one day my will completely dissipates, that is the real ghost, and that ghost is no longer me." The old wizard was still whispering in his ear, "I will leave you far away before completely dissipating, Everyone I know."
"I'm actually a very face-saving person. I don't want people I know to look at me when the time comes,
It's a kind of 'he is a coward who dare not bravely go to death, so he has become the current virtue', I..." "Enough! Anton roared angrily.
He stared at the old wizard coldly, "You are indeed a coward, I am different from you, I have seen fate, I have seen death, but I dare to fight, and you are just passively waiting for death!"
"Do you know what I would do if I were you?" Anton's eyes were full of flames, "I will try my best to survive. If the world wants to erase my will, I will find a way to fight."
The old wizard just sighed, "It's useless."
"Is it really useless?" Anton's eyes were burning like a torch, "You rely on that 'crack spell' to create an unprecedented shell for the ghost. You can still preserve your will now by relying on it, can't you? ?"
The old wizard looked at him blankly, "So what?"
"Teach me, teach me everything without reservation, I will study it, and I will use the 'crack spell' to find a way to help you maintain your will, and even make you a new body." Anton looked at Look at him seriously.
The old wizard was silent, and he smiled shyly, "You little bastard, I don't know you yet, you are the best at deceiving people, you just want to learn my spell."
Anton sneered, "Do you need it? It will be much easier to fool you when you completely become a real ghost. As long as the memory is still there, won't it be easier for me to learn?"
Only then did the old wizard look serious, looking at the young man who was smudged white by the sun, he said with emotion, "You are an attractive person."
"It wasn't before." Anton looked at the sea level, "What a mediocre social animal before."
...
The old wizard finally found the answer on the long list of memories.
"Owl, this magical creature has unique magic power. You only need to give it an address, and it can fly there. Then you can follow behind on a broomstick."
Anton shook his head, "No, we can't find a place to buy owls now."
"Knight bus, hold up your wand when you encounter difficulties, and they will appear in front of you with a bang."
Anton still shook his head, "Didn't I think about it, but we have been flying for three days. Every day of flying is an additional day of sunk cost. Now I am asked to find a knight bus, I am not reconciled!"
"Yes!"
The old wizard snapped his fingers, although there was no sound.
"Create your own spell."
"???" Anton looked at the old wizard in astonishment, "You are too outrageous, or I'd better call the Knight Bus."
"No, no, this is a very interesting experiment, I have done it before."
"First of all, you need a developing spell." The old wizard corrected Anton's spellcasting technique and pronunciation little by little.
This spell was extremely simple, and Anton released it in less than a minute, without even needing any emotions or thoughts.
It's basically drawing a bright arrow in the air with a wand.
"Then what?"
"Dispel it, and you release one again. At this time, you have to think about the address in your heart, and then order this arrow to let it tell you how to go."
The corner of Anton's mouth twitched, "God damn ordered this arrow to move by itself, and I want to order it to turn into a gold Galleon."
"Why not?"
"???"
"Why can't it be ordered to become a Galleon?"
"Hehe, you won't become a ghost and then you will have problems with your head, do you think you are a god?"
The eyes of the old wizard were full of wisdom, "Remember, releasing magic requires emotions. This is just an appearance. Fundamentally speaking, what is needed is the wizard's will."
"I dare say that even the most outstanding wizards may not be able to say this sentence."
"Remember, wizards are gods."
"As a god, command your magic power, command this world, tell it, tell everything, follow your instructions, and obey your requirements."
Anton gave a thumbs up, "The domineering side leaks!"
The old wizard smiled, "Try?"
"Try it, try it, if there is anything you dare not."
So, they stayed on this beach for another three days, and on the penultimate day, the food that Anton had brought with him had already been eaten.
But he still didn't feel hungry, just kept waving his wand.
Until a certain moment, the radiant arrow in midair spun wildly and stopped in the direction of 11 o'clock.
"Wow ha ha ha ha ha, I succeeded." Anton jumped up and down excitedly.
"Really? Right!" The old wizard smiled and clearly felt the process of life dissipating. He watched a person continue his research, and suddenly felt that he was not completely alive after his death. The feeling of disappearing from this world is a little bastard who killed him.
"You are simply a treasure!" Anton's exclamation made him even more elated.
"That's right." The old wizard proudly puffed out his headless chest, "Little bastard, just based on this lesson, I deserve you to call me a teacher."
"You must remember this rule, wizards are gods, this is the root of all my research."
Anton simply didn't agree too much. It seemed that it was just a simple cast to let a cursor point automatically, but only by doing it, could he feel that wonderful sense of control.
Based on the Harry Potter novels he has read, most of the wizards in this world are still at the level of casting spells, and there are very few who can study and have their own set of theories.
"If you're not a dark wizard, your reputation won't be lower than Snape's."
"Really?" the old wizard murmured, and finally sneered, "Although I hate my cold-blooded teacher, if he didn't lead me on the road of dark wizards, I wouldn't be able to learn in potions and magic. There is such a result in the curse."
"Little bastard, I know what you think of me, quack quack, because I have a jerk teacher like you."
Anton shrugged, "Yes, if you are still alive, I will still find a way to kill you."
"Quack quack." The old wizard laughed so hard that his hands shook, "It's really interesting."
"Then you will see my teacher soon."
"???" Anton was stunned, "Isn't your teacher dead?"
The old wizard didn't answer, but just smiled mysteriously, "Take the 'Liquid of Fierce Fire' that I researched to kill me, the teacher is still so annoying."