"I'm very afraid of death, idol." Anton smiled lightly, wiping the water droplets on the wand, "I always live so hard, and I may be killed by a curse at any time."
"So I discovered that if this person really wants to live a good life, he must forget about life and death."
Anton shrugged helplessly, "Very contradictory, right?"
"So." Anton raised his wand, "I only do what I want to do, without fear of life or death!"
"Snape! Let's duel!"
"Today, either you die, or I die!"
This was the second time Snape heard it from Anton, with different emotions, but with the same freedom and wildness.
So, flicking his wand, he did a wizard dueling ritual.
"I really admired your talent in Potions, and looked forward to the day when you entered Hogwarts and became my student. It's a pity."
"Sectumsempra!"
"Armor protection!" Anton quickly arranged a defensive cover on his body, and waved his wrist extremely quickly, "Returning souls and reversing organs!"
call out!
The light of the curse pierced the sky, pierced Snape's sleeve and flew into the distance.
"Ah~~~~"
Terrible roar.
The wand in Anton's hand fell, and he grabbed his head vigorously with both hands. The successful release of the 'Displaced Soul Curse' made him feel like his entire head was about to be split open.
It was already painful for him to release too many Iron Armor Curses, but now he released the 'Displaced Soul Curse' overloaded, that feeling was more uncomfortable than the Cruciatus Curse cast by the old wizard on himself.
The whole person seemed to be hollowed out.
The pain spread from the depths of the soul, and I wanted to scratch but didn't know where to scratch.
"Very deep..." Snape raised his sleeves in disbelief, "Dark magic!"
He looked at this child who was less than ten years old in astonishment. It was the first time he had seen such an amazing talent.
ten years old!
Even if they are from pure blood families, many of them have not awakened their magic power yet.
He even dared to say with certainty that most of the young wizards who graduated from Hogwarts couldn't cast spells of this level!
And still...
dark magic!
Snape raised his lips slightly, "Then I'll give you another chance."
His figure flew again, bypassing Anton in an instant, waving his wand and pointing at the werewolf, "Sectumsempra!"
"Protego!"
His spell was bounced off again.
An extremely weak voice came from beside him.
Snape turned his head away in astonishment.
Anton was lying on the broomstick, holding a wand in his hand, panting weakly and smiling.
Blood flowed from his ears.
Blood flowed from his eyes.
Blood flowed from his nostrils.
Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.
But he just smiled, a particularly bright smile.
"Aha! Snape, idol, I didn't expect that I still have a magic wand!" Anton had a smug smile on his face as pale as a dead man, and raised his eyebrows playfully.
Snape frowned, "Is it necessary to do this? Just to protect such a werewolf?"
Anton smiled weakly, "That's a person, it's one, not one head, your idol is not good at Chinese."
Snape smiled, this was the first time Anton had seen the greasy man smile, "You have earned my respect."
"That's it." Anton chuckled, "Someone praised me as an attractive person!"
"Is it..."
"Damned!"
The charming little wizard rolled his eyes, and fell off the broomstick in a very shapeless manner, but was tied to his stomach by a rope and hung in mid-air by the broomstick, which looked extraordinarily funny.
"The wand is coming." The wand that fell halfway and the wand floating on the sea flew and fell into Snape's hands.
"Heh, I really hid one more, it's really cunning."
Snape sneered, inserted two wands into Anton's hair casually, took out a bottle of potion from his wizard robe, and poured it into Anton.
He pursed his lips, looked at Anton, and then at the werewolf howling on the small island...
The sleeves of the wizard's robe flicked.
With a bang, it disappeared in place.
...
...
...
The sun is shining and the sea breeze is blowing.
There was a burst of coldness on the face, and an anxious voice called beside the ear, "Little bastard? Little bastard?"
"Don't make noise." Anton waved his arms as if to repel flies, and scratched his belly.
"Little bastard?" the voice continued.
"It's so noisy!" Anton muttered irritably.
Then, the voice suddenly became louder, sticking to the ear, and shouted loudly: "Why don't you sleep, after you die, you will have plenty of time to sleep!"
Anton woke up suddenly, opened his eyes, "Teacher, I was wrong, I will never..."
"Quack quack quack." The old wizard pointed at Anton with his left hand, and let out a strange quack-quack laugh with his head resting on his right hand. "Your habit is very interesting."
"MMP!" Anton looked around uncomfortably. It was calm and everything was peaceful.
Only the rope tied to the broomstick floating in the air made my stomach ache.
He struggled to climb onto the broomstick, pulled the rope, and pulled his wand out of his hair. After a moment, he suddenly exclaimed, "Lupine!"
The broomstick turned around and swooped down.
Lu Ping leaned palely on a mechanical fragment, looked at him tenderly, "I was saved by you again."
Anton looked strange, "I originally planned to find you as a bodyguard and teacher."
Lupine smiled, "I'll be your bodyguard when I'm well."
Seeing that Lupine was fine, Anton quickly raised the broom again, looked at the old wizard, "Where are Anna and Pedro?"
"Floating on the sea." The old wizard shrugged his headless shoulders, "Unfortunately, my stupid teacher is not dead."
"..."
A huge wooden board was floating on the sea, Pedro was lying with his eyes closed, and Anna was holding the suitcase tightly and sitting aside, seeing Anton riding a broom through the white clouds and descending.
"Anton!" Anna exclaimed in surprise, throwing away the suitcase and pounced on it.
She hugged him tightly, "Great, you're fine!"
"I saw it all, you stand in front, you are a hero!"
As he spoke, he couldn't help kissing Anton's cheek again.
Then she reacted, and ran back a little shyly, holding the suitcase to cover her face, peeping at him with only one big eye.
Anton was stunned, touched his wet cheeks, and saw the old wizard's weird smile on his face.
He looked at Anna's delicate face, took a deep breath, and secretly warned himself not to smelt copper.
Smelting copper is shameful.
So he smiled brightly and looked at Anna, "I think we can be good friends."
Anna blinked her eyes wide, "Good friend?"
She smiled sweetly and nodded vigorously, "Okay, you are my best friend now."
Only then did Anton breathe a sigh of relief. Look, he was thinking too much.
So he laughed too.
Laughter resounded across the sea, and the two who survived the catastrophe laughed loudly and spread far away.
But Anton soon stopped laughing.
When he used the broomstick to pull the big wooden board back to the small island, looked at the barren ruins, felt his hungry stomach...
"Anna, it seems that no one can live here, or can we go to your house to rest for a while, you see, Pedro is a good friend of your father."
Anna shook her head, "Yes, I can, but I don't know how to go back. The few family manors I know are covered by powerful magic, and they can only be teleported in with a special spell. My father has gone out again."
Anton blinked, "How soon will he be back?"
"Half a year?"
"So long!" Anton took a breath, "He just left you here?"
Anna looked a little frustrated, and gently tapped a small stone with her toes, "Anna has a very strange disease, my father has been trying to cure me, he travels around, and often doesn't see him a few times a year. "
Blood Curse!
Anton thought of this instantly and sighed.
After being silent for a while, he looked at the world blankly, not knowing where to go next.
It's so annoying, why is he always troubled by this problem!