The Grey Wizard of Hogwarts

By the time the five returned to Weasley's cabin, night had fallen.

The pupa of the ghost-faced hawkmoth absorbs all other potion materials, and turns itself into a small hairball the size of a fingernail.

This means that Anton is correct in simplifying the steps.

The five came to the terrace on the second floor to welcome the baptism of the moonlight.

"Everything has a price, and the simplification of steps will bring about an increase in risk. We only need to hold this hairball for one night, but we need to restrain the killing intent in our hearts and keep reciting Animagus's words in our hearts. Become a spell."

Anton threw the hair ball into his mouth at will, and in an instant, the world turned blood red, and all the people beside him turned into strange images, and the eyes of dark wizards were everywhere.

"Everyone doesn't carry a magic wand. If you still can't restrain the negative emotions such as killing intent, fear, anger, etc., I will tie you up."

"But I hope..."

Anton stared at them and said seriously, "Remember, we are wizards, noble wizards, nothing can control our minds, neither magic spells nor potions, this is an experience of the mind, I hope you can stick to your heart."

No one answered him, and the faces of the four were different.

Neville looked resolute, staring closely at the Forbidden Forest in the distance, a battle and killing during the day, made this little boy mature a lot.

Hannah slumped on the ground, as if she saw something horrible, and finally she stood up with gritted teeth.

"I don't think we can stand like that," Fred suggested.

"Indeed, Anton, can't you transform the house? Make a few reclining chairs, and we can enjoy a good moonbath." George added.

It looked calm, so calm that it didn't look like the twins themselves.

Anton smiled, and after a battle, these four people had an inexplicable idol burden of "I'm actually very good, I need to maintain my image".

Fit, keep fitting!

Neville, your legs are shaking, Hannah, your expression is so stiff that you're about to collapse.

Complaining in his heart, he still made five reclining chairs on the terrace.

Everyone took their seats.

Anton could hear secretly relieved voices, one after another.

The moon was beautiful tonight, and the moon didn't disappear in the middle of the night, or they would have to start all over again.

In this way, before the sun rose, several people buried the bottle containing the potion into the ground of Weasley's hut.

Pulled by the elephant-eating vine to the very depths of the ground, it is quiet, undisturbed, and protected by the elephant-eating vine.

Then they have to wait for a storm to come.

Maybe tomorrow morning, maybe two years from now, who knows.

The weather in the wizarding world is disturbed by magic, and it is not interoperable with the weather in the Muggle world, and Anton has no way to judge when there will be a storm based on the weather forecast in the Muggle world.

Be patient.

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...

It was not until the next night that Anton came to Quirrell's office with a simple mix of a rune snake and a jar of snake blood.

Quirrell couldn't wait to take it, opened the cork, and drank half the bottle in one go.

"Okay...it seems...it doesn't seem to be that useful anymore." Quirrell looked sad, "I need to go to sleep, otherwise I feel like I can't hold it anymore."

If even the magic potion prepared with the blood of magical animals is useless, he can only go to the last step.

Unicorn blood.

God, he really doesn't want to drink the blood that represents holiness and is actually full of filth and curses. After contamination, he will be severely cursed and turned into an immortal life.

"The Philosopher's Stone! Idiot!" A sharp cry came from inside the hat, "The Philosopher's Stone can lift this curse!"

Oh, Lord Dark Lord spied on his thoughts again.

In other words, his every moment was under the Dark Lord's eyelids.

Quirrell sighed helplessly, and before he could drive Anton away, he staggered into the back of the office, where there was a bed.

pat.

He fell on the bed and fell asleep in an instant.

"Get that snake out of the iron cage!" came a sharp voice from the hat.

Anton nodded and waved his wand gently, the fully enclosed iron cage began to deform, and the rune snake crawled out.

He activated the 'Sorcerer's Eye' spell early, staring straight at Quirrell's head.

I saw those black threads drifting gently in the air from deep within the dark green cracks on Quirrell's body.

The reddest, whole black mass floated out of Quirrell.

Under Anton's normal right eye line of sight, a thick gray-black fog appeared in front of him.

The dense fog was rushing towards the rune snake at a very fast speed.

Possessed again!

Anton raised his eyebrows. He found that when Voldemort possessed the Rune Snake, several color blocks that were about to split on his body quickly turned into a mass of black silk threads with strange clusters.

Immediately immersed in the rune snake.

"!!!" Haha, he seems to have recorded another interesting magic image.

But, what effect should this magic spell have now?

Awesome!

"That's good." Voldemort's voice came out of the snake's mouth, back to that graceful tone.

"Even the body of an ordinary rune is more comfortable than in the head of a **** like Quirrell."

"Anthony..."

"Join my Death Eaters, I give up the idea of ​​swallowing you, your excellence is more useful, you need a bigger stage." Voldemort's rune body raised three heads, staring at Anton .

This was clearly the greatest goodwill Voldemort could show.

After getting along for so long, Anton could feel that Voldemort was such an extremely proud person that he didn't even bother to lie.

It is so natural to say that you want to kill you, and it is so natural to say that you do not intend to kill.

Anton pursed his lips.

He thought about it seriously, and then looked at Lao Fu, "Okay, tell me what your program is?"

"Programme?" Voldemort raised his voice as if in disbelief.

Just know.

You just want to be sabotage, to be dictatorial, that's all.

So I want to take my life and play this kind of boring trick with you for Mao?

"Only if I become strong will I be able to help you." Anton looked at Voldemort sincerely, "However, if I become strong, under the inherent rules, I can live a very nourishing life. The desire is not strong, why should I be so exhausted?"

"Following your steps, I have nothing to gain except the need to keep killing people, and I have to fight against Dumbledore and the Ministry of Magic."

"No! You don't understand!" Voldemort's voice became a little sharp, "Pure blood is noble, and it should maintain the blood of the wizarding world. For so many years, the wizarding world has been constantly mixing blood, constantly mixing blood, which has led to the generation of wizards. Not as good as a generation.”

"If it goes on like this, don't say Muggles, all intelligent creatures will want to take the place of wizards."

"Goblins, centaurs, vampires, werewolves..."

"Even house-elves would want to step on wizards' heads."

"Oh, at that time, the Muggle world protected by Dumbledore will face a group of goblins or other possibilities."

"Those intelligent races don't control Muggles the same way we do."

"They'll kill all the magical babies, and finally cut off the wizards."

Anton shook his head, "No!"

"Everything you say is based on the achievements of the 'Sorcerer's bloodline representative'."

He looked at Voldemort seriously, "But the truth is, wizards don't become stronger because of blood, the source of wizard's power comes from the heart, as long as there is a trace of wizard blood, everyone is on the same level, compared to only heart!"

"Self-knowledge, memory, emotion, emotion, will, desire, regret, etc., are the source of the wizard's power, not blood!"

"A lot of times, we can even throw away the body, let alone the ridiculous pedigree."

"Hahahaha." Voldemort laughed weirdly, "Is that really the case?"

"You have indeed gone deep in the path of magic."

"But you didn't find that every powerful wizard has pure blood, even if it is a mixed blood, it is the first time a mixed blood wizard."

"Wizards who have been born from mixed blood many times, do they really have a way to master this kind of spiritual power?"

"Look at the classmates around you... Anthony..." Voldemort dragged a long voice, three heads and six eyes staring at Anton coldly, "Tell me, who can be called excellent, or potential Perfect, but not pure-blood or first-time mixed-blood?"

"A lot." Anton said, thinking for a while, but heaved a sigh of relief, "It seems..."

It doesn't seem like there is! ! ! !

Purebloods do have a lot of silly kids born of inbred products, like Brack and Goyle. But even if they are idiots like these two, Braque can still unleash the high-end black magic that can burn Horcruxes~www.readwn.com~ Who else?

By the way, the wandering Lupin.

Anton quickly flipped through the information deep in his mind, and finally took a breath.

Lupin came from a pure blood family, the Lupin family.

His father, Lyle Lupin, was a world-renowned authority on non-human ghosts and phantoms. The Ministry of Magic invited him to join the Department of Magical Creatures Management and Control, which shows that he highly recognized his professional abilities.

Therefore, Lupin's achievements in black magic creatures come from the inheritance of the family.

Gan!

Isn't Lao Fu fooling around?

Anton looked bewildered.

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