Chapter 100 The Weeping Neville

"It seems that you are recovering well." Madam Pomfrey was very pleased.

In the afternoon, Anton was discharged from the hospital again. Eh, why do you say again?

At this time, the afternoon class was over, and Anton didn't bother to go back to the dormitory at all, and walked directly to the Weasley cabin outside the castle.

The classes of Professor Snape and Professor Voldemort always give him countless inspirations.

He found that he did exactly what Voldemort said, casting the spell gracefully, easily, and effortlessly, as if he really had one.

Floating spell!

Oh, and there's also a 'moving figure'.

Levitating objects, deforming soil, as long as he waved his wand, it was so handy.

It's as if the magic has really become an extension of your own will.

No, not will!

It is thoughts.

The environment changes according to the heart, no firm will or strong emotions are required. The effect of the spell changes with one's changing thoughts.

At that time, magic power seems to be an extension of oneself.

Anton couldn't wait to go back and look at the blueprint of the levitating spell magic image recorded by the old wizard.

There must be something different!

Go back to the hut, open the suitcase, jump in, and find the blueprint.

Anton was lost in thought.

"I seem to have discovered something new!"

If magic power comes from the soul, then different souls should have different magic power.

According to Voldemort's long-term educational knowledge, Anton even felt that-everyone, every unique soul, would have their own preferred spells.

This thing is a bit like...

"Natal curse? Natural talent?" Anton's eyes lit up.

"According to this idea..." Anton pulled out his wand, "I should be more relaxed and more comfortable. The effect of the Levitation Charm is definitely different. It should be more varied and powerful!"

Jumping out of the suitcase and letting the elephant vine pull the suitcase into the ground, Anton fell into deep thought.

He pursed his lips, "Some people's natal curses are forgetting curses, disarming curses, and life-killing curses, but Mao's is a floating curse?"

Puzzled.

According to this theory, the spirits and magic of house-elves are absolutely unique because they are extremely good at apparating.

Inexplicably a little unwilling.

I patted my stomach, and at this time, only food can comfort me.

In general, last night was really rewarding, great.

At this time, the sun is setting, the sunset glow in the sky is red, and the water of the Black Lake is rippling, faintly...

"??"

There was a faint and inexplicable crying sound?

And just behind a large pebble by the lake, Anton drew out his wand, intending to go around it.

There are all kinds of weird things in the wizarding world, he is not a cat, and he doesn't have that great curiosity.

At this moment, a figure behind the boulder stood up and looked at him suspiciously, "Anthony?"

Anton blinked, "Neville?"

The chubby child looked very pitiful with tears on his face and dirty body.

"What happened?"

Neville sobbed, "Malfoy...he threw my memory ball into the lake!"

"Gore and the others still bully me."

Anton shrugged, "What a bad boy."

He is not in the mood to uphold justice. Over the past few years, he has learned a truth in the wizarding world. If he wants dignity, wants to protect his property, and even his life, he has to rely on himself!

Want not to be bullied? Then don't let yourself become weak!

"I can't lose my Remembrall, Granny will be mad," sobbed Neville.

"Then get it back!" Anton looked at him, "Do everything possible to get it back, instead of standing aside and crying!"

"But..." Neville looked at the Black Lake with some fear, "It is said that there are mermaids, huge octopuses, horse monsters, and..."

"But you are a wizard!" Anton looked at him coldly.

"Look at how timid you are. When encountering a problem, find a way to solve it instead of being afraid." Anton's tone became high-pitched and hurried, and he stepped forward, "You are a wizard, and you are naturally taller than a mermaid. Wait, you are born higher than an octopus, you are born higher than a horse-shaped water monster, you are a noble wizard!"

Neville looked at him in disbelief, his face flushed, "I... I'm a wizard? Yes, I'm a wizard!"

"That's right. There's no point in crying. It's right to think of a way." Anton patted him on the shoulder with a smile, turned and walked towards the castle, "Think of a way."

"Can you help me?"

Neville's question came from behind him.

Turning around in astonishment, I found that the little boy was looking at him earnestly and sincerely with his fists clenched, his face flushed and he had obviously gathered his courage. "Can you help me? Memory balls are really important to me!"

The corner of Anton's mouth twitched, "Your solution is to ask me for help?"

Neville nodded vigorously.

"Hehe~" Anton smiled, "I'm a Slytherin, Neville, you know, this is different, you need to pay a price if you want my help."

Suddenly, his heart moved, and he looked at Neville seriously.

If the memory in his mind is correct, or if the novel he has read is not a fanfic, Neville is not only a Gryffindor sword master, but also a child who is extremely talented in herbal medicine.

This Hannah who is also married to Iron Man, it is said that that girl eventually became the owner of the Leaky Cauldron and took over Madam Pomfrey's mantle?

Oh, no, I was wrong.

Speaking of Neville, this man eventually became the professor of herbalism at Hogwarts.

Anton raised his eyebrows, he seemed to have found the most suitable experimental assistant, Neville Longbottom!

He walked over with a smile and looked at Neville with a smile, which made the little kid shrink back in fear.

"Then, Neville, may I ask whether you threw a gold memory ball or a silver memory ball?"

"Huh?" Neville stared blankly at him, "No... no, it's just an ordinary memory ball."

"Awesome!"

"Honest boy!"

Anton drew out his wand again, and turned to face the black lake.

"Actually, the most suitable spell right now is the Flying Curse." Anton twisted his shoulders, "Well, I suddenly have a magical idea and plan to try it out."

"This kind of attempt is dangerous, because it will exhaust the magic power of the body, but it will allow me to test another idea."

Anton's murmurs obviously frightened Neville. He looked at this nervous classmate and swallowed.

"If I'm not wrong, then I should be extremely good at this."

Anton swiped his wand gracefully, muttering.

"You have to be very, very talented."

Hands held high.

"As long as I firmly believe!"

Gently, lightly, like the conductor of a symphony orchestra, press down with both hands.

Then, the wand swung upwards violently.

The tranquil lake began to rippling with water waves, slapping on the shore of the lake, rolling up high waves.

"right……"

"That's the feeling..."