Chapter 969: The Legend of the Free Wind Bird

Anton ignored the two old men, he didn't know why, and suddenly had a brilliant idea.

Can't wait to try it out!

"When despair strikes, everyone is looking forward to it..." He gently swayed the wand in his hand, muttering in his mouth.

"What did you say?" Hannah, who was standing beside her, looked back at him suspiciously.

But Anton didn't answer, he seemed to be immersed in some kind of magical rhythm, raised his hands slightly, and waved his wand lightly.

Muttering in his mouth, "Therefore, there are wind birds that breed in desire, spread their wings thousands of miles, and engulf everything."

"No one can see its shape, but everyone feels its lightness, romance and freedom."

"No one touches its wings, but everyone feels its tolerance, gently and powerfully wrapping everyone around."

An invisible wind lingered around Anton, fluttering his wizard robe, and his golden-red hair fluttered wantonly.

Anton gently raised his wand and looked at his friends with a smile, "Remember, this is the legend of the free wind bird."

"???" George and the others looked at each other, wondering why Anton was going crazy again.

Only Anna raised her head and looked at Anton's side face, as if looking at the stars.

The breeze blows in the silent place.

In an instant, it turned into an endless torrent, full of everyone, flying forward along the cell aisles layer after layer in the underground cave.

"What's wrong? What happened?"

"How did I fly?"

"Merlin's beard, I can't control myself!"

"Ah~~~"

"I... I seem to feel like I'm standing on top of a huge bird..." Neville stared blankly at a wall of this underground prison getting closer, but he didn't feel any panic. Yes, he just said Unstoppable freedom.

Sure enough, the breeze that swept him and everyone flying forward quickly bypassed the wall in an instant and flew towards the entrance to the upper dungeon.

But……

Neville couldn't feel the existence of the bird again, everything seemed to be an illusion, so wonderful.

No!

It was a formless bird, he was sure of it!

"Color-changing windbird?" Among the crowd being swept up, Voldemort gently broke away from Bella's tight embrace, frowning as he felt the strange wind sweeping everyone.

This is an extremely complicated spellcasting.

Faintly in this strong wind, he felt Anton's 'bionic spell', no, not only this, but also the Patronus spell, Flying spell, Levitation spell, Shadowing spell (a magic spell that follows others' apparition) curse)……

He even felt a very unique will, a rhythm composed of countless wills, drawn by a certain will to run in one direction.

That feeling is like casting a spell collectively.

No!

Voldemort's brows furrowed deeper and deeper, savoring carefully.

He seemed to feel the magical taste of some kind of 'resurrection'. Yes, he was too familiar with this kind of magic. After all, he had done crazy sit-ups in the resurrection ceremony. (796 chapters)

It's resurrection!

But it's not a resurrection technique!

He even vaguely felt a trace of an extremely unique vitality, which was similar to his own unique animal life that appeared after the successful practice of the 'Animagus' transfiguration technique.

But there are some subtle differences!

this……

What the hell is magic?

Witchcraft like ancient magic, but also full of traces of modern magic system!

Damn it!

Anton, this student who he could handle at will, has grown to such a level without knowing it?

What a proud man Voldemort was.

It was simply unacceptable that he couldn't see through Anton's spellcasting!

Obviously he can perceive many details, obviously he knows that he can do these details, but he knows that he has no way to cast such a unique magic in this way!

The breeze was surging.

A gigantic wind bird without a real body spread its huge wings in a soft cry that could not be heard but resounded in everyone's soul, and turned into a breeze again, blending into the sea breeze.

It's amazing!

Just now everyone was screaming in despair on the ground, but now everyone appeared on the ground, facing the sea breeze on the island of Azkaban, listening to the sound of swaying branches of the surrounding trees.

"Anton, what the hell is this?" Hannah screamed excitedly. She thought of what Anton had chanted underground just now, and she really loved this kind of mythical and epic spellcasting!

If she wants to write it down, she must carefully record it in the book "The Memorabilia of the Cabin".

"Quack quack..."

"Professor Dumbledore taught, a magical transfiguration technique that creates life!"

Anton narrowed his eyes slightly, stretched his hands, as if embracing the breeze, and said happily, "From now on, the Weasley family will also have the affinity of 'Free Wind Bird'."

Of course, this Weasley family is not his uncle Arthur's Weasley family, but the Weasley family after Anton.

A magical unique magic that accompanies the blood.

Tsk~ Ness!

The Transfiguration World of Albus is such an awesome Transfiguration idea.

It was so much fun!

People around looked at Anton in amazement, even though there was too much information about how powerful Anton was, even though they had seen so many magic videos of Anton and Voldemort fighting, even if they felt it in New York. That terrible cycle of nuclear explosions...

Now accepting Anton's spellcasting in person still shocked everyone.

this……

Is it the strength of a top wizard boss?

It seems that Anton's magic is different from Dumbledore, Voldemort, and Grindelwald, and it seems to be taking a completely different path, which is more magical, treacherous, and wonderful...

Although it's a bit strange to say this, Anton's spellcasting actually made the group of people who were the best wizards at the scene think-wow~, this is magic!

Yes, it's the feeling of awe that Muggles watch wizards cast spells.

It is a very wonderful sense. There are countless top wizards in the wizarding world, and they all entered the political circle in the end, but only people like Anton make people feel...

He deserves to be called a wizard!

Such a spellcasting made too many people suddenly feel small.

The soul-shocking feeling, as if the practice of fighting for rights and interests has been made a little dwarfed by the foil.

In this way, the whole scene no longer smelled of gunpowder, and it became a little weird.

Anton broke away from the wonderful state of casting, raised his eyebrows, and looked at Voldemort not far away, "I want to make a deal with you."

Voldemort's face was uncertain, and finally he snorted coldly, "I don't accept the deal!"

"No, you will." Anton grinned, gestured with the wand in his hand, and chanted a spell softly, "Xiao Yuanwu Phantom Shuttle!"

A distorted, irregular and fast-rotating channel appeared in front of him. This space channel did not know where it led. It fought against the protective magic of the Ministry of Magic on the island of Azkaban, and countless sparks appeared.

That's no spark!

The colorful stars splashed towards the side, and everyone who was affected backed away in panic. The thing seemed to give people the illusion of space distortion. If you look at it too much, you may even feel dizzy and nauseous.

Anton gently stretched his hand in, he didn't know what he was holding, and pulled it out suddenly.

Suddenly, a figure appeared in front of him.

That's Barty Crouch Jr.!

Being strangled by Anton's neck, his hands and feet turned into rubber without bones, and fell limply to the side.

Little Barty suddenly saw Anton and was about to curse angrily. Suddenly, he felt that Anton's grip on his neck became extremely strong, as if he was being pinched by a werewolf, almost pinching his neck broken.

Immediately, the whole face flushed red, and gradually, it began to turn blue again.

"Barty Crouch Jr." Anton looked up at Voldemort, "I will trade his life with you, so that you don't care about the harm Professor Snape has done to you this time."

From Anton's standpoint, he is more eager for magic to bring some beautiful changes to the world, and he doesn't like war.

But if the fight had to start, he didn't mind starting it himself.

He hoped to protect the only Professor Snape who treats him purely, and he didn't want Voldemort to keep staring at Professor Snape endlessly. If this is the case, the conflict cannot be avoided, so what if the war starts now!

Was Anton ever afraid of something?

He just didn't want to kill Voldemort and bring less variety and fun to the world.

After all, he really felt that the world would be much more interesting with people like Voldemort.

However, if conflict is inevitable, kill Voldemort today!

Anton is waiting for an answer, everyone is waiting for an answer, and this answer will even affect the pattern of the entire world forever.

Whether Voldemort, or the Dark Lord, or Mr. Riddle, the Speaker of the Magic Congress, may have the answer now.

And the answer is...

"good!"

Light and heavy, Voldemort's voice was inexplicably dry and hoarse, his eyes that were always full of purity seemed to become complicated in an instant, and his tall body gave people an inexplicable feeling of desolation that had gone through vicissitudes.

As soon as Voldemort's words fell, Anton let go of little Barty, and a gust of air staggered back with little Barty who had regained his ability to move.

He looked back at his master slowly, then looked at Anton angrily, and roared, "Ah~~ I'll kill you!"

As he said that, he was about to rush towards Anton.

"Come back, little Barty." Voldemort stopped him, but fixed his eyes on Anton, and finally retracted without a word, turned his head and walked outside the island of Azkaban.

"What are you doing in a daze! Don't do something stupid to ruin the master's plan!" Bella squeezed little Barty's arm vigorously, pulling him to follow the master's footsteps.