Chapter 102: Neville's Faith

The image of Anton waving his magic wand and causing the entire Black Lake to float into the air shocked almost everyone.

Not to mention the praise of the professors, the students almost broke out with extremely crazy enthusiasm.

Especially wizards from Muggle families, who have been fascinated by the power system of certain novels since childhood, always feel that Anton is stronger than the professors.

This even includes a large number of senior students.

Anton really didn't know how to explain it to others. In the end, he could only imitate Professor Quirrell's words numbly, "It takes practice. Practice makes perfect. You can do it too. Come on!"

Then those inspired students left with excitement.

The power of role models is infinite, and the students showed great enthusiasm for the Charms class, which made Professor Flitwick very happy.

Anton wasn't far more powerful than the seniors.

It's just that many young wizards and even adult wizards can't understand such a thing: making a feather float and making a stone float have nothing to do with magic power or the strength of the spell!

They are only about whether the spell works or not.

A person can levitate a feather but not a rock, not because his spell is not strong enough, but because the levitating spell he cast on the rock was unsuccessful.

And whether it can be successful, the biggest reason is the wizard's will.

One of them includes whether the wizard really thinks he can do it.

This kind of self-confidence is not blind self-confidence, it is not rootless, it is a complex combination that requires emotions, memory, confidence, etc., which are difficult to describe with quantifiers.

Psychic power is a strange feeling, it's hard to describe in words.

Anton didn't bother to explain clearly to others, could he still tell others the reason behind the old wizard's most precious sentence, "Wizards are gods"?

Other people's compliments are foreign things, Anton didn't take it to heart.

It was as if Snape and the others sat around and examined themselves that day, and Anton didn't take it seriously.

Voldemort's lessons can always leverage the knowledge treasures of the Volcanova witches deep in his memory, coupled with what he has learned and thought accumulated over time, Anton once again put a lot of energy into the laboratory.

Still the quiet kid who focused on research.

That night, the twins took their broomsticks to the Forbidden Forest, and Neville came.

"I... I don't know what I can do." Neville looked a little timid.

Snapped.

A large bamboo basket of herbs was thrown in front of him.

"Septicemia, cut off the first half of the leaf with the tip and put it in a jar, put the roots in the cloth bag next to it, and take the rest to the door to feed the eating elephant vine."

"It's easy, isn't it?"

Neville nodded, sat down and picked up the scissors and herbs, a little at a loss, "How big should I cut it in half?"

Anton thought for a while, sat next to him, tore off a leaf, and broke it in half.

"The effect of septicemia is to dry up the body's blood. It is a highly poisonous herb."

Pat, Neville was so frightened that the scissors and herbs in his hand fell into the bamboo basket.

"But what's interesting is that as long as herbs, or plants, each represents a life, the most vigorous place is the leaves." Anton talked eloquently. He realized it little by little under joint education, and he felt that Neville had made a lot of money.

"They inhale the sun, the essence of dew, and the breath of life between heaven and earth to nourish the plants. Unlike the rhizomes, the leaves of septicemia have a wonderful balance of death and vitality."

Anton threw the second half of the leaf, which was connected to the plant, into his mouth and chewed it. After a while, his mouth began to turn black, his lips became gray-black visible to the naked eye, bloodstains cracked, and his teeth were also lost. luster.

"The second half has a lot of highly toxic ingredients with a breath of death."

Neville gasped, pointed at Anton's mouth tremblingly, and exclaimed, "You! You're bleeding!"

Anton shrugged his shoulders, and continued to chew, "Um~ the breath of death, by the way, this thing tastes good, it has a fragrance like honey."

Neville's eyes widened, and he kind of wanted to run away from here.

It's as if Harry and the others persuaded themselves not to play with Anton during the two days of struggle.

This man looks like an evil wizard!

grunt.

Anton swallowed the half leaf directly!

Just swallow it!

Neville was going crazy, didn't you say that this thing is highly poisonous?

Didn't you say that there is still a breath of death?

Not long after, the corners of Anton's mouth cracked, gray and black spread along the mouth, and the entire chin began to look like cracked charcoal.

Then, Anton threw the other half of the tipped leaves into his mouth, his eyes sparkled, "Haha, I didn't notice before that the breath of life is actually a bit fresh and salty, it's perfect seasoning."

As he chewed again, half of his face began to return to normal, delicate and rosy again.

The wounds at the corners of the mouth and lips had all healed, and the dark red lips began to turn back to a light, healthy pink.

"In short..."

Anton stood up, "I only need the half with the tip of the leaf, and the roots are extremely poisonous, which is also a great potion material, and the rest can be fed to the elephant vine for me. That's it."

He propped his hands on the table and looked down at the clearly terrified child.

"Neville, you won't let me down, will you?"

The poor child really didn't dare to say something like I'm leaving and I can't do it well, so he nodded nervously, tore off a leaf, picked up the scissors, and finally cried with a sad face, "I don't know how much to cut is your The half that is said to have vitality."

"Based on feeling!" Anton said indifferently.

"The best effect of cutting the leaves in half was discovered by myself. I don't have the energy to make a processing standard for it. Neville, it depends on my feeling."

"But……"

"No but!" Anton stared at him closely, "Remember, you are a wizard, the noblest wizard among all creatures, follow your wizard instinct, with an indomitable momentum, whether it is killing enemies, releasing Curse, or deal with herbs!"

"Although I know it's a bit ridiculous to say this, but the best standard for herbal medicine treatment, or even potion refining - is to follow your feelings."

"Don't have any hesitation, cut it out according to your feeling, believe in yourself, the half you cut out is the best."

"It takes talent!"

Anton lightly clapped his hand on Neville's shoulder, staring at him closely, "You are born with this talent, trust your own intuition! I need you to handle this herbal medicine with extreme confidence. It will be the highest quality potion ingredients, understand?"

Neville looked at him in astonishment, and murmured, "I have this talent?"

"Yes, you have this talent!"

"Neville, you have to believe that I'm not a fool. Septicemia is a potion material that I want to use in large quantities. If this thing is accidentally mixed up, it will cause unpredictable consequences." Anton stared at Neville with a smile, " If you are not careful, I will even drink the wrong potion and die."

"I put my life in your hands, Neville."

"I believe in you, so please believe in yourself too!"

Neville's expression became serious, he panted heavily, and tightly clenched the scissors in his hands, "Since... no one has ever trusted me so much!"

Anton patted him on the shoulder with a smile, "Your energy is beyond your imagination, come on!"

Neville looked up at the man who was smiling so brightly, as if Anton's whole body was glowing.

"Ok!"

He nodded vigorously.

At this time, he only had one belief - he couldn't live up to this trust, and couldn't let Anton down!