Chapter 1016 You Have to Know How to Keep a Hand

Chapter 1016 You have to know how to keep a hand

When he came out of Dumbledore's Academy of Magic, Anton originally planned to go directly back to the Tower of Asylum, but Dobby the house elf came to find him first.

"Miss Anna Rozier asked me to inform you that she is going to take everyone to the Muggle world to find a biologist for supplementary lessons."

"What?" Anton looked at Dobby in astonishment.

Dobby also looked confused, "At the beginning, the two twins, Mr. Weasley, thought that various animals could not be raised irregularly in the shelter tower, and planned to make a plan. Miss Hannah Abbott recommended them to watch some Muggle animals. Biology books."

"So loyal Dobby volunteered to buy, and Miss Hannah Abbott said she might want some books on plants too."

"Then Miss Anna Rozier suggested that everyone should simply take a systematic course on biology."

"She contacted Director Lupin's wife, Ms. Ilsa Lupine, and it is said that she has arranged private lessons for everyone."

"Now they're all gone."

Anton chuckled, "They used to complain that I went to the cram school during the holidays, look, look, didn't they go too!"

This is definitely the biggest transformation Anton has brought to the cabin.

Of course, it's not a cram school thing.

Whether it's Voldemort, Grindelwald, Dumbledore, or the officials of the Ministry of Magic, what they expect from the 'sub-wizards' is more to hope that these Muggles can make full use of their original magic when they have magic. The Muggle world has a good grasp of knowledge and skills.

But never thought about it this way-wizards go to learn Muggle knowledge.

Anton asked Dobby to go back first, thought for a while, and simply walked towards Professor Snape's office.

The Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry seemed very quiet during the holidays. There were no noisy students, and even most of the professors had left the school.

At such a quiet moment, the gatekeeper of the castle, Filch, dragged a deck chair to the corner of the castle gate, lying on it and holding Mrs. Norris (the cat) in the sun, looking extraordinarily comfortable.

Obviously, in the eyes of many people, this is not only a school, but more like their home.

If they left here, maybe they would really be homeless.

Filch is not the only one who makes Hogwarts his home, but also Professor Hagrid and Professor Snape. Perhaps this is why these two have a good relationship with Filch in private—they are basically family members.

During the months when the students were on vacation, in the empty castles, when they met and greeted each other, there would be inexplicable and warm smiles.

Of course, in addition to the two Anton knew well, there were other professors too, such as Ms. Trelawney, a divination professor who drank heavily every day.

Anton had no intention of destroying the peace and tranquility. He glanced at Filch from a distance, and let the 'Free Wind Bird' lead him to the corridor between the castles on the second floor, and walked up the stairs to Professor Snape's office.

When he came to the door, Anton thought for a while, took out a snuff box from the pocket of his wizard robe, and looked inside with one eye open.

You have to bring something as a gift when you come to visit.

Of course, it wasn't for Stanley, who wasn't polite to Stanley, it was for Ms. Gillian Nicklaus (the female werewolf).

After tossing and turning, I finally found a few gift boxes from those magic materials and semi-finished potions. These were some dried fruit refreshments made of exquisite magic fruits that Fudge had given to Anton.

Because of her hometown, Ms. Nicklaus likes to cook some milk tea, which is the most suitable gift.

Anton knocked on the door, and after a while Ms. Nicklaus came and answered it.

The moment the door was opened, a unique magical atmosphere rushed over.

It even made Anton's entire arm crawl with goosebumps.

"Ah, Anton is here." Ms. Nicklaus looked at Anton with a smile, and beckoned him to go in. "Sev is preparing potions, please keep your voice down and don't disturb him."

Anton smiled and nodded as he presented the gift, but his eyes couldn't help looking at Lao Si at the long experimental table.

how long……

Don't feel the threat of this terrible magic?

It is a kind of fear instinct that originates from the depths of the soul, for the power that may cause harm to oneself, as if facing the fear of animals in the upper reaches of the food chain, it is particularly unique.

Professor Snape looked up at Anton, nodded, and continued to stir slowly in the cauldron with his head down and his wand.

From time to time, I stretched out my left hand to grab some powder from a wooden box next to it, and added it carefully little by little.

Anton leaned his head over the crucible and looked around for a while, took a breath, and frowned slightly thinking about what this thing was.

This was obviously not a conventional potion. There was a silver light shining in the crucible, and the liquid looked like a viscous silver slurry, which looked like mercury.

But Anton knew that it wasn't mercury, nor was it Lao Si's Patronus Charm or something like that.

It was a most wicked thing—unicorn blood.

The most pure and holy unicorns in the legend, but their blood carries the most vicious curse. This kind of thing has been completely abandoned outside the formal potion science when the "modern magic system" was established.

After a while, Snape finally finished adding the powder, carefully adjusted the heat of the alcohol lamp under the crucible, packed up the wooden box, washed his palms with a blue liquid medicine, and greeted Ann Go east to the side.

"This is a magic potion that was not very common in ancient times."

"In order to treat your mushy soul back then, I specifically searched for information on this type of medicine that can act on the soul, and only now did I see this on a broken sheepskin manuscript in the library."

Snape looked at Anton's curious baby, and could not help but smile, "It is impossible to verify who the wizard who invented this potion is. The most famous record is Melissa who successfully concocted this potion. Simeone."

Anton's eyes lit up. He had heard this name before when he was reading banned books in the school library. The relevant memories quickly jumped into his mind, and he recalled them all in an instant, "It's the witch who offered potions to the sleeping prince. She finally assisted the prince to become king and queen?"

Don't ask why there are so many princes and princesses in Europe, the king of this place is sometimes similar to a village head or county head in Anton's previous life.

Snape took Ms. Nicklaus' milk tea with a smile, took a sip, and then explained to Anton.

"Yes, it is said that the prince offended a passing bard and was stunned by the other party's witchcraft. It is said that there is a huge long-nosed monster lying on his soul. The prince's fragile soul cannot bear such a load. Just fell into a deep sleep."

"Thanks to this record, this ancient potion formula was passed down."

"In order to keep the mystery, witches who brewed potions in ancient times didn't have the need to spread knowledge, so they generally didn't name potions. I called it 'soul purification potion' according to its function."

"I followed the method of the 'A Ray of Sunshine Curse' you developed and the Patronus Charm I studied, and improved this potion with the idea of ​​integrating the spell and potion."

Snape waved his wand, and a piece of parchment flew over, with tiny flames surging on it, burning some words.

They are the original formula, the improved formula he researched, and the improved idea.

After Anton finished reading, the flames ignited violently, burning the parchment in a moment.

"Don't say it out loud, as long as you understand it, I'm worried that some fortune-teller will sense the magic power generated by our conversation and ascertain the possible fate."

Snape shook his head at Anton.

He was obviously extremely careful.

Because this potion was used against Voldemort.

The effect is actually positive, the effect is to cleanse the soul and wash away the extra things other than the soul.

It can even be called a 'pure soul purification potion'.

But the purer it is, the more evil it may be.

If this potion is given to Nicolas May, it will guarantee that this hundreds-year-old man will die instantly.

And if it is given to Voldemort to drink, it can even directly destroy the Horcrux on Lao Voldemort.

Of course, the method of drinking it is too reluctant. Using mist inhalation or weapon poisoning is an excellent method of administering medicine.

In this regard, Lao Si's research is much better than Anton's.

Anton raised his eyebrows, came to the crucible again to smell it, and finally shook his head at Snape, "I feel a great threat, but it's just a threat, not to the point of destruction."

Snape was not in a hurry, he just squinted his eyes and leaned on the back of the sofa, "It hasn't been cooked completely yet, let's see when the time comes."

He glanced at Anton, "You came just in time, make me a Horcrux, I need to test the results after the potion is finished."

"I know that people with horcruxes are always fearless of death, and they are more calm when danger comes. Instead, they will not do everything to survive, because they know that they only need to wait for their subordinates to help him hold the resurrection ceremony."

"But, if he is killed by this just before his death..."

Snape sneered.

Anton took a breath, and was extremely shocked. This thing, I am afraid that even the "life existence" that he drew and collected may be useless!

Mom~

These big wizards really shouldn't be underestimated!

"Anton..."

Snape sat up, leaned closer, and stared at him, "Don't talk about everything you learn, you have to know how to hold back."

"I know that you have learned a lot from Voldemort. Some magic systems are even based on Horcruxes. You should understand the severity and don't tell anyone about this potion formula."

"Even if it was the original broken animal skin manuscript that recorded the original formula, I also used some means to speed up its damage. Now there are only half of the irrelevant records left on it."

"According to the characteristics of ancient wizards who don't like to spread knowledge, this manuscript may even be the only one. You and I may be the last to know the formula of this potion."

"you……"

"Understood?"

Anton sat obediently, nodding frantically.

I understand, I really don't understand too much, he just likes to have some fun, and he is not a brain-dead, I can only say that I am grateful to Snape for his selfless care for him.

Today, Lao Si really taught himself a lesson, making Anton's real "arrogance and prejudice" disappear.

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