Chapter 116 New Wand

In the dead of night, Anton sat on the sofa in the hall and watched the city outside the window quietly.

The hustle and bustle of the Muggle world always reminded him of his previous life.

But he was a little surprised to find that some memories of his previous life were gradually becoming blurred. Unless he planned to use the goblin's memory exploration technology to go back to the depths of the soul to explore, otherwise some things were gradually fading.

He somewhat forgot the face of his girlfriend in his previous life. This was the only thing worth mentioning in his previous life, because in his lonely and withdrawn life in his previous life, this was the only person who had intervened in his life.

He also somewhat forgot about the rented house he lived in, the dark and damp rented house where he could almost reach out and touch the opposite building after opening the window, and it always smelled musty.

Now he can't remember the furnishings there.

People change, emotions, memories, self-awareness, desires, feelings...

Everything changes.

Pulling out the wand bought from Ollivander's wand shop, countless stars popped out.

Apparently, the wand was repelling itself.

This feeling has become more and more intense recently, and after Dumbledore helped cut off the connection with the original soul, it became stronger every day.

"You put too much pressure on yourself, I can see it." Anna walked to her side at some point, and gently handed over a cup of warm scented tea.

She gathered the light green silk skirt and sat quietly on the sofa, looking sideways at Anton.

Anton pursed his lips and said nothing.

Getting along with this quiet girl is when he is most relaxed. He doesn't need to think about how to speak so as not to make himself appear rude or not smart enough.

Anna understood him, and knew that this talkative person was actually a person who liked to be alone and quiet.

"Sometimes, have you ever considered living for yourself?"

Anton raised his head in astonishment, "Live for yourself?"

"Yeah." Anna nodded lightly, "You always worry about this and that, but you never really worry about your own affairs."

"..."

It seems that it really is.

Anton raised his head in confusion and looked out the window.

"I don't know, Ana, I really don't know how to live."

"Without these family members, I might be as lonely and weird as those dark wizards in the gutter."

Anton sighed.

He is always struggling to live, passively accepting the arrangement of fate, and then coping, resisting and planning.

"The way to survive." Anna smiled sweetly at Anton's astonished gaze, "This is a word you often say to others."

"Then what about you, have you thought about how to survive in this world and in the face of everything you face?"

"I……"

On this kind of topic, Anton could talk endlessly for three days and three nights.

However, Anton raised his head, looked at Anna who was sitting quietly there, and suddenly realized that he couldn't get it out.

He didn't need to convince Anna, what he needed was—to convince himself.

Convince yourself with something you don't even believe in?

As he said to Pedro, 'Now is not the age of goblins, but the age of humans. ’, so what about him, now this is not the previous life, but the world of wizards.

He lives here.

It's different here. In the previous life, you can live in a daze, and you can live well as long as you work hard.

But here, if he can't understand his true heart, then he is doomed to fall into mediocrity in magic and be lost to everyone.

This is tantamount to seeking death for a tightrope-walking life.

"My way of living..."

"My heart..."

Anton squinted his eyes and looked out the window, smiled brightly, stood up abruptly, and gently stretched out his hand, "Are you interested in going outside with me to blow some air?"

Anna nodded with a smile, and gently placed her hand on his palm.

Boom!

Countless sparks burst out from the tip of the wand, like a tree of fire and silver flowers.

The two disappeared into thin air.

fly!

Become a color-changing wind bird and fly freely!

Flying in the night sky of the city, flying in the cloudy night sky, flying in the starlight of the vast Milky Way.

An interesting change.

Whether it's transforming into a werewolf or a viper, Anton can't use spells.

But in the state of the color-changing wind bird, he can use the floating spell with ease.

The floating mantra supports two light and non-existent color-changing windbird spore group herbs, floating around, free and easy, and be at ease with the situation.

Unknowingly, the sky brightened.

Anton and Anna stood on the street of Diagon Alley, frowning and looking at the wand in their hands.

This thing is becoming more and more difficult to use, and it is almost out of hand.

"Looks like I'll have to buy a new wand."

Anna looked at Ollivander's wand shop not far away with a smile, "Then we are in the right place."

Anton shrugged, "It's really a guide of fate."

To be able to get here by wandering aimlessly, perhaps it can really be said to be fate.

Anton walked straight towards the wand shop. The wand in his hand was not even good as a spare wand. He was very worried that if he put it in the hidden button of his clothes, he would accidentally set his clothes on fire.

Push open the door and walk to the bar.

Snapped.

The wand was on the table.

"Boss, return the goods!"

Mr. Ollivander was busy on the table, he raised his head in astonishment, his silver eyes looked at Anton in surprise, and then at his wand.

"Impossible, how could it resist you?"

Anton sighed, "I changed my mind, it left sadly, it's that simple."

Anna chuckled.

"It's possible!" Mr. Ollivander blinked his eyes that seemed as pale as the whites of his eyes, "The yew wood and thestral tail hair that represent death are obviously not suitable for you anymore, you have a breath of new life .”

"Vigorous as the rising sun in the morning, warm and peaceful."

Anton was curious, "Is this some kind of detection magic?"

Mr. Ollivander just smiled lightly, shaking his white hair, "The intuition of a cane maker."

Hehe, do you believe me?

The effect of this spell has obviously touched the soul, and it is definitely a very high-end method to be able to observe the breath of the soul.

Show.

The wizarding world surprises Anton all the time.

Soon, Mr. Ollivander pulled out a wand from the store full of wands, "Try this one, the material of alder is a kind of wood that is not easy to bend, but I find that its ideal owner is neither stubborn nor stubborn, Instead, wizards who are helpful, considerate and likeable."

After Anton held it, he felt a comfortable feeling, like meeting a close friend.

"No, no, its performance is too ordinary." Mr. Ollivander pulled it out of Anton's hand, put it back in the box on the table, and walked towards the crowded pile of boxes muttering.

"Try this one again." Mr. Ollivander pushed another wand. "There are not many wands made of applewood. They are powerful, and they are especially suitable for those with lofty ideals and pursuits. This is because Applewood is not good for dark magic."

Whoosh whoosh.

Two or three dots of light spewed out from the tip of the wand, as if celebrating.

"It can be used, but it's still average." Mr. Ollivander was obviously dissatisfied, but Anton felt that the handle felt good, except that it was not suitable for black magic, but it was not bad. He may have missed the black magic in recent years up.

"found it."

Mr. Ollivander was holding a box like a child, his nose was covered with dust. Obviously, this thing had been placed in an unknown corner before.

"My father, Givens Ollivander, used to say, 'You can never fool the bearer of a cedar wand', and I agree with that: Cedar wands seek out keen and discerning people as your own perfect master."

He was clearly complacent, "However, I want to go a little deeper than my father, especially when their favorite wand has been damaged, and I have never seen the owner of a cedar wand come to me to nurse. A wizard who works well with cedar wands has the potential to be a formidable opponent, and those who challenge them without thinking are often struck down."

"The core of the wand is the tail feather of a thunderbird. Although wands using this core are difficult to master, they are usually very powerful and are very prized by shapeshifters."

Anton took the stick and raised his eyebrows.

There is no vision, only a kind of comfort like a spring breeze. He even has a smooth feeling that he is between the transformation of a wizard and a color-changing wind bird.

"Hahaha, my intuition is right." Mr. Ollivander smiled smugly.

Anton also smiled, "Okay, help me wrap all three wands."

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