Chapter 161 Daisy, Sweet Cream and Sunshine

"Daisies, sweet cream and sunshine..."

The dough floats in the air, stirring and kneading repeatedly.

Raisins are sprinkled lightly.

"A more proper flame..." Anton waved his wand, and a flaming flower bloomed around the dough floating in mid-air. "Turn this ball into bread!"

The dough rises rapidly and becomes lightly browned, taking on an attractive color.

The fragrance permeates...

Drizzle gently and land on the plate.

"Chrysanthemum-flavored raisin milk bun." Anton looked at the crowd in front of him with a smile, "Please enjoy."

"That's amazing!" Anna looked at the delicious buns on the plate with bright eyes.

"Wow~~" the twins were amazed, it was time for Lupine to get married, and the Weasleys came a day earlier to see if there was anything they could do to help.

Ron expressed his shock. He turned to look at Harry Potter and muttered, "Is this really a curse?"

Anton looked at the crowd with a smile and continued to wave his wand. Pieces of exquisite bread, fruit pies, and fruit rolls appeared on the shelves.

These are small treats for tomorrow's wedding.

It's amazing that Anton can always show great talent for some useless spells.

Levitating spells, moving figures, and now the "Anthony Bread Curse" invented by myself.

Yes, after coming to this wizarding world for several years, Anton finally invented a magic spell, a magic spell that other people can release in the same way according to the three elements of spell, casting gesture, and emotion.

He clapped his palms.

"After eating this little bread, come and learn this spell well, and tomorrow's snacks will be handed over to you."

Everyone is very excited, this is a magic spell invented by Anton, and it is an honor for people of the same age.

Then Anton began to explain the meaning of each gesture and the trick of each note.

"The first sentence 'daisies, sweet cream and sunshine' represents the feeling of the best life in my heart." Anton smiled lightly, "Such emotions determine the taste of your finished bread. It can be happiness, touch, or happiness. It has a long aftertaste and can even be bitter."

"Well, but tomorrow is a wedding, so I don't want bitterness, no one will like it."

"The second sentence, 'A proper flame', represents the emergence of food, the dough is reborn in the flame, it is a power of change, of growth, of ripe fruit."

"The last sentence, 'turn this ball into bread', represents the wizard's will. At this time, you should think about what kind of bread you want. The stronger your will, the more thoroughly the magic will help you complete it." .”

"This is a magic spell that belongs to the love of life and the sunshine in the heart."

Next, Anton let everyone try.

Anna finished first. This quiet girl likes flowers and sunshine, and her heart is full of sweetness.

Her bun is a piece of mille-feuille that resembles a flower petal.

The twins' buns are in the shape of a broomstick, a bit similar to a baguette, but with a softer texture, which makes you feel inexplicably happy when you eat it.

The buns made by Ron are average in taste.

harry potter...

Anton wrinkled his small face, looked disgusted, and leaned back tactically, "Harry, although I said to be firm, please don't shout so loudly, this piece of bread is covered with your saliva, I will not try of!"

Ron quietly moved aside half a step.

"Hahaha……"

Everyone laughed.

Taking off the apron, Anton asked the group of children to work hard and went out for a walk by themselves.

"Professor, did you feel the same way when you invented the flying spell?"

Anton walked on the garden path outside Wanhua Castle, smelling the faint fragrance of flowers, and squinted his eyes.

"How does it feel?" Black lines emerged from Anton's body, condensing into a human face on his face. After getting along for many days, Lao Fu's emotions became stable.

"It's as if..." Anton frowned.

"It seems that there is a supreme will in this world, or the magic atlas, which has long recorded all the spells in the world."

Oh, Anton doesn't like this feeling.

"We didn't invent the spell, we discovered it."

"Otherwise, it would be difficult to explain the so-called magic principle." He looked up at the sky, the weather was fine and cloudless.

"I still need to think about how to make bread, how to make sweet and delicious bread, but it's an irrelevant magic spell. Everything I explore seems to be automatically integrated into the magic spell."

Anton stared back at the window on the second floor of the castle, where the children were hard at work preparing for tomorrow's bread.

"them……"

"Just chanting this spell like this, did you make it?"

"Heh~" Voldemort chuckled lightly, and the laughter was full of meaning, "It's the same as I thought back then. I invented the magic spell, but I didn't have time to be proud of it. Instead, my heart was shocked and full of fear, as if a tall god was icy Looking down on the world."

"Anton..."

"My student, remember, there are no gods in this world, and even the legendary God of Death is just a meaningless fantasy of wizards."

Anton was still confused, "But it doesn't make sense!"

"This is an interesting topic." Voldemort turned his head to look at the sky, and smiled faintly. "Humans are always like this, blaming gods for everything they don't know, trying to find answers for everything they don't understand."

"Remember, emotions, will, our thoughts are in our minds and everywhere in the world."

"The confluence of all emotions, wills, and thoughts creates a magical world that we cannot perceive. It is the root of the universal spread of spells."

Anton exclaimed, "Wow~Professor, you are too good, how did you observe it?!"

"..." Lao Fu was silent for a long time, and finally said quietly, "My guess."

"!!!"

Oh!

That's bullshit, right?

Anton rolled his eyes.

"The wizarding world is always full of unknowns. The more we know, the more we can feel our ignorance." Lao Fu sighed with rare pride.

"I like this." Anton said with a smile.

"If you put it this way..." Anton looked at Lao Fu jokingly, "My dear professor, although you said that the method of casting a flawed soul with one knife can master powerful magic power..."

"But I'm afraid, after that knife, you will stop at that level, right?"

"Have you lost the ability to explore more?"

Voldemort fell completely silent.

The black ball of thread kept rolling and floating in mid-air.

I don't know how long it took before a long, meaningful and regretful sigh resounded, and Lao Fu's black threads retracted into Anton's body.

Anton ignored him, just stretched his hands into the air, fiddled gently in the sunlight.

"Daisies, sweet cream and sunshine..."

"It's not just a bread-making spell!"

Swipe your palm, scoop it up lightly, and pick up a ray of sunshine.

The sun is in the palm, and the heart is warm.