Chapter 176 The Game Has Started, Don't Stop

night.

Slytherin's dorm was quiet.

The lake outside the window was swaying, and while a few water plants were swaying, a water snake jumped out from the shadows and swallowed a small squid in one gulp.

Before the water plants swirled by the water return to vertical, the giant squid's tentacles rolled and squeezed the water snake, and the tentacle suckers lightly and gently sucked the little squid out of its stomach.

On such a quiet night, the bedroom was also very quiet.

Gore didn't sleep well, his forehead was covered with cold sweat, he didn't know if he had some nightmare, and he tossed and turned on the bed.

A faint fragrance hit him, his nostrils opened and closed slightly, and he finally fell asleep.

Draco didn't sleep well either. He secretly hid under the covers and cried for a long time, and fell into a drowsy and light sleep.

A wand was touched lightly to his forehead.

Anton was muttering words, as if a magnifying glass appeared in the air in front of his eyes, making his eyes bigger.

Memory is like a thick book, and pages are flipped forward quickly.

The struggle and hesitation when getting the potion...

During the vacation, I was taught very good spell skills by the diary Horcrux...

When I first came into contact with a diary, the joy of a lonely soul finding a friend to confide in...

This is the exploration of memory by 'Fairy Eyes'.

The corner of the mouth twitched slightly, and the eye spell switched to 'wizard eyes'.

The dark green crack with Voldemort's aura on Draco's overall complete color block was faint, flickering as if it was shining.

This is an interesting observation. The dark green crack is changing, as if it will go out in the next moment and disappear on the color block. It seems that the next moment will spread and become bigger, completely engraved in the soul.

"Ah……"

Anton let out an incomprehensible chuckle.

"Then just give a small punishment!"

"Give me an experiment, and I will forgive you..."

A transparent bottle floated in mid-air, some of the mandrake juice inside flew out, mixed with the soil on the ground and Draco's saliva, and daubed gently on Draco's ears.

Anton's three eyes opened magically, staring at him coldly.

Wizards are extremely powerful. Mastering a spell at will can become a god in the Muggle world. A wizard is also extremely weak, with a mortal body, a single bullet may end his life.

Not to mention the powerful potion like Fiendfire Liquid.

There are countless dangers in the wizarding world. In a world full of magic, unknown weeds in the corners, weird photos, and even faint mist may kill people instantly.

Anton thought he had mastered many powerful spells, but he didn't dare to be careless.

Waving the magic wand, all the water in the Black Lake floated up, all the little wizards and elves in the whole classroom were petrified, and the giant monster was easily stunned by snapping countless ropes...

The more this is the case, the more you must remember such a thing clearly - he is just a beginner.

Always be in awe, never dare to be proud and contemptuous.

Only by maintaining such a calm and normal mind can Anton discover some strange little things.

For example, Voldemort, compared to the holidays when he often ran out to chat, is now as quiet as a good baby.

That diary, which fell into the hands of a classmate who didn't know, was definitely an unsafe factor. It could be like a poisonous snake in a dark corner at any time, jumping out at any time to give him a fatal blow.

I don't know if it was the influence of Voldemort's Confusion Curse, but Anton found that he hadn't visited Dumbledore since the beginning of school.

Horcruxes are such a dangerous thing, and they are still in the form of a communicable diary, and now they are in the hands of students. It's really strange that Anton didn't think about telling Dumbledore.

"Look for Lao Deng tomorrow."

Be careful, there is no big mistake, you can't expect the Horcrux to make something. Like the original book, Harry Potter jumped out and solved the matter at once with the protagonist's halo.

...

...

"Dear Lockhart, are you married?" Anton looked at a piece of pink letter paper, wrinkling his face, "How should I reply?"

Lockhart raised his head from behind the desk and thought for a while, "I am the wings of freedom, soaring among the mountains and forests, soaring deep in the clouds, I have not yet waited for the person who bound me to the ground. Some expectations, A little scared..."

Anton raised his eyebrows, took a quill and dipped it in ink, wrote a reply, and stuffed it into a new envelope.

He found Lockhart an interesting man.

This person is very pure, just longing for a sense of existence. Every time I open a letter from fans and read the words of greeting and concern for him, I can laugh like a fool.

At the same time, the dark green cracks on his body will also show a strange twisted pattern.

A man who yearns for presence...

Specializing in the Oblivion Curse?

So, is it because of the influence of the curse that he became such a person, or is it because he is such a person that he is good at forgetting the curse?

This should go hand in hand.

In this respect, Lockhart was lucky.

He has not experienced major ups and downs in his life, and he has become a golden star in a smooth journey. The spiritual energy brought by life has given him enough excellent feedback when he has not encountered setbacks.

In comparison, his own dean, Professor Snape, was much worse.

He should be very suitable for black magic, or in other words, he should be a "warrior" in a standard group of wizards.

If you don't distinguish between black and white magic, and only talk about the nature of the spell, Lao Si is a player who is biased towards the combat side.

Then he encountered the biggest mistake in his life - confusing a concept!

Foolishly conflating black magic with dark wizards, believing in the so-called 'pure blood supremacy' philosophy, understanding these two different things as one.

As a result, I met a true love, Lily.

Desired but unattainable, watching her leave, watching her marry someone else's wife, watching her die...

So Snape's heart was shaken, and he felt that the Dark Arts had been a mistake.

But in fact, the biggest mistake is that Snape confuses the concept of black magic with the group of dark wizards, and his vacillation of the wrong insistence on "pure blood supremacy" leads to his vacillation of magic.

If you don't believe in magic, magic will betray you!

"Stupid teacher..." Anton clicked his tongue, he was not so confused, and neither was Dumbledore.

And this kind of thing, most people have no way to talk to Snape, no matter right or wrong, it is definitely a thankless thing.

Eh?

Anton froze for a moment, then looked at the night light outside the window...

Dumbledore?

Didn't he plan to talk to Dumbledore about the Horcrux?

All of a sudden, the whole person was terrified!

Gan!

Voldemort's Confusion Curse!

Anton realized in an instant that the confusion spell that this guy cast on him at that time definitely contained several pieces of information, and it wasn't as simple as just letting him forget the time he met Lucius at the Bojinbok store.

Anton sneered.

Want to play?

OK!

The game starts, don't stop!

"Professor Lockhart, can you teach me the Oblivion Curse?" The little wizard smiled brightly, "I have a lot of thoughts about this spell recently, and you are the most powerful Defense Against the Dark Arts professor I have ever met. I look forward to having your guidance!"

"the best?"

Lockhart smiled, very smugly.

He flipped his bangs handsomely, "There are no spells that I don't understand. You must know that I am a third-class Medal of the Order of Merlin and an honorary member of the Anti-Dark Arts League."

"The Forgetting Curse?" Lockhart shook his head slightly. "Oh, I know too many spells. This kind of simple spell is really not worth mentioning. When I think about it, I still barely know a little bit."

He smiled handsomely and drew out his wand, "But it's enough for this little wizard to learn. You must know that the great Lockhart can talk about it for three days and three nights on such a remote spell." Will repeat."

"Wow~" The little wizard's eyes were full of admiration, "You are amazing~"

"Hahaha..." Lockhart laughed wryly.