Chapter 197 My Hometown Is Where My Heart Is at Ease

"Ah~~~~~"

The shrill screams echoed in the depths of Anton's soul.

Twitching, the whole body is twitching in pain. Cold sweat broke out all over his body, as if a tingling sourness was permeating the cracks in his bones. It was icy cold, as if all the blood had been lost, and a kind of icy coldness spread from the depths of the soul.

The taste of Cruciatus...

Anton hasn't tasted it for a long time.

Dumbledore was a little helpless, "I have given up resisting."

"Is...is it?" Anton struggled to get up, staggered, and fell to the ground again.

Among the three Unforgivable Curses, the curses are specially used for torture, and the effect is unbelievable.

Anton never thought that there is another way of resisting the Cruciatus Curse, which is bounced back by surging magic power.

Extremely outrageous.

It was at such a moment that Anton felt what it meant to be the "greatest wizard of this century" and what it was like.

He even had a guess that the torment in Lao Deng's heart, the torment of family affection, the torment of love, and the torment of destroying his ambitions were all making his magic power extremely powerful.

It is so powerful that it makes people despair just by feeling it.

I don't know if Voldemort was in the state of a remnant soul at the time, or if he was a thief with a higher level than Dumbledore. When Anton got Voldemort's Horcruxes, he didn't have such a sour feeling.

At that time, he used the Killing Curse, and if Avada rebounded once he fired it, it would really make people laugh and pretend to be smart.

Sure enough, people need to know how to be in awe.

Anton is always thinking about the episodes since time travel. In just two or three years, he probably passed the god of death several times.

Have to say, lucky thief.

Inexplicably a little ashamed, thinking of the stupid things I did before.

Anton simply recovered very quickly from the Cruciatus Curse, took a breath, and finally got up.

"Perhaps you should take the Cruciatus Curse a few more times," said Dumbledore, laughing.

"!!!"

Old Deng, listen to yourself, are you speaking human language?

Anton curled his lips unhappily, and was surprised to find that Dumbledore was serious, so he couldn't help but follow his gaze.

Is it his own soul, or the miserable appearance that is about to fall apart.

"No, you guessed wrong." Dumbledore raised his eyebrows, "I can clearly see that after you endured the Cruciatus Curse, he became more solidified."

"It's like the process of carving a piece of stone, or the process of smelting iron powder into ironware."

Anton blinked.

"I've only been studying for a year, don't lie to me."

Dumbledore stared at Anton's soul and thought, "I don't think I'm wrong."

"Oh, is it so?"

"Cruciate!"

"Ah~~~~~"

Anton's wand holding his head fell to the ground. He struggled not to let himself fall, raised his head vigorously to stare at his soul, and finally went limp from the pain.

Dumbledore took a breath and fell back tactically.

"You are really...really..." Lao Deng thought for a long time, but he couldn't think of a suitable adjective.

Today's kids are so fierce.

"Don't look at me, look at the soul!" Anton gritted his teeth and spit out a few words, "Ah~~"

He was lying on the ground in a big shape, panting heavily, and twitching from time to time. "It's sour, it's really strong."

"Yes, I can feel it." Dumbledore looked at the soul with a smile, "This is a good research direction, if you plan to save your soul."

"However, let's forget about casting the Cruciatus Curse on yourself. The effect doesn't seem to be very big, at least..."

"At least a few thousand times."

Thousands of times, that is, once a day, 365 times a year, and only 3,600 times in ten years.

...

...

"Dumbledore, I'm dying."

Anton panted and looked at Old Deng convulsively. No matter how he operated, Cruciatus could not tear Dumbledore's soul.

It was at this time that he discovered how powerful Voldemort's so-called power brought by death was.

The Soul Scalpel is still too brittle after all.

In other words, the spell of Cruciatus was not powerful enough.

Maybe a killing curse should have been used.

However, Anton would definitely not be willing to try. If there is a rebound, hehe, he can play GG.

"Or you should cut it yourself, uh, I mean do it yourself."

Dumbledore was silent for a moment, "Everyone has something they are good at, Anton, I told you more than once that I am not omnipotent, but you always think I am good at everything."

"I think you are the most special when it comes to making Horcruxes. Even Tom can't beat you in this respect."

"In more than a hundred years of life experience, you are also the only person I have met who is good at soul manipulation."

wow~

If you can say it, just say more.

Anton instantly became energetic, and the corners of his mouth rose wildly, "Really?"

Dumbledore nodded with a smile.

"Haha..." Anton smiled proudly and unceremoniously. He paced back and forth, thinking about the solution.

In fact, there is nothing to think about.

If the ability is not enough, plug-ins are used to make up for it.

Tom Wreck, it's your turn, get on it!

"Wait a minute, I'll set the attribute parameters for the plug-in." Anton came to Tom's wreck with his wand in hand, and waved the wand, "Forget everything!"

"Forget everything!"

A series of forgetting curses rushed towards Tom's wreck, where the memories of various emotions were fading little by little.

The Forgetting Curse is simply a magical skill, and the counter-curse of the Forgetting Curse is also a necessary means to reset Tom's wreckage.

"Son, did you figure out the method of the Oblivion Curse yourself?" Dumbledore asked suspiciously from behind.

Anton froze for a moment, "No, Professor Lockhart taught me."

Dumbledore said in a low tone, "This doesn't seem like a skill he can research."

"Forget it all!" Anton stopped, turned his head and smiled, "Professor Lockhart is a very powerful Defense Against the Dark Arts professor."

Old Deng chuckled, "This kind of technique is not like a wizard's way of thinking. Instead, it is a bit like the instinctive magic of magical animals. I don't believe this child has such an ability to draw inferences."

"Like the spell that makes chocolate frogs?"

"Hmm." Dumbledore shook his head with a smile, and didn't think too much about it. Lockhart was just an insignificant figure to him, and it wasn't enough for him to waste his mind.

finally.

Tom's Wreck was set up successfully, tailor-made for Cruciatus.

If this is not possible, Anton will give up, Lao Deng, what should you do, don't bother me.

To be honest, he is a little scared now.

Using Tom's wreckage, the power is absolutely super fierce.

If this bounces back...

Mom~

It's creepy to think about.

"Dumbledore, do you want to stop thinking about it?"

Lao Deng looked at Anton with a smile, "I'm not a person who will give up."

Ok.

"Cruciate!"

boom!

The light of the spell poured out from the tip of the wand, turning into a huge beam of light ten meters thick.

The magic power surged in the beam of light, and it rushed towards the distance without seeing the edge.

Anton held the wand tightly, fine-tuning the power of the spell little by little, trying to relax himself a bit.

He didn't feel well, very badly, and the emotions and memories of the crazy tormenting desire in Tom's wreck flooded into his mind like a big river bursting its embankment.

Stay true to yourself!

Anton warned himself so.

Be graceful and relaxed, this is the best state of mastering the spell taught by Professor Voldemort.

This thing is simply torture to oneself.

As if pretending to be a rocket booster for his bike, Anton felt like he was falling apart.

I don't know how long it has been.

Anton took a deep breath, exhale~~~~~

The light of the spell began to condense, changing little by little, and finally turned into a meter-long twisting dazzling plasma at the tip of the wand.

Wave your wand gracefully.

The plasma snaked along the air and rushed into Dumbledore's forehead at an extremely fast speed.

Lao Deng snorted, his whole body was shaking crazily, but he was very stubborn and didn't make a sound.

The light of the curse scattered, splashing pieces of plasma-like light on Dumbledore's forehead. In the light, another Dumbledore slowly appeared.

pop.

Plasma disappears.

Anton tremblingly inserted his wand into the pocket of the wizard's robe, and the man was in a trance.

He stared at the two Dumbledores coldly, gritted his teeth, "Dumbledore, I don't owe you anything. It is not easy for me to make you into a Horcrux and put it in my body. Voldemort I don't care, I know his crippled soul can't steal my body."

"But you can."

"This is the only time I trust you."

"You said you promised to give me 'Dumbledore's gift', but this is just a distant promise."

"I will do this, but it means that I am willing to do this for you, not a decision after weighing the pros and cons. To be honest, I have lost a lot."

Slap.

Before Anton finished speaking, he passed out on the ground.

Dumbledore looked at him with complicated expressions, and finally sighed deeply, "Yeah, how could I not feel your sincerity to me."

He squinted his eyes and looked at the sky, as if he had penetrated the infinite fog and looked at the vast universe.

"Am I really living in a novel?"

Of course, Lao Deng didn't thoroughly read the memory of the child he liked, and he didn't want to do this to those close to him. After all, although everyone quietly called him the White Lord, no one would call him the Dark Lord. Some bottom line, he is still different from Voldemort.

It's just that the information that pops up in Anton's head from time to time tells him this clearly.

It's hard to do, it's hard not to know.

No one can answer his question, but maybe a sentence in Anton's mind can give him the answer-my hometown is where my heart is at ease.

Anton didn't have such troubles, he felt that this was a real world.

In a flash, Dumbledore and Anton appeared in the office.

He smiled and looked at the little wizard curled up on the chair, "The meaning of life is to find excitement? This is not your real answer, your path has just begun."

In the past few days, the chapter comments have not been displayed, so I pre-judged the chapter comments of the readers, and replied in a unified way—[Don’t worry, dear, the plot will not collapse, it’s all within the plan. 】