Chapter 316 The Tough Boy

Messy dreadlocks, because they have not been taken care of for a long time, have become a bit like weeds.

Huge and round eyes seem to stare at everyone who passes by.

Such an extremely weird-looking doll belonged to Hannah before. Ever since she was controlled by the black soul thread of the mandrake to walk on the ground, Hannah has a psychological shadow on the doll.

When I hug her to sleep at night, I even wonder if this doll in a gothic skirt will get up in the middle of the night and secretly do bad things.

Especially evil.

So, it was abandoned by the owner and thrown on the shelf.

Now, it finally has a new use.

"Cruciatus!" A loud cry, the faint light of the magic spell surged and hit it, making it tremble slightly.

Anton was sitting on the experimental table in the corner holding a super-large glass of juice, "No, come again!"

Neville nodded, took a deep breath, and continued waving his wand.

"Cruciate!"

The doll shook again.

"You have no evil thoughts in your heart. It's easy to release this spell. To make it powerful, you need enough evil thoughts." Anton lazily pulled out his wand, reached into the cauldron beside him, and gently stirred the potion inside.

"Think of those wicked Death Eaters!"

"Imagine them torturing your parents."

Neville gasped heavily, his eyes suddenly turned red like bloodshot eyes, looking extraordinarily frightening.

"Your mother was lying on the ground crying, and your father was struggling to crawl on the ground, trying to use his broad shoulders to block the curse for your mother..."

Anton's words were faint, but they hit Neville's heart lightly like a heavy hammer.

"No! Stop talking!"

"But..." Anton continued to babble, "Your father also fell under the Cruciatus Curse, even if his fingers were scratching the ground, he was bleeding, and he only moved a little distance..."

"Stop talking!"

"The Death Eaters are all laughing wildly, looking down at your parents from high above, as if they saw something interesting." Anton laughed, as if he was a dark wizard, "Neville, did you play with ants when you were young?" Is it a nest? I’ve seen someone pour boiling water into an ant nest and stuff firecrackers, must there be similar things?”

"That's the feeling. Your parents, those poor ants, are so helpless, so..."

"Stop talking!" Neville roared angrily, waving his wand, a spell of light lit up, and instantly hit Anton's chest.

Anton raised his eyebrows, savored carefully, and smacked his mouth, "It's still a little bit off, I don't feel much at this level."

Neville looked at his hand in horror, threw away the wand in his hand in horror, and looked at Anton worriedly, "I'm sorry, I... I actually cast the Unforgivable Curse on you! I really... "

The little boy fell into a deep self-blame.

Anton grinned, waved his wand, let the liquid medicine in the crucible float up, and put it into several glass bottles by himself.

Only then did he calmly walk up to Neville, "Listen, black magic is used to hurt people!"

Neville stared blankly at Anton.

"You must have the deepest malice. Strictly speaking, the Cruciatus Curse is harder than the Killing Curse. We can convince ourselves that we kill out of anger, or revenge for our loved ones, or for the sake of justice. spiritual."

"As for the Cruciatus Curse, there is only one secret." Anton showed a cold smile on his face, and his white teeth gleamed in the light of the underground secret room, as if he was a demon who chose to eat people.

"That's the enjoyment of torture."

Neville's eyes widened and he muttered, "Enjoy?"

Anton nodded, "Yes, this is the key to mastering the Cruciatus Curse. I don't tell ordinary people to him."

"Maliciousness is not enough, you have to enjoy the torture of the target, continuous torture, this torture can bring you great pleasure."

"And this kind of memory, this kind of enjoyment, and this kind of pleasure will be superimposed in your mind again and again."

"It will raise your pleasure threshold time and time again, forcing you to cast a stronger Cruciatus Curse, so that you can get more pleasure."

Anton's eyes were gloomy, with some inexplicable cruelty, "This is the secret to improving the Cruciatus Curse."

"A sadistic mind that is never satisfied."

Neville's face turned pale.

"You will become extremely cruel because of entering into such emotions." Anton stared into his eyes coldly, "You will become crueler than Death Eaters and become the most terrifying dark wizard in the world !"

"If you can't reach this level, you can't be as proficient as I am."

"So you have reached the key to elevating the Cruciatus Curse to another level, controlling your sadistic will." Anton raised his wand, and a curse light like plasma surged at the tip of his wand, extending 5 cm length.

"And this is just the beginning. Before I entered Hogwarts, I had easily mastered it to this point."

"After that, I'll tell you that you don't understand either. You have to go through this road first."

The plasma flicked slightly and disappeared. Anton inserted his wand into the pocket of his wizard robe, and gently patted Neville's shoulder with one hand. "I admit that I have a talent for this spell that is different from ordinary people. It is not easy for you to do this."

"Also, I won't release the 'ray of sunshine spell' on you to maintain your mind until your sadistic will far exceeds that of ordinary Death Eaters."

Anton's eyes were cold, "This is not a joke, it is difficult for you, you..."

"Do you want to continue?"

Neville clenched his fists and said without hesitation, "Yes, I said it before, even if I become cruel because of learning this spell and am imprisoned in Azkaban, I must master it!"

extremely firm.

Anton smiled slightly, "Then be more realistic, don't be a doll, are you playing tricks?"

"I've asked George and Fred to help me buy a batch of rabbits from the Muggle world."

"You must train on living creatures."

"Living creatures..." Neville's whole body tensed up, "If I do this, what's the difference between me and those Death Eaters?"

"Do not!"

"big difference!"

Anton twirled his fingers lightly, and the potion he had just concocted floated in front of Neville, "As I said, you must be crueler than them, full of sadistic will, and more proficient in using the Cruciatus Curse than them. "

He tapped lightly with his finger, making the glass bottle containing the potion make a crisp sound.

"Pour this potion into the mouths of the rabbits, and they will turn into mysterious people."

His biomimetic spell could simulate Voldemort, a strange transfiguration that Anton found disgusting and useless, and now he concocted it with Polyjuice Potion.

(See Chapter 133 for details)

"Then, use the Cruciatus Curse to torture the mysterious man who turned into a human to death."

"My name is Fred and they bought tens of thousands of rabbits. I hope that the basement here can be filled with dead bodies in a very short time."

Neville's complexion became paler and he stared blankly at Anton, unable to say anything more.

"Either follow the plan I made for you, or give up." Anton waved his finger, a cage on the experimental table opened, and an experimental mouse floated up.

Gululu~

The potion was forced into its mouth.

Gradually, it began to change, and gradually expanded into a bald, noseless wizard image, wearing a black wizard robe.

With his bare feet, Lao Fu looked at Neville and let out a weird laugh of "Hey hey hey".

Then, circled around Neville, pacing left and right.

As for how to add wizard robes to the transformation, this involves the field of Animagus again, and it is another set of complicated theories.

There is also moving magic, which is the virtual soul mentioned in the alchemy book "The Faithful Maid", which is almost the activation magic of Wizard Chess.

Anton is not yet proficient in alchemy, and the deduced potion formula can only reach this level.

A mentally handicapped AI who can only giggle and walk around.

Ka Ka Ka!

A strange voice sounded.

Neville turned his head slowly, looked at Anton, and found that he was gnawing hard on a green apple.

Anton waved his hand, "Don't look at me, it's time to work, kill him."

"Hurry up, I want to see corpses everywhere!"

Neville fell silent, slowly picked up the wand, raised his hand slowly, and pointed the wand at the adult wizard in front of him.

"Anton, you said that the mysterious man looks like this?"

"Very sure."

"Hmm." Neville's expression became firm, and he waved his wand quickly according to Anton's gestures, "Crucio!"

"Ah~~~"

The mentally handicapped AI fell to the ground with his head in his arms, letting out a shrill cry of pain.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Neville murmured, with tears in his eyes, "I had to, I'm sorry."

"Cruciate!"

Shh~

Anton thought that Neville would not be able to persist. After all, not everyone could cast the Unforgivable Curse on such a human wizard-like person.

Listening to the other party's wailing voice, let alone Gryffindor, who has always been righteous, ordinary people can't pass this level.

There was no other way to torture a person lying on the ground crying again.

Neville clenched his teeth so tightly that his gums were bleeding.

"Cruciate!"

Shh~

In this way, time passed day by day, and Anton was watching over him carefully, ready to cast a 'ray of sunshine' spell on Neville at any time, so that he would be freed from the influence of this spell that violated his nature.

He said long ago that this is a dangerous and terrifying road with unpredictable consequences and a foggy future.

Anton also has his own work to do, researching the 'Tearing Heart and Lung Decoction', researching the 'Secret of Transformation', and researching the formulas of the three major potions of 'Fire Strengthening'.

He also went to the library to borrow the book "The Mad Witch's Husband Loves to Dance" recommended by Dumbledore, curled up on the sofa in the corner, and read it seriously.

Sometimes I would raise my head and look at this young man who had become more and more taciturn. He was so tenacious, and he didn't do anything except cast a spell.

There should be 4 chapters today, and they will be posted as soon as they are finished, so I don’t know exactly when. I'm adjusting my schedule recently, and I'm busy with some personal affairs. Sorry, the update time has become unstable. After two days of work, I should continue to maintain the previous update time of 8 am.