Chapter 342 This Eyeball!

"He has completely grown together with the poisonous tentacles, forcibly peeling them off will only make him lose most of his body." This is the conclusion of Professor Sprout.

"The toxicity of the poisonous tentacles will not be eliminated by removing the poisonous thorns. In the application of potions, the unique wood tumors of the poisonous tentacles that have been around for decades are the most poisonous places."

"This kind of poison will suppress his soul. If I guess correctly, he should be tortured by the poison all the time." Professor Snape's conclusion was even more cruel, and Professor McGonagall almost couldn't hold back. tears.

This is not over yet, Fiennes' words are even more cruel, "long-term torment by the Cruciatus Curse will make people crazy, and damage memory, self-cognition, will, thinking, etc. Long-term torture like this kind of poison is to be rescued." , what you get will either become stupid, or you will become determined..."

Professor McGonagall finally burst into tears, letting Fiennes swallow his words.

It was hard to imagine what it would be like for the normally unsmiling vice principal to cry, and everyone present fell silent.

Professor Sprout sighed, hugged Professor McGonagall gently, and patted her on the shoulder.

Everyone knows that the best way at this time is to end the poisonous tentacles.

Let the soul of this middle-aged wizard be freed.

But doing so would be too cruel.

For Professor McGonagall.

If so, it would be better not to meet again. She has long accepted the situation of her husband's death, and the wounds have gradually healed in decades of long life.

Now that the wound has been brutally torn open, he can only face all this helplessly, again!

It's really depressing.

At this moment, Professor Snape glanced at Anton, "You seem to have something to say?"

Well, Anton was about to say something, but Fiennes, a veteran of the rivers and lakes, quietly elbowed Anton to shut him up, but Snape also noticed it.

Now, everyone looked at Anton.

I don't know when, Anton has obtained the right to talk with them on an equal footing.

Maybe it was Professor Sprout who saw the elephant vine that he couldn't keep alive, maybe it was Professor Snape who was surprised by Anton's potion for curing werewolves, maybe it was the 'roller coaster' transfiguration technique that Professor McGonagall strongly agreed with and tickle curses...

In short, without knowing it, Anton has quietly grown up, and he can no longer be treated as an ordinary outstanding student.

Back then, the old wizard had told Anton.

——If you can't give Lupine hope, but you can't do it in the end, that is the greatest cruelty.

For more than a year, Anton has been researching werewolf treatment, bumping all the way, and finally succeeded. It is really not that easy.

If you can't do it, you will offend Professor McGonagall, the almost certain future headmaster of Hogwarts, a figure that the British wizarding world cannot look down upon.

The old wizard is smart, he has enough life experience.

In contrast, Anton is much stupider, he still retains goodwill towards this world. Giving up is not his style, and it is not his style to ignore death.

He couldn't achieve Lupine's compromise with life, nor could he achieve complete indifference to life like Fiennes.

If it doesn't work, blame it, Anton doesn't mind.

Things can be done, and things can’t be done.

"I... I'm not sure either." Anton scratched his head foolishly, "I need to go to the depths of his memory to find out what's going on."

"Memory?" Professor Sprout looked at Anton in astonishment, "Do you know how to use Remembrance?"

"..."

this……

How to explain it?

Anton organized the language, "The memory read by the soul-hunting is the thought, which runs in the brain. A little deeper is the memory, which is the white and transparent substance seen with the Pensieve, in the soul. Then Going a little bit deeper, you can reach the depths of memory, where the memory galaxy of all intelligent creatures is connected."

Very well, now even Professor Snape can't understand.

Are you talking nonsense?

He looked at Fiennes, with the meaning in his eyes—you are his first teacher, did you teach this?

Fiennes spread his hands, and the meaning in his eyes was - even a concubine can't do it.

Professor McGonagall didn't hesitate so much, as if grabbing a life-saving straw, he stared at Anton closely, "I'll prepare for what needs to be done."

Anton grinned, one eye suddenly turned azure blue, staring at the poisonous tentacles in a daze, and pulled out his wand with a smile, "No, it will be soon."

As he said that, he walked casually, the platform under his feet moved forward quickly with the transformation technique, and his eyes led him to the middle-aged man in the hands of the poisonous tentacles.

The wand was lightly pressed against his forehead, and his tone was faint, "Soon."

He didn't notice that Mag behind him covered his mouth and stared blankly at his back.

This eyeball!

She is cooked!

Grindelwald!

Back then, as Dumbledore's right-hand man, she was fighting on the front line against Grindelwald, so she knew the old enemy very well.

How can it be? Professor McGonagall's pupils shook! If she hadn't known that Grindelwald had been imprisoned in the castle alone for decades, if it hadn't been for the school's admission book that clearly stated Anton's bloodline name (the kind with a super long string), she would even doubt this People are descendants of Grindelwald.

...

Broken soul, Anton saw such a magical thing again.

It didn't have its own fragmentation, but half of it collapsed, and half of its body turned into long strips of potted roots, like a poisonous tentacles.

This scene easily reminded Anton of the great white bear of the witch tribe.

Of course, this is not what we should focus on now. Anton moved forward again, passing through the colorful fog and coming to the world in memory.

In the boundless darkness, a long memory list spread out, boundless, this is everyone's 'memory planet'.

A series of soul black lines connect the memory table world. Many of them seem to have lost their activity, broken and withered, and information like light spots surges on the black line, but they can only disappear at the fracture.

Obviously, just like what the old wizard said, this person's 'self' has received extremely serious damage.

Anton has no way to help him connect it rashly. First of all, the black line of the soul is just an appearance of observing things, and does not belong to the essence of things like blood vessels.

Secondly, just like people who suffer from severe pain will faint, this is a self-protection mechanism of the human body. Maybe these broken black threads of the soul are also a kind of self-protection.

But these are not the biggest changes.

The black lines of the soul gathered into bundles, extending out of the 'memory planet', connecting with a green world-like galaxy.

I don't know whether that galaxy is the memory galaxy exclusive to 'Poison Tentacle' or the memory galaxy shared by 'Fantastic Beasts'.

This thing is easy to handle.

"Cruciate!"

Soul scalpel!

The light of the curse extended, and with a slight flick, the black thread of the soul was severed, completely separating the wizard from the memory galaxy of this plant.

But Anton still looked at the galaxy with a frown.

With the complete severing of the black line of the soul, this galaxy has not disappeared, and the black line of the soul on the wizard's body is slowly surging forward.

It can be felt that it will not be long before they will be connected again.

In other words, this wizard is slowly being completely assimilated by the poisonous tentacles, completely distorting his soul into the appearance of the poisonous tentacles.

Anton took a breath.

He thought of the werewolf he had transformed into.

Unless he researches to a certain extent like the 'color-changing wind bird' and turns this into a part of his body, otherwise his own human form will be distorted by the werewolf, and eventually he will become a werewolf completely.

"This thing seems to have a unique connection with the 'heart-piercing soup' (used to turn wizards into werewolves) that I researched."

"That's where it gets interesting."

The mystery of human body deformation is so wonderful.

Anton slowly withdrew from the vision in the depths of the soul. At the soul level, the half of the poisonous tentacles of the middle-aged wizard's soul was quickly twisting into a human form.

It was as if the effects of the poisonous tentacles were being corrected by the soul of the human wizard.

But there was another strange force pulling it back into the appearance of the poisonous tentacles.

Two forces are fighting.

Anton raised his eyebrows, completely freed from the middle-aged wizard's soul, and found that the poisonous tentacles were struggling violently.

Professor Sprout looked at himself in horror, "What did you do?"

Anton's Cruciatus Curse can already cast spells silently, but the scene where Anton cast a spell on the middle-aged wizard just now made Professor Sprout feel an evil force inexplicably.

Snape looked at the old wizard with a strange expression, as if saying in his eyes - you must have taught this, right?

The old wizard spread his hands, and his eyes seemed to say - even this concubine can't do it.