Chapter 385 You Are so Stupid (Part 2)

Anton took a deep breath, shook his head, and let the silver light in his retina dissipate.

Taking a closer look, two of the three dementors were lying on the ground, and the other end was being connected by the black thread of the soul transformed into his own arm.

And at this time, his other hand was holding the 'pale spine', and countless silver lights flowed from the end of this magic medium, turning the entire cell into a silver ocean.

In the ocean, it seems that everyone is brimming with happiness.

There was laughter everywhere in the prison.

Laughter echoed in the prison, and there was an inexplicable strange feeling.

Sirius was holding the air with one hand, laughing loudly, "Potter, let's teach that disgusting slug a lesson, haha, let me do it this time..."

Bella hugged the railing, her face was full of admiration and a smirk, her eyes were full of stars, "Master, there really is nothing that can hinder you."

Anton glanced at the dementor, then at the 'pale spine' in his hand, and leaned back tactically.

"Tickle curse?"

"Call God to protect you?"

"Angara?"

"a ray of sunshine?"

To be honest, he is a little confused now, trying to let go of the dementor, watching it fall to the ground, only to find that all the black threads of the soul that his arm has turned into have been sucked into the dementor's mouth, and still remain the status of the connection.

'Pale Spine' couldn't let go either.

Terrible negative emotions are rushing towards him through the dementor, and the mind guarded by the spell of 'a ray of sunshine' quickly mobilizes the opposite force.

All in all, this one seems to be a mixture of several spells, it can be regarded as the spell released by Anton, and it can also be regarded as the spell released by the dementor.

Anton's heart moved, inexplicably feeling that he had reached a certain critical point.

The knowledge learned in the past is boiling in my mind, and countless information on the long list jump to the level of thinking of the soul.

Can you imagine recalling detailed information about everything from childhood to adulthood at the same time?

All the memories are active in the head at the same time.

Heads will explode.

But no, Anton felt extraordinarily awake, and even felt the "ray of sunshine" in his head warm and comfortable.

The magic power of this spell seems to be free of money. It surges from the depths of my soul, and then rushes to the surroundings through the 'pale spine'.

Cool~

Very cool~

Anton has never had the feeling of controlling such a powerful spell, oh, there is still, the last time he used the Forgetting Curse to reset the 'Tom Wreck' and released the Tickle Curse at Hogwarts.

No, it's stronger this time.

Strong enough to a certain dimension.

Anton vaguely touched a trace of truth in the bottommost secret of the magical world.

Just what should we do at this time? It was impossible for Anton to let the curse be released endlessly, the consequences would be too bad.

"Wizards are gods, I can do it, try to control this spell."

"Ahhh~~~"

"What are we going to do next!"

Anton looked around in confusion, and suddenly his eyes lit up, "Yes, the Forgetting Curse, adjust memory, memory controls emotions, and emotions trigger magic power."

"Yes, that's it, not just emotions, will, emotions, desires, fears, everything can be."

"Professor Voldemort said, be graceful and natural, so that you can master magic."

"Right, that is it."

Anton took a deep breath and murmured, "Forgetting the Curse, yes, retract and release, retract and release, I can do it, don't worry, take your time."

He held the 'pale spine' and waved it lightly, ignoring the silver light gushing from it, "Forget everything!"

Shh~

"Hahaha, Potter, Potter!" Sirius jumped with a smile, his face was full of childlike cheerfulness, and suddenly he was stunned, scratching his head in doubt, "Hey, who is Potter?"

咻咻~

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo up why you guys died, it's all my faults!" I killed you, I deserve to die!"

Shhhhhh~~~

"Haha, Pettigrew, you are so clever, you have come up with such a wretched method." Sirius jumped up again, patted the air beside him, "I knew it, our raiders are short of anyone. No, each of the four of us is useful. Pettigrew, Pettigrew, why are you crying, hey, Lupine, please comfort him, why are you giggling beside me..."

Shhhhhhh~~~

"Who, who betrayed Potter, is it Lupine? No, it's impossible!" Sirius' face was twisted, his eyes were full of anger and unforgettable hatred, "It must be Pettigrew, yes, it must be him! Peter! I I'm going to kill you! I'm going to kill you!"

Sirius is not an exception, the entire island, the entire Azkaban is full of ghosts and wolves, crying collectively for a while, and laughing collectively for a while...

Extra penetrating.

Anton shook the 'pale spine' violently, "Ha, I found it!"

Shh~

Finally, this spell-casting medium no longer spewed out silvery light, but turned black-gray.

This ray of light is like a thin layer of veil. Wherever it passes along the way, everything is silent, and the surrounding air seems to be condensed, and despair and hoarfrost are mixed and spread.

Countless noisy murmurs seemed to be heard in everyone's ears—that was the collective ocean built by countless negative human emotions.

Anger, sadness, despair, fear...

Everything just came to mind like this, if it wasn't for being affected by this effect that is exactly the same as the dementor and fell to the ground, I am afraid that someone in Azkaban will hit the wall and die right now.

Anton stared at all this with wide-eyed eyes, "Hold the grass, cow, it turned out to be this change."

He continued to take a deep breath, "Don't worry, don't panic, you can calm down after you calm down, and then you can be at ease after you calm down, be calm, don't rush."

"Yes, continue."

"Take it in and let it go, take it in and let it go, be elegant."

Shhhhhh~~

The curse from the 'pale spine' has changed again, as if the sky is clear after the rain, the dark clouds have dispersed, and the sun is shining, warming people's hearts.

Then, everyone seemed to be healed.

There was a serene and peaceful smile on his face.

Phew~~~

"Woooooo~~~ Potter, Lily, I'm sorry for you." (heartbreaking)

God!

Anton wrinkled his face and looked at Sirius who was screaming in the opposite cell, are you sick?

咻咻~~~

"Hahahaha, hahahaha." Sirius grabbed the railing, squeezed his head against the railing forcefully, and laughed wildly at Anton opposite him, "Hahahaha..."

"!!!"

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Lucius has been in a state of extreme entanglement for the past few days. The tense appearance and hesitant nervousness almost made Narcissa think that this old man was going to file for a divorce with her.

As smart as Lucius, he obviously found that "Voldemort was imprisoned in Azkaban" was an excellent opportunity.

However, the smarter you are, the easier it is to get into a dead end.

He fell into a state of worrying about gains and losses.

He analyzed every possibility in detail, and each one made him feel hopeless.

In the end, he made up his mind.

Of course, he didn't make this decision. Someone came to Malfoy Manor and helped him make it.

Dumbledore.

Old Deng just asked, "My student, can I still trust your loyalty?" Lucius just nodded like a camel crushed by straw.

What can be done, since the school directors dismissed Dumbledore and installed Lockhart as the headmaster, Lucius never saw any kindness on Dumbledore's face.

There is only awe-inspiring majesty.

Sure enough, there are only wrong names, no wrong nicknames, the White Demon King, he is also the Demon King.

So, they non-stop came to the home of Scrimgeour, the Director of the Auror Office of the Ministry of Magic, and asked this question again.

It worked out well, and the three of them came to Azkaban together.

Neither he nor Scrimgeour knew what Dumbledore was going to do, but at such a moment, the only thing they could do was to obey.

otherwise……

It seems that there is no doubt about whether Dumbledore will kill people, right?

He is someone who can even kill Grindelwald!

It's just that they had just arrived in Azkaban, before they had time to ask the Auror who was guarding the gate to open the door, suddenly countless silver lights gushed out from every gap in Azkaban Castle.

Swipe, just for a moment, both Lucius and Scrimgeour's eyes widened.

what did they see

Grindelwald?

Dumbledore turned into Grindelwald?

Then they sank into endless joy, the two looked at each other and smiled, and patted each other's shoulders cheerfully, looking like good brothers.

"It's such a familiar spellcasting method..." Grindelwald put his hands behind his back, pursed his mouth, raised his head, and looked over with his blue right eye.

Lao Ge should not be too familiar with this spellcasting method of the sea of ​​magic.

In particular, the technique of constantly adjusting the spell is too familiar.

Lucius and Scrimgeour hugged and laughed for a while, butted their heads against each other while gnashing their teeth, and wailed loudly for a while.

"!!!"

Grindelwald tilted his head and looked at the two guys on the ground with a look of disgust.

Of course, he had to admit that the sea of ​​spells did have a hand, and his transformation spell was washed away in an instant.

But that's all.

He, Grindelwald, is protected by Dumbledore's cursed prison.

These two chapters are really difficult to write, from 8 in the morning to the afternoon, and the second chapter is written until now. After modifying and modifying, deleting a lot, I finally got what I wanted. There will be another chapter later.