Chapter 390 This Is Just One Small Step for Me

"Ah~~~~"

The shrill screams sounded in the cell of Azkaban, and echoed in the empty and dark corridors.

This heartfelt cry of pain once brought these Death Eaters back to the glory days of the past.

At that time, they especially enjoyed such calls.

Now……

You should like it now, don't forget your original intention, don't change your ambition, everyone's pupils dilate and their faces are pale with excitement.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Anton's apologetic voice came, and his words were full of self-blame, "It's the first time I did this, does it hurt you?"

Rodolphus stared wide-eyed, as if the eyeballs were about to fall out of their sockets. He was about to say something, but thick blood gushed out.

His younger brother Rabastan also looked at everything in the opposite cell in horror, grabbed the thin sheet on the iron bed, and murmured unconsciously, "Devil, you demon..."

"Actually, I've done this kind of thing before." Anton smacked his mouth.

"You know Barty Crouch Jr., right? His mother drank Polyjuice Potion until Azkaban died for him, and he regained his freedom."

Anton's words seemed to turn on a switch, and the death eaters who had been silent all rushed to the railing, pricked up their ears and stopped.

"At that time, the Dark Lord Voldemort came to Hogwarts school, possessed a professor, and planned to get Nicolas May's Philosopher's Stone."

"Master is not dead!" Bella in the next cell yelled like crazy, her voice was full of laughter, but she turned a deaf ear to what happened to her husband Rodolphus.

"Hahaha..." Rodolphus' younger brother Labastan also jumped off the iron bed like crazy.

There were sounds of surprise from each cell, as if the abandoned dogs had finally smelled their master, barking wildly one after another.

Even Rodolphs, who was vomiting blood, had a glow on his face.

It's as if all the bad things are different now.

"That's right." Anton said casually with a smile, and one hand turned into a black thread of the soul and pierced Rodolphs' chest thoroughly. In such a place where there are no potion materials, he can only use local materials.

Change the potion formula a little bit.

Professor Snape has a complete and detailed theory on choosing alternative materials to make potions.

Obviously, Anton learned well.

Professor Snape must be very pleased with what Anton is doing now.

Maybe?

Without the heart of the maned wolf and the lungs of the hyena, then use the heart and lungs of the Death Eater in front of him. Without other materials, he can only fully mobilize his emotions to produce magic power with certain characteristics.

When the 'First Embrace' spell is not perfect, according to the theory of the integration of potion and spell, it is a very good way to replace the spell with part of the potion.

When the name of Barty Jr., a familiar comrade-in-arms in the past, appeared, Rodolphs' emotions were full of twists and turns.

Jealousy, envy, hatred, joy, joy, mixed flavors.

In the system of the Death Eaters back then, if Snape was the leader of the Death Eaters, and Lucius was the biggest worshiper among the Death Eaters, then Barty Jr. could almost be regarded as the 'Holy Son'.

Barty Jr. was the Dark Lord's closest Death Eater, and everyone agreed.

Ps: Voldemort's real name was Tom Riddle, he killed his father, and so on, only Barty Jr. knew about the Death Eaters. And it was Voldemort who told him when he was alone with him.

Anton later mentioned Voldemort.

That's so interesting. Rodolphus, the so-called loyal believer, still has mixed feelings, including happiness, fear, resentment, and even murderous intentions.

Then squeeze, all these emotions finally turned into intense excitement and pleasure in a trembling of the soul, gushing out from the bottom of my heart.

"..."

Anton fell back tactically, looked at Rodolphs with some distaste, tsk tsk tsk.

Forget it, these are not important, Anton cares more about this experiment related to 'human body transformation'.

The magic power pried out by those emotions lingered in Rodolphs' heart and lungs, intertwined with his own magic power, and gradually turned into the characteristics of some kind of potion.

not enough.

Come again!

"Strictly speaking, I can also be regarded as a student of the Dark Lord. Professor Voldemort taught me for a year."

Anton grumbled with emotion, "I was young and ignorant at the time, and I didn't know the horror of the Dark Lord. I only wanted to learn magic, and I learned a lot from the professor."

He looked at Rodolphs with a grin and raised his eyebrows, "For example, the 'separation of bones' trick I use now was taught by Professor Voldemort."

呲~

The words that Rodolphs was full of turned into a muffled groan and countless blood.

He faintly felt that there seemed to be something missing in his chest cavity, but he couldn't say it, anyway, it looked very empty.

"I cherish the time of studying with Professor Voldemort, but unfortunately, he was exposed later."

"Then he was killed by Dumbledore."

This time, as if stabbing a hornet's nest, the entire corridor of the prison was filled with screams and roars.

"Impossible! There is no way the Dark Lord will die!"

"You are simply a liar!"

"I'm going to kill you, I'm going to kill you, you stupid kid, I'm going to kill you!"

"Who allowed you to call your master by his first name, you bastard, I will kick your ass hard..."

"The Dark Lord will not die, he is immortal! Haha, how could Dumbledore kill him!"

"..."

The Death Eaters came from all over Europe. Under the excitement, even their mother tongue burst out. A contestant from Italy waved his arms wildly, cursing.

Anton didn't mind, he couldn't understand anyway.

Don't be in a hurry, he really isn't in a hurry, take care of each one slowly, there is plenty of time.

"I really learned a lot from the professor, and he was really killed by Dumbledore." Anton looked at Rodolphs a little aggrieved, "You don't seem to believe it?"

After thinking for a while, he simply inserted the 'pale spine' in his hand into Rodolphs' chest and heart, raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

Snapped.

"Ah~~~~"

All the people wailed and knelt down clutching their arms.

"Dark Mark! It's the Dark Mark!"

"The Dark Lord...really..." His younger brother Rabastan was full of disbelief, and he yelled like crazy, looking at Anton in despair, "Dead?"

Anton turned his head and looked at him with big innocent eyes, with a sincere expression on his face, "Yes."

puff~

Labastan spat out a mouthful of old blood, and fell to the ground staggeringly. His bright eyes lost their light in an instant, and he just muttered, "Dead? The Dark Lord... is dead?"

Anton was stunned for a moment, and looked at Rodolphs again, yo ho, two extreme emotions of ecstasy and fury appeared in the heart of the green hat king at the same time.

Is it so perverted?

this……

i like it~

Anton sighed, "Why don't you believe it? Lucius can testify, you can ask him next time he comes to visit the prison. The loyal little Barty heard the news and sneaked into Hogwarts to find After a long time, it was finally hopeless.”

"Oh, poor little Barty, there's no hope of living anymore."

Anton clicked his tongue twice, "Anyway, I easily knocked him down at that time, I guess he had completely lost his fighting spirit at that time."

"It's funny, I did an operation on him and turned him into a rune snake."

(See chapters 271~276 for details)

"I, Anthony Weasley, very good man."

Anton said excitedly, waving his arms, "I gave Little Barty a new life!"

Now, all Death Eaters...

Oh, the others, Anton is not sure, anyway, Rodolphus' mentality has completely collapsed.

"Finally enough." Anton's eyes lit up, and he instantly caught the magic power of Rodolphs' extreme emotions. He slapped the 'pale spine' completely into his chest with his right hand.

puff~

Stabbed out from the back.

"Ahhh~~~~"

Rodolphs was finally able to speak. He screamed, screamed, and jumped in pain. In the end, countless long white hairs emerged from his body.

One by one, bumps floated on his body, as if countless little mice were about to come out of his body, knocking his whole body into shape.

All his magic power rushed to his head, rushed through the Tianling Cap, continued upward, and squeezed out a pair of dark purple antlers above his head.

"Roar~~~"

The cry gradually turned into a beast's roar, and Rodolphus shook wildly.

As Anton violently pulled out the 'pale spine', he seemed to have undone the seal, completely deformed.

Soon, a big white bear with antlers appeared in front of Anton.

Twelve feet (3.6 meters) high, the huge antlers pressed against the ceiling, as if to prop up the cell.

Four feet (1.2 meters) wide at the shoulders, a massive frame with strong muscles and immense strength.

"Wow~"

Anton watched all this in amazement.

He really made this magical potion, and the formula is very simple, his own memory and magic power, the other party's emotions, memory, body and magic power, that's all.

One of his eyes turned into azure blue, looking into the depths of his soul.

Sure enough, on his memory planet, he could see a memory planet emerging, and a series of soul black lines connected the two together.

Rodolphus, has he really become the second-generation Antler Pyrenees by invoking his memory planet information? ! ! !

Fat ball, my dear fat ball, look, I found you a little friend to play with.

Perhaps in a short time, you will have a population.

Quack quack.

No, it should not be called a population, but a tribe.

Antlers Great Pyrenees Tribe!

"It's just one small step for me."

Anton exclaimed, "It's a big step for the wizarding world, my god~~~"

He smiled and looked at the big white bear who was crazily tearing apart the iron railing like noodles, his face was full of surprise, "It's really exciting."