Chapter 428: The Fate of the Potion Master

"Anton, why did you die once?" The old wizard looked at the body in the acromantula's stomach, feeling inexplicable.

"???"

Anton's eyes widened, what, what, are you talking in human language?

ah?

The old wizard drew out his wand, and gently stirred the liquid medicine in the bath, making them form water waves, which splashed little by little on the acromantula's stomach.

"Really, I didn't lie to you. Only those who have died once can really feel life."

He smiled slightly, "People, you always know what you really care about after you lose it."

"I have been immersed in the study of potions all my life. I forgot to sleep and eat, and even lost the meaning of being human. I don't care about laws, morals, right or wrong, and I don't even think of myself as a human being, let alone other creatures."

He turned to look at Anton with an inexplicable look in his eyes.

"As you know, in the eyes of potions scholars, everything in the world is a potion ingredient."

"Emotions are potion ingredients, flesh and blood are potion ingredients, souls are potion ingredients, and life is potion ingredients."

"So in the past few decades of my life, I regarded myself as a potion ingredient, other people as a potion ingredient, and everything in the world as a potion ingredient."

"Haha, I don't treat myself as a human being, nor do I treat other people as human beings."

He chuckled, "This is true in the theory of Potions."

"But, first of all, we are individuals, and the definition of intelligent creatures is well-founded."

"Anton, you are following my old path..."

The old wizard's tone was faint, but it exploded in Anton's heart like a thunderbolt.

"Hatred is a kind of potion, right? I told you about the theory of 'one theory of potion and curse'. You naturally understand the effect of the power of 'hate' on a spell. That is the same as the theory of emotions on potions." Common."

"You swallowed your hatred for me, and it naturally evolved into a talent for black magic. You helped and even took the initiative to form a family with many people, and found love, and the emotion of love is also a kind of magic medicine. The best fuel for a spell."

Seeing what Anton was about to say, he waved his hand.

"I know, I know, you are different from me, at least you still have a little heart, but ah, you have also followed my old path."

"Let me guess what the effect will be if you continue to walk..."

"Quack quack..."

The old wizard rubbed his dark golden metal chin, "If you feed on hatred, you won't care about your emotions, you will become unscrupulous, and you will become indifferent to everything."

"Feeding on love is even more terrifying. Tsk tsk tsk, I don't even bother to say what kind of definition this family will be in your eyes."

"Potion ingredients?"

"Then pinch..."

"Let me think about it, yes, Anna, maybe one day Anna's hidden worries about 'time' will come out, oh, who knows if there is, and then you will use it as a potion material to enter a world that is far beyond Dumbledore's strength. step into a magical palace of magic.”

The old wizard twitched his mouth and leaned over, staring at Anton with his eyes, "But is that what you want?"

The corner of Anton's mouth twitched, "Are you watching me?"

"Quack quack..."

The old wizard shrugged, "I lost myself, I lost myself, I can't see clearly when I look at myself, so I have to find a mirror to observe. You are so similar to me before, Tut tut."

He took a deep breath and continued to stir the liquid medicine.

"Potionists are the easiest to lose themselves. That's why those witches who boil potions in history are called crazy."

"Using emotions as potion ingredients, haha, using emotions as potion ingredients, playing around, and finally being treated as potion ingredients by emotions."

"Anton, I can't give you an answer."

"Do you think I'm talking about you? I'm talking about myself."

He patted his chest and made a metal roaring sound, "You see, originally, the current state is the most beautiful for me. The ghost state allows me to easily call all the memories. Alchemy The body can save me from eating and sleeping, which is the best state for a potionist."

"But I don't want to..."

He was inexplicably depressed.

"I want to really have a body. I really want to eat the taste of ice cream. I want to feel the coolness of the breeze and rain on my face. I want to feel the soreness of my tired body after running."

He raised his head and looked at Anton seriously, "I want to get back the feeling a person should have, being a person."

"And you, don't follow my old path. If you lose it, it's really hard to find it back."

"Go and see that poor fellow Snape, he's lost his soul, do you think it's easy for him now? Ha, keep that female werewolf and try to forget Lily bit by bit, can you forget? He dare not admit it, The so-called Lily in his heart is no longer Lily, but a devil that devours his heart."

The old wizard's expression became extremely weird, "Do you think Snape dared to kill this demon? Oh, it would be wonderful after he killed it, and he became a normal person again. But he was able to do it Is it? Quack quack..."

He patted Anton on the shoulder, "Don't make yourself look like Snape and I, it's really hopeless."

"Walking into the abyss is easy, just jump lightly, and everything that the abyss desire can give you will follow."

"When you look up at the faint light at the bottom of the abyss, you will know that it is you who pulls you out."

Anton was silent, looking down at the strange liquid medicine, with some difficulty, in a hoarse tone, mixed with emotions he didn't know, "I can say this kind of car talk all day and night. Stop, don't expect to fool me."

The old wizard smiled, clapped his hands, and stood up.

"Do you still remember what your innate magic is?"

Anton froze for a moment, "Floating... the floating spell? Color-changing bird?"

The old wizard began to concoct the potion in a small table, "Oh, what does that mean, remember? You told me about this theory. I remember when you said you found the 'spell bit' doorway."

Anton thought for a while, "It represents the inner yearning for freedom."

"Yo~"

The old wizard yelled strangely, "Maye~Maye~Maye~Anton, this idiot, still remembers it?"

Anton pulled a face, "What exactly are you trying to say?"

"say what……"

"Hehe, a teacher is trying his best to give some advice to his apprentice." The old wizard lowered his head and glanced at him, "Think about it for yourself, is what you are doing now really pursuing freedom?"

"Oh~"

He shrugged, "Of course, if your pursuit is not 'freedom', just pretend I didn't say it."

Anton was short of breath, looked nervously at the old wizard, waving his hands wildly, "Of course it's freedom, I... Of course I know what I want most..."

Well, he couldn't go on.

Take a deep breath.

With a complicated look, "Freedom?"

"Quack quack..." The old wizard smiled extraordinarily happily, "Oh~ Seeing your confused look, for some reason, my whole mood has improved a lot."

Anton ignored him, just sat cross-legged on the ground, watching the bubbles in the bath liquid in silence.

One, one, and another.