Chapter 429 Let's Have Something Exciting

When Anton came out of the old wizard's office, night had already fallen.

The experiment of the old wizard is very interesting. Most of the theoretical basis is the same as that of Anton, but he took a different path.

He even incorporated some of the principles of Dumbledore's resurrection ritual into his Potions theory.

This is the fellow traveler that Anton had been thinking of before.

but……

He's not in the mood right now.

Looking up at the bright moon in the sky, after thinking about it, he strolled towards the outside of the castle.

For some reason, he suddenly remembered the personality signature of a female colleague in his previous life-life is climbing stairs, each step has a ridge, and there is a scenery when you climb up, and there is also a scenery when you fall down.

Of course, my colleague's state of mind has not reached this level, but this sentence is very interesting.

Step by step down the stone steps, Anton finally walked out of the castle.

The moonlight filled the whole world at once, and the black lake whose ice had already melted was rippling in the night light, and the huge octopus stretched its long tentacles towards the sky in the night wind.

From time to time, a horse-shaped water monster jumped out of the water, made a huge ripple, and swam towards the other side of the black lake.

Under the moonlight, it is quiet but full of vitality.

Anton knew that Snape would live a new life if he forgot Lily, that was cruel, and it was also a correct solution.

But put this principle on yourself...

As the old wizard said, people can't always see their own appearance clearly. He used Anton as a mirror, and who else could Anton find as a mirror.

"Maybe..."

"Self-penetration in magic is not the same thing as self-penetration in human beings."

Anton curled his lips, muttering unwillingly.

The 'A Ray of Sunshine' curse in the depths of his soul has turned into a little sun, and it's too stupid to be able to help him with this kind of thing.

Regardless of whether it is the actual twelve years old of this body, or in terms of fantasy, I am already in my thirties. After all, in terms of fantasy, maybe the thirties in my long life of hundreds of years are just the beginning .

At least his will has been honed enough to be firm, and he will not be shaken by confusion for a long time. There is still a long way to go, he knows.

I just want to walk around and get some air.

Walking along the bank of the Black Lake to the hut, halfway there, I heard a whimpering cry.

Huh?

This scene seems familiar!

Anton walked around the boulder and smiled dumbly, "Oh~ Neville."

Neville stood up dumbfounded, tears streaming down his round, fleshy face. He looked at Anton, turned his head to look at Heihu suddenly for some reason, then glanced at Anton again, and waved his hands quickly, "No! I didn't lose anything this time!"

"Ha~"

This made Anton happy, "Professor Snape strictly forbids me to disturb the creatures of the Black Lake again, and I also taught you the 'Flying Curse'."

(See Chapter 163 for details)

"chirp~chirp~"

A fat, round pink bird suddenly flew out from behind Neville, singing happily around Anton, stopped on Anton's shoulder, and gently pecked Anton's cheek.

"Haha, Fat Ball, you're getting fat again."

Fat Ball rubbed Anton's neck with its fluffy cheek, and whispered affectionately.

"Anton, I heard that you are going to Azkaban, everyone is very worried about you."

Anton smiled and nodded, "Now that I'm back, there's no need to worry. On the contrary, everyone is worried about you, Neville."

Neville looked down at his chubby hands in frustration, he sighed, picked up a stone and threw it at the Black Lake, "I'm too stupid, I always mess things up badly."

"Now Harry always looks at me very warily, and Ron and Hermione don't talk to me anymore."

"Hmm." Anton shrugged, walked to him and sat down on a rock, "Don't expect me to enlighten you, these are things that must be experienced in growing up, and you will encounter more and more in the future. Such a bad thing."

Neville froze for a moment, and simply found a rock to sit down, "You mean, I will still encounter similar things in the future?"

"Otherwise? As long as you become excellent, the world will always urge you to grow up, and all the good and bad will come to you." Anton hugged the fat ball and gently stroked its feathers. Squinting and lying comfortably on his arms.

"They are worried about you, but I am not worried. You will have this kind of trouble, which means that you are becoming better."

"You just need to use your brain to think about it and know what you want."

Neville looked at Black Lake with a complicated expression, "I've always known, right, Anton, you understand me, I've always known, to do the right thing."

"I told my grandma about learning the Cruciatus Curse. She didn't scold me or praise me. She just wrote a sentence back to me and said, "Do what you think is right."

"Uncle said grandma was crying and drank a lot of wine."

"I have always cherished the friendship with Hermione. When I first came to the magic school, she was the one who helped me find Raffle enthusiastically. She was the first friend I met."

"That time I prevented them from going to the school's secret room, fearing that Gryffindor would be deducted points again. Hermione cast a spell on me. Later, she also apologized to me. She said she had a last resort."

"She also understands this truth, right? She is so smart, of course she knows to make the right choice."

"I knew she meant no harm, so I forgave her, and she is still my good friend."

"But now that I've formed Dumbledore's Army, many of Harry's Dumbledore's Army have left and they come to me, saying Harry they're either going on a night tour or copying their homework or going to a Quidditch match, and they don't have time at all. Teach them."

"I don't think I'm wrong, I just hope to help more people learn magic spells."

"I told them that I didn't have any malice, but they didn't forgive me, saying that I betrayed them, and they are no longer my good friends..."

"Actually, I don't blame them..."

"They have their reasons."

"I'm just not happy. I had few friends, and now I have fewer friends."

"..."

Anton listened to Neville chanting a lot. Sometimes he couldn't get the words right, and sometimes he was so conflicted. He just smiled and waved his wand at the Black Lake.

Not long after, two half-meter-long giant shrimps flew in front of them from the lake.

"Creak creak!"

Sunshine Food Curse, after a dazzling process, two grilled shrimps strung on huge bamboo sticks float in front of you.

(See Chapter 421 for the steps)

Neville was not polite to Anton, picked up one, took a big bite hard, it was so hot that his mouth moved, but he couldn't bear to spit it out.

Gulu, he swallowed it in one gulp, "It smells so good~"

Then, he muttered and ate again.

"But I actually know that they are not malicious, they just don't understand, the members of Dumbledore's Army don't owe them anything, everyone is free to come and go, just want to find a place to learn magic spells..."

"Wow (sound of gnawing shrimp meat)...I know he is the savior, I don't want to take his honor...I..."

Neville took his last bite, staring dumbfounded at the bamboo stick, watching it transform back into a pebble.

"Well, Anton, to be honest, I'm not envious of him, I'm a little jealous of him, I'm jealous of his power, I'm jealous of his reputation, I'm jealous of his natural justice..."

"I……"

"I also want to be the savior! I also want to be the person who attracts the attention of everyone! I also want to be an excellent person. I can teach so many classmates. I am not only a little proud, but I am actually very proud."

There was an indescribable shame on his face, "Anton, am I a bad person?"

Anton threw away the pebbles casually, clapped his hands, and put his arm around Neville's shoulders, "Hey, buddy, in my eyes, you are a hundred times better than Harry Potter!"

Neville's face was flushed, and he waved his hands, "No, no, I...I..."

"Oh, come on, be confident."

Anton smiled, stood up, and stroked Fat Ball's feathers, "Okay, let's all take a deep breath, don't think about what's there, let's have some fun!"

"Huh?" Neville stared blankly at Anton, suddenly having a bad premonition in his heart.

I saw that the fat ball in Anton's hand was rapidly expanding and getting bigger and bigger, and finally turned into a huge fire dragon with pink feathers.

"Merlin's beard, it..." Oh, Neville will never forget the terrifying scene of the fat ball turning into a dragon, and almost killed himself at that time!

(See Chapter 311 for details)

It's a pity that Anton didn't give him a chance to scream, and slipped his handle onto his collar, and grabbed the feather on Fat Ball's back.

Wuhu~

take off~

fly~

Fat Ball raised his head to the sky and let out an angry roar, and with the rainwater gathered around him, he rushed into the Black Lake happily.

Boom~

Splash high.

Boom~

Fatball stretched its wings and took Anton and Neville up vertically, as if to fly to the moon.

Neville's eyes widened in horror, and he suddenly felt a strange sense of weightlessness. He grabbed the fat ball's feathers with both hands, and brought water droplets all over the sky, boom~, smashed into the black lake again.

"Wuhu~"

"Fat Qiu, is this your speed? Hurry up, hurry up!"

"Quack quack..." Anton smiled strangely, and immediately swallowed a large amount of lake water. "Gurrrrrrrrrrr..."