Chapter 434 Dumbledore's Army

"What evil things are you doing!" Harry Potter didn't have the slightest fear of straying into the gathering of dark wizards alone. The kid was full of courage and looked at everyone with righteous words. Those wicked Slytherins!"

"Ha~ra~ Pot!" Draco pushed away Calaboo and Goyle, who were helping him to block the flames, and walked up angrily, staring at him coldly, "This is from Slytherin." There is no need for this Gryffindor to dictate things!"

"Exactly!" Anton hugged Draco cheerfully, "Our Dumbledore's Army is studying, it would be wrong for you to interfere."

"Dumbledore's Army?" Harry Potter seemed to have heard some outrageous words, and looked at Anton in disbelief.

"Of course!" Anton laughed, turned around and held up his hands, "Students, tell this Gryffindor, who do we fanatically worship?"

Oh~

That's a good question.

But everyone didn't know how to answer, the little snakes looked at each other, and it was still the prefect Faine who was clever, waved his fists, and shouted with all his strength, "Dumbledore!"

Looking at Anton's appreciative gaze, he suddenly felt that the heat that had just been inhaled into his lungs melted into his blood, and along with the blood vessels surged in his limbs, surged in his chest, and rushed straight to his brain.

"Deng! Bu! Li~! Many!"

So the little snakes shouted, "Dumbledore! Dumbledore!"

"Students!" Anton raised his hands again, "Tell this Gryffindor, who are we loyal to?"

"Dumbledore! Dumbledore! Dumbledore!  …"

Very good, the more the crowd shouted, the more uniform they became, and the more they shouted, the more excited they became. Shouting and shouting, the emotions were overwhelming, and I was moved, and some even shed tears of excitement.

"Students, tell this Gryffindor who we are fighting for!"

"Dumbledore! Dumbledore! Dumbledore!  …"

The shouts became louder and louder. The enthusiasm of these fanatical fans was so contagious that even Durmstrang's students who came to watch the fun couldn't help shouting.

Well, hopefully their headmaster Karkaroff won't kill them when they go back to school.

Anton laughed, you evil Slytherins are really bad, I like it.

He glanced at the stunned Harry Potter, and suddenly found that his silly brother Ron also raised his fist, and was about to call Dumbledore's name, but Hermione glared at him and put it down resentfully.

Ha ha.

Anton doesn't dislike Harry Potter, on the contrary, he has a good impression of this man who is full of justice in his heart.

It's just that everyone has a different opinion, and I'm afraid they won't be able to urinate in a pot.

"This is impossible..." Harry Potter murmured, staring at Anton with wide eyes, "This is just a conspiracy by you Slytherins! You don't..."

Before he finished speaking, Draco rushed forward, "Hehe, you Gryffindor have two Dumbledore's Army, why can't we Slytherin have one?"

"Dumbledore is not only your Gryffindor headmaster, but also our headmaster!"

Harry Potter thinks everything is extremely absurd. Slytherin these evil wizards worship Dumbledore fanatically? And then set up his own Dumbledore's Army?

To be honest, not to mention Harry Potter, even little snakes think it is absurd.

For a moment, eh, are we on the side of the light? Can you still play like this?

Many little snakes looked at Anton and suddenly felt a very strange feeling, as if...

It's as if this person is the real Slytherin and he's pretending to be a fake one.

This idea is simply brilliant, first of all, Dumbledore is the greatest wizard of this century, no one can say their fault. Second, because Harry Potter's establishment of Dumbledore's Army was not criticized by others after it spread to the outside world...

Then, they also formed a Dumbledore's Army, which seemed to be justified.

As for whether it is really Dumbledore's Army...

Is it important?

At least the kids from conspiracy families didn't really care.

"No, you guys are fake!" Hermione keenly noticed the problem, stood beside Harry Potter, raised her head proudly, her fluffy hair fluttered, "Dumbledore doesn't know how to use black magic , while you are learning the Dark Arts."

She looked around with eyes of "my old lady has already seen through you scum", standing there with a small body, her aura was no less than that of the crowd of seventh grade Slytherins.

The point is that everyone has no way to refute it.

Oh, Master Malfoy couldn't stand this kind of anger, he moved forward coldly, staring into Hermione's eyes, no matter whether he was justified or not, he absolutely couldn't lose his momentum.

"You disgusting mud..."

snap~

Anton grabbed him, "Hey, buddy, she's right, we should reflect, we're wrong."

Draco looked back at him in astonishment.

"Actually, I promised to come and tell you something just to get everyone on the right track with Dumbledore's Army."

Anton patted Draco's shoulder lightly, looked at the trio with a smile, ignored them, and walked towards the round stone platform with his hands behind his back.

"Students..."

He lowered his head and pondered for a while, "When I was suffering in Azkaban, when I looked up at those terrifying dark wizards in the cell opposite me, I often thought about a question."

Anton looked up at everyone, his eyes sparkled, "Since black magic is restricted by so many laws, and since black magic is disgusted by so many people, why do people want to learn it?"

His eyes were burning, as if with light, "Later I figured it out, because the power of black magic is huge. Of course, the side effects are also huge."

"Remember what I just told you about the key to learning the Dark Arts?"

"Control! You have to control your spell!"

He was a little emotional, "It's easy to learn a spell, but it's hard to master a spell."

"Students, I have been wandering around the world with my father since I was a child. After my father died, I followed a teacher to wander around the bottom of society. I have seen too many dark wizards."

"They did learn black magic, which is very destructive, but they also became slaves to black magic without knowing it, becoming extremely cruel, vicious, crazy. Know what it feels like? One day, you become no longer It's you."

"So..."

"I was thinking, if ordinary magic can be as powerful as black magic, or even more powerful than black magic, then who would be willing to learn black magic with side effects?"

"That, then, is the subject of our lecture."

Boom~

Fierce Flame extended from his feet again, turning the area within two meters around him into an orange sea of ​​flames.

With a flick of his finger, a dark blue flame burned beside him.

With a light tap of the wand, the scorching flame turned into a long dragon, circling up and down around him.

"Fiendfire and Netherflame, the two black magic flames, and the Flame Curse."

Under the power of the flames, all the people who were about to refute Anton's words swallowed their words. The fire in front of them was too terrifying, and Anton standing in the fire seemed even more inviolable.

Harry Potter wanted to say something more, but Hermione held him and shook his head gently.

She decided that it would be wise to find out the flaws in Anton's words and use them to defeat him.

"The Fierce Fire Curse devours and burns everything in sight. It is powerful, but ordinary wizards cannot control it."

"The Ghost Flame Curse is less powerful, but extremely stable. It is easy to control its deformation and has strong plasticity. In fact, in the eyes of ancient wizards, this kind of flame is generally used as a helper in potion laboratories." ( Influenced by Professor Voldemort, Anton also likes to use this flame to write in the air.)

"The Flame Curse is between the two. It is extremely powerful, and it doesn't need to be too difficult to control. This is why modern wizards like to use it the most."

"Some people say that the Fiercefire Curse is classified as black magic because it requires great malice when casting the spell. The ghostly fire curse, which is a vaguely positioned spell, also requires malice, so it must be classified as black magic."

"But the same is true for the flame curse. If you really want to control this curse, you need to have the determination to burn everything. Look, this determination is actually a kind of malice."

"But this kind of maliciousness happens to not distort a wizard's mind, which is very important, because a distorted mind can't show it in normal times, and when encountering some extremely positive emotional spells, it will become all evil spirits. human hindrance."

"Like the Patronus Charm."

With a light wave of Anton's wand, all the flames disappeared, and he talked on the round platform, explaining all the key points of the three flame spells in a simple and simple way.

Talk about their differences, talk about their commonalities, talk about their spell-casting effects, and talk about their control.

Time passed by little by little, and everyone was immersed in the ocean of knowledge.

Anton speaks too clearly. He can always use simple and easy-to-understand words to outline the dark and deep meaning of magic itself. He can always use various cases to support his arguments. Let people clearly understand the key points of the spell.

To put it simply, for most of the day, everyone present learned everything about these three spells.

"!!!"

When Anton said, "Then this is the end of our lesson today", Harry Potter suddenly woke up.

Merlin's beard!

What the hell is he doing!

I actually listened to him so much, and...

And he also learned the two black magics of 'Fierce Fire Curse' and 'Ghost Fire Curse'!

He, Harry Potter, Harry Potter, who hated black magic extremely, and Harry Potter, who was at odds with dark wizards, actually learned black magic.

Woohoo, I'm not clean anymore!

"You... you devil!" Harry Potter shrieked tremblingly, "Wrong, what you said is wrong, black magic is black magic, learning black magic is wrong, you openly teach others black magic, I'm going to tell Professor Dumbledore!"

Anton raised his eyebrows, strolled down from the round stone platform, and walked to Harry Potter step by step.

Harry swallowed, and quickly pulled out his wand. Hermione behind him had already clenched his wand tightly. Only Ron, looking at his good friend and his brother, had a tangled and painful expression on his face.

"Harry...Anton...you don't..."

At this time, the little snakes of Slytherin also walked behind Anton one after another, looking at the trio coldly.

Anton grinned suddenly, "What I just described is from the October 25, 1933 issue of "The Latest Encyclopedia of Spells", an article written by Dumbledore himself."

"Of course, I made a little stretch." Anton made a small gesture with his fingers.

"As I said, we are Dumbledore's Army, and of course we must learn from Dumbledore's wisdom."

Harry's eyes widened, "Impossible, you lied!"

Anton blinked, with a sincere face, "This magazine is in Neville's hands now, can you borrow it from him?"

(See Chapter 232 for details)

With that said, he patted Harry Potter on the shoulder and walked straight out.

"Quack quack..."

Draco patted Harry Potter's shoulder shyly, and smiled.

"Hey hey..."

Prefect Faney stroked his big blond head with a solemn expression, "Maybe we two Dumbledore's Army can have a conversation, I think it's a good idea, you can think about it."

Harry Potter stared blankly at him, patted himself on the shoulder, let out a strange 'Jie Jie Jie' smile and left.

"Goose goose..." A beautiful Slytherin senior also patted him on the shoulder and walked by.

Afterwards, Harry Potter only felt like an internet celebrity check-in point, every Slytherin would come and pat him on the shoulder, then smiled evilly, and walked past him.

One, one, and another.