Chapter 450 Those Who Can't Kill Us

When Anton was talking to himself, he was speaking in his mother tongue, and Lockhart couldn't understand it. He just felt that his name was mentioned in the words just now.

Seeing Anton greeting him brilliantly, Lockhart somehow wondered if he had heard it wrong, and also showed a bright smile.

"I went back yesterday and thought about it all night, and suddenly I had a great idea."

Lockhart put the small suitcase on the table and took out a notepad from it, "Perhaps you should integrate your childhood experience into it. With such a background, true or false, this story is particularly readable. .”

Anton raised his head, thinking back to his childhood, oh, the experience in the orphanage was not so interesting.

"Childhood..."

"That's right." Lockhart looked very excited. "Our little reporters from the Hogwarts Weekly wrote a lot of reports on your small tutoring class for Slytherin."

Seeing Anton's surprised look, he couldn't help showing an expression of "I understand", "Don't worry, don't worry, I helped to polish the pen, the conflict between you and the savior Harry Potter will not be written in the newspaper."

Lockhart took out a manuscript from the suitcase, "In this small class, you talked about your childhood, traveling around the world with a single father, and after your father died, you wandered at the bottom of society with a wizard."

"I think this is a point that can be tapped, combining this wandering experience with the defense against death spells."

The more Lockhart talked, the more excited he became, "Maybe you should make up a good childhood friend. He is an extremely smart Muggle, and many of his words are particularly insightful."

"You have had many adventures together, oh, you know, the edge of the wizarding world is very dangerous, this good friend has unique insights into every kind of magical magic."

"Later, these insights became the key to your comprehension of the 'Defense Killing Curse'."

Saying that, Lockhart stood up, waving the manuscript, "You and your friends have experienced a lot. Once, a dark wizard arrested you for an experiment. You ran away, and then the dark wizard released a rope on you. Curse."

His whole face was flushed with excitement, and he gestured to the scene he was talking about, waving his hands as if pushing, "Run!"

"That's how the little friend yelled and pushed you away. You survived, and he died under the death curse."

"Since then, this little friend seems to have become your obsession."

"you swear!"

"We must find a way to defend against the killing curse!"

"When you were thinking hard, those words of your little friend in the past finally became your inspiration, as if he was by your side, and you worked together to complete the method of defending against the Death Curse!"

Anton frowned and listened to Lockhart's nonsense, inexplicably feeling that the story was quite touching, "It's just..."

Lockhart rushed over, sat on the opposite side of the table, put his hands on the table, and leaned over, "How? How! It's exciting, right?"

Anton didn't quite agree, "I think..."

"Look, there are Muggles and pure-bloods, there are adventures, friendships, deaths, bonds, obsessions, breakthroughs, and consolations. In the end, all of these turned into melancholy..."

"People can not only learn magic by reading such books, but also reflect on the wizarding world!"

Anton once felt that he had grasped the essence of Lockhart's writing, but after listening to the whole story framework he constructed, he could only lament that ginger is still old and spicy.

It's even worse than myself.

"This is much more interesting than writing theories dryly. Look, you can disassemble the most basic logical content and integrate them into every adventure. Experienced, your little friend said, can be taken into consideration.”

"You can even analyze what kind of scene and what kind of adventure you want to express according to the content you want to explain, which can most directly express your meaning."

"The only problem is..." Lockhart hesitated as he flipped through his notebook.

"I can fill in this fictional little friend, and character description is my strong point."

"But...you have read my books in detail, you should know that I prefer to go to some villages and the like, and I only go there after asking people to check that there is no danger there."

He sighed, "I don't know much about the chaotic fringes of the wizarding world."

Anton was silent for a moment, "I understand."

Lockhart's eyes widened immediately, "You really understand?"

"Yes, didn't you say that you saw the submission and knew about my childhood experience?"

"I thought..." Lockhart looked at Anton with a complicated expression on his face, "You know, we always like to exaggerate our own suffering and talk about it as if it is particularly difficult, but in fact it is not the case in many cases. I thought your father Since he is the Weasley of the sacred twenty-eight pure-blood family, even if he takes you alone..."

Anton shrugged indifferently, "I have experienced many dangerous places, I think this part can be truly described."

Lockhart nodded and pursed his lips. This smart man didn't want to go too far and tell Anton about his painful past.

"Then the last one is left. The scene where the black wizard releases the death curse on you. As long as it is well written here, the whole story will become particularly thick."

"Generally, when we describe such things that we have never encountered before, we use the substitution method, emotion substitution, and scene substitution." Lockhart looked very professional.

Anton saw that he seemed to be talking again, so he couldn't help interrupting him, "I understand that too."

"Many emotions in the world are common, I...huh?" Lockhart looked up at Anton in a daze, "You also understand this?"

Anton smiled slightly, "There is no Killing Curse, but the Cruciatus Curse has been hit a few times, it should be able to replace it emotionally."

"Merlin's beard!" Lockhart stared blankly at Anton, "What happened to you as a child?"

Anton pointed to the manuscript in his hand, "It's what you recorded in your hand. I grew up on the edge of the wizarding world, where it's especially dangerous and chaotic."

"I had the little friend you mentioned before. He did die at the hands of a black wizard, but it was not a death curse, but a curse on a corpse." Anton breathed out lightly, "When we died, we slept on the On a bed, he was only an arm's length away from me."

"At that time, he struggled to reach out to grab me, but I shrank back to the corner in fear."

(See Chapter 18 for details)

At that time, Anton had just crossed over not long ago, watched a person die in front of him, experienced the first Cruciatus Curse in his life, and felt the despair and fear of walking alone in the forest at night waiting for a werewolf to pounce...

The scene at that time, the feeling at that time, how could it be possible to forget it.

Anton looked at Lockhart with a smile, and spread his hands, "Unfortunately, my relationship with him is not very good. When encountering dangerous things, I always hope that the other party will try it first, so that I can die later."

Lockhart was silent.

He shook his head and silently stuffed the manuscript into the suitcase, "I want to tell you to make a fiction, not to tell you to be realistic. Writing a story like this is too cruel, like digging a scar that has finally healed with a knife. gone."

Anton thought for a while, then shook his head, "No, it can be written, life is like this, those things that don't kill us will eventually make us stronger."

Lockhart's eyes lit up, "That's a good sentence, we can write it on the title page."

"Hmm." Anton said softly, "Adventure stories are also easy to write. I had the experience of being pierced through my chest by a huge bone spur from a magical animal and almost died. This writing should be very realistic."

"What!" Lockhart dropped the quill in his hand and looked at Anton with his mouth wide open.

Anton smiled indifferently, "Actually, that's not the most painful thing. The most painful thing is that the toxins on the bone spurs erode the body afterwards, and every part of the body feels uncomfortable. I am so desperate that I want to take a knife and stab my body again."

"..."

"Oh~ no~ Anton, let's stop writing."

"It's nothing, it's all over."

Lockhart took a deep breath, and suddenly froze, "Hey, why did you turn out to be comforting me instead?"

Anton smiled lightly, "I see that you feel the same pain..."