Chapter 478 I'm Still Too Weak

There is a general consensus in the wizarding world-practicing black magic will make people cold-blooded, cruel and vicious.

In practice, if a person becomes cold-blooded, cruel and vicious without a brain, then he probably has less brains, just like those depraved beasts in movies and TV.

At that time, more than a hundred people on the deck formed a group for various interests and planned to get mandrakes. They still had a bit of brains and knew how to do evil in the name of Anton.

And those in the banquet hall in the belly of the ship are really a bit brain-dead. After a few words, they were fooled into joining in to do big things together, so they became the thugs of the gang, specially dealing with this kind of monster with high magic resistance, large size and strong strength. .

Anton managed to deal with that wave of people, and now he saw someone doing illegal things while calling his name.

ha~

Anyone would want to kill anyone.

what?

You mean I asked you to come?

I don't take the blame for it, if it wasn't for the Auror's office already surrounding the place, Anton would definitely use the Oblivion Curse to brainwash them again.

Of course, Anton is not a murderous maniac.

Except for those who used the Unforgivable Curse to deal with themselves, most of them were knocked down by milder curses such as 'fainting'.

On the whole, he's quite kind.

"Roar~"

A wolf's head and a werewolf arm suddenly appeared on the stone mountain wall beside the black wizard. The huge stone-like werewolf arm grabbed him, and the wolf's head bit down hard.

The black wizard struggled and shook twice, and finally broke free from the neck down.

"I said that……"

Anton waved his wand and drew a gust of wind, which dispersed the swarm of poisonous insects that suddenly floated in. "Throw down the wand, and raise your hands high!"

The blood stained the ground red, and the sea-smelling gust of wind roared through the valley, but it couldn't blow away the stench of blood.

The red color of the gravel and sandy land, which had been washed white by the tide, was particularly abrupt.

Even more abrupt are the fragmentary human bodies.

A black wizard trembled a few times, then suddenly knelt on the ground and vomited profusely.

Someone swallowed, threw the wand in his hand on the ground neatly, looked at Anton in horror, panted heavily and raised his hands high.

He has dealt with three or five Aurors in his life, and sometimes they are so familiar that they know each other's nickname.

But he had never seen anything so brutal.

Even for Alastor Moody, who was called Mad-Eye, at least Moody's purpose was to arrest people, while the Auror in front of him only wanted to kill people.

"Woo woo woo..."

A witch collapsed, cried and knelt down, frantically threw the wand away in her hand, covered her face, "Don't kill me, don't kill me, I haven't killed anyone, you caught me Zikaban, let me go to the Wizengamot for trial, don't kill me~~~ woo woo woo~~~"

One by one, all surrendered.

Some even pulled out the spare magic wands hidden in the folds of the skirt and tied to their thighs and put them in front of them, and they were neatly arranged in a ritualistic way, kneeling there with admiration...

Anton used the floating spell to control the wands to float behind him, curled his lips, "Isn't it better to cooperate earlier?"

He released a 'clean up' to himself, and walked slowly to the other side of the valley.

The battle over there was more intense. The black wizard fought an adult male river troll. The loud sound wafted over from a distance. Anton sniffled, smelling the smell of blood, and frowned slightly.

The river troll is destined to die, and the Ministry of Magic will express its anger, but in fact, they allow this kind of thing that weakens the magical animal tribe to happen. The old fritters like old Ronaldo have already counted everything.

Protecting these cubs and the female river trolls who can take care of them to grow up is almost the completion of the established plan.

leftover……

Anton was not in such a hurry to deal with it.

He was reviewing the operation this time, and the old Ronaldo gave him a suggestion for micro-manipulation, but it seemed that he was unqualified, and he didn't have the ability to do the so-called micro-manipulation.

Can only rush into the battlefield extensively, choose to directly flip the table.

Anton knew that he did have the ability to flip the table, but this was when he encountered someone weaker than himself. What if it was Dumbledore, Voldemort, Grindelwald?

Can't beat it!

These people not only surpassed themselves in controlling the power of magic, but also far surpassed themselves in subtleties.

Anton knew this clearly, at least without the help of the 'Tom Wreck' plug-in, he would no longer be able to release the Cruciatus Curse that was one meter thick.

Even if you use your other soul as a cheat temporarily, there is no way.

He can't beat Voldemort!

But he knew that among his peers, someone had the potential to do it—Harry Potter.

This paranoid to stubborn Harry, his inner insistence on love and justice, has gradually reached an extremely extreme level under Dumbledore's training - he is quietly grasping the power in his body that is more surging than silence!

Anton was not jealous of Harry Potter, and even because he had watched movies, novels and fan fiction in his previous life, he actually liked this paranoid little boy quite a bit.

One's own path is one's own.

Nothing to do with Harry Potter.

Harry Potter is useless, and he is also unable to defeat Voldemort, this is a fact.

Having experienced the battlefield and came to an actual combat exercise, Anton suddenly discovered that if he wanted to target high-end combat power, there were not many he could do.

First of all, human body transfiguration, whether it is an antlered great pyrenes or a giant werewolf, is really a target for people of Voldemort's level.

Secondly, group attack magic, tickle spells and body binding spells don't seem to have much effect, these spells all have counter spells. Even simpler, an Iron Armor Curse can also be defended against.

It can be said that many ordinary wizards can't learn the Iron Armor Curse, but for Voldemort's level, it really shouldn't be too simple.

Finally, there is Transfiguration.

That is, some of the transfiguration techniques that Anton used to fight this time.

The skills here are all learned from Dumbledore's papers, and Anton doesn't even understand many of them.

Voldemort is as powerful a wizard as Dumbledore.

Re-creating a 'Tom Wreck'? Anton thought for a while and shook his head. This is not a good idea. He has already figured out the biggest problem - affecting self-cognition.

He stopped in his tracks and let out a long sigh.

——I'm still too weak...

At this moment, Anton suddenly looked suspiciously at a young witch kneeling in front of him on the left, the one who also took out the spare wand and placed it neatly.

The young witch knelt on the ground, looked at herself tremblingly and with some fear, but suddenly and slowly leaned over and kissed her shoe.

"???"

What the hell?

Now Anton really can't fix it.

He looked at this inexplicable person with some doubts, and he could only say in his heart that there were too many bewildered people in the wizarding world.

Forget it, he still cares about his own affairs.

So Anton strode towards the battlefield on the side of the giant river monster. The wind howled, and his windbreaker flapped, making a rattling sound.