Chapter 532 You Died So Miserably~

Bella, who also fell into extremes and acted indulgently, and Neville, who was struggling with restraint, had an extremely interesting difference.

To apply superstitious mythology, one is a devil and the other is a fallen angel.

Well, Muggles don't understand it, and wizards are also anti-superstitious.

After all, wizards are also plagued by superstition. In the past, they were tied to a cross and burned to death in the name of "serving the pleasure of the devil and gaining evil power". The historical records are not as easy as some people say today ——Hey, I just took a bath in the flames and teased the Muggles by the way. Eh, just play.

What a fart.

A wizard will still rub and bleed when he falls, and there will be a few who really have the ability to resist flames.

Even if you prepare the fire-resistant potion in advance, those who hold the dung fork must give you a chance to drink the potion.

Especially the construction of the modern magic system, and the reorganization of the modern magic system, that almost lifted the mysterious veil of magic.

But a mystery is a mystery after all.

Anton looked at Neville and Bella with interest.

In order not to completely degenerate into a dark wizard, Neville, a silly boy, chose the stupidest way - he gave himself some kind of herbal medicine, so that he could empathize with Bella.

In other words, while torturing Bella, Neville was also torturing himself.

Anton clearly remembered Neville's extremely firm gaze and tone just now - I should know what I'm doing to others!

very good.

Very Gryffindor.

It's a man!

Anton gave a thumbs up, scolded a fool, and stood beside Neville helplessly.

At the same time, he waved the wand in his hand quickly, brainwashing the other Death Eaters, and using the Amnestic Curse to change the magic used by Neville and himself.

After all, the Unforgivable Curse cannot be used on the table.

Finally, he walked up to Rodolphus and looked down at the Death Eater.

This guy should have completely broken free from the influence of black magic when he was in Azkaban, and began to have some positive emotions.

And relying on these, he can easily master part of the great pyrenes' abilities without turning into an antlers great pyrenes.

Such as huge strength, such as a strong body.

There is nothing more research-worthy than this.

You know, Anton wanted to improve his defense power, and he also wanted to turn his skin into a 'dragon skin', so that he had a defense power comparable to Hagrid.

But this thing still maintains human skin.

"Tsk~"

To be honest, Anton was a little jealous.

Sure enough, no one should be underestimated. These Death Eaters are all extremely talented wizards, and they also have backgrounds from pure-blood families, so they can always give themselves some surprises.

Of course, this is also a kind of affirmation.

Instead of building a car behind closed doors, it is better to open your mind and share your knowledge, and then you can see some scenery that you have never seen.

It would be much easier for Anton to study these achievements that came out of his own theory.

"The strength of the body..."

Anton licked the corner of his mouth and looked up to the sky.

Neville's move fell from the sky just now, if it were an ordinary wizard, he would have been smashed into meatloaf long ago.

"Huh?"

Anton's eyes widened suddenly, and he looked at the sky suspiciously, oh, of course there is nothing in the sky now. It's just that he raised his head, imagining the scene of Neville, a huge 4-meter-high werewolf falling from the sky...

"Scrimgeour!"

He finally realized that these officials of the Ministry of Magic who like to make explicit hints and not speak human words are using the box magic of "Giant's Backstream" to hint at themselves.

Whether this high-end expulsion spell can deal with missiles is another matter.

After all, technology is so advanced now, and the Ministry of Magic has close ties with Muggle officials, so it should be aware of the limitations of this spell.

But ah...

Why is this trick used to deal with werewolves and huge monsters who are taller than humans, and it is not generally effective.

Anton could even guess that the more afraid he was of this huge monster, the better the effect would be!

What's more, Neville, who is 4 meters tall, and Anton, who is more than ten meters tall...

"Damn, is this a warning?"

"It's still a friendly advice, let me know that the Ministry of Magic has such a magic?"

His mentor, old Ronaldo, didn't teach this stuff.

Anton doesn't like politics, he just likes to be pure. What he knew before was all learned under the orders of old Ronaldo, and he thought it was fun and didn't wash it away. He really doesn't understand the current situation. up.

Nor did he intend to figure it out for himself.

Just ask old Ronaldo, the old fox.

If this is really used to frighten himself, then he can't say, his Animagus will have to think about it again to see if he wants to make some "mouse Animagus", or "sniffing anima" Gus', or even an 'Animagus beetle' too.

He would like to see if the Ministry of Magic can still come up with "The Reversal of Small Things".

Anton smacked his mouth, muttered a few words silently, and gestured his wand to the sky twice in displeasure.

Finally, he put his wand lightly against Rodolphus' forehead and observed his condition carefully.

It wasn't a big problem either. His brain was concussed, his internal organs were ruptured, multiple bones were shattered, and he was bleeding internally, but his vitality was terribly strong.

His body is slowly healing itself!

From the perspective of 'Grindelwald's eyes', this guy's soul looks just like that, ordinary, nothing out of the ordinary.

But it was completely different under the vision of the 'Bu Bird's Eye', an extremely strange image of magic power appeared on his body.

Yes, magic images!

You know, no matter whether Anton is using the 'wizard's eyes' or the advanced version of the 'bu bird's eyes', when he observes the wizard, it is a complete color block.

Filch, whose soul was stretched by Voldemort, and Lockhart and Hannah, who were transformed by Hufflepuff's inheritance, are just some dark green cracks on the color block.

It is the guardian beast of the witch tribe in Birmingham, the 'big white bear', which is also a magical image of half human color blocks and half white bear patterns.

But this one is different.

The whole body is full of magical images!

Anton has only seen this kind of situation on magical animals!

The corner of his mouth twitched, "So, when someone else turns into a great pyrene bear, that's the transformation of a wizard. How about you, instead of transforming, you turned into a magical animal yourself?"

only……

Is this really a magical animal?

Anton frowned, and slightly shook the wand in his hand, "Shenfeng Wuying!"

A sharp three-centimeter curse edge appeared on the tip of the wand and lightly brushed against Rodolphus' finger. A test tube floated out of the snuff box and a large bottle was taken.

The field of blood was Snape's strong point, and Anton planned to ask about it.

At this moment, several huge explosions appeared not far away.

This is the sound that occurs when Apparating.

Anton frowned, and quickly walked in front of Neville, "The Aurors from the Ministry of Magic are here, you have to leave quickly, otherwise they will check your wand and find you using the Unforgivable Curse."

Neville raised his head slowly, his mouth moved, showing a difficult smile that was uglier than crying.

"Anton, I finally...finally..."

puff~

Blood flowed from his mouth, rolled his eyes, and poured down slowly.

"!!!" Anton checked it quickly. Fortunately, it was just exhausted. He swiftly put Neville's wand into his snuff box, then took out a spare wand and stuffed it into Neville's mouth. in the pocket of his wizard's robe.

With just such a delay, the Aurors quickly completed the encirclement and flew towards this side on a broomstick.

How fast are the broomsticks dedicated to the Auror Office of the Ministry of Magic? Almost every one is just a little bit worse than the Firebolt, and the speed easily exceeds 200 kilometers per hour.

It only takes a blink of an eye to fly over.

Anton was about to take Neville to use the 'Little Waltz Phantom Shuttle' to leave, when he suddenly realized, shit, Bella's memory hasn't been modified yet.

He doesn't like leaving tails.

then……

The chili water used to make barbecue has a new use, and the effect is great, and the tears flowed out.

"Ahhh..."

"Neville~~~~You died so badly~~~~"

"My poor Neville~~~~"

Anton held Neville in one hand, quietly held the wand against Bella's body in the other hand, and quickly operated the Oblivion Curse technique, which was originally difficult, with one hand.

"You said you admire Aurors, and if you want to become a hero like your parents, you must follow me. It's all my fault, my fault~~~"

"Don't die~~~"

The Aurors who landed on the ground looked at the fallen Death Eaters, and looked at the child in Anton's hands in silence. It was the child of the old colleague Longbottom's family. Of course, everyone was familiar with it.

Now, this child, with his head up, the blood in his mouth is flowing, dripping down his chin which is slightly baby fat.

It looked very sad.

"Anton!" Scrimgeour looked at him silently, his voice a little hoarse, "Longbottom is a family of heroes, and this child is also a hero, you... oh~~"

He raised his head and sighed, unspeakable vicissitudes.

After decades of Auror career, he no longer knows how many corpses of his comrades-in-arms he carried into coffins, and how many injured Aurors were sent to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries. permanent disability.