Chapter 549 (Add More) Anton's Cramming Teaching

When manpower is limited, at least Anton now has no way to touch some of the lowest levels of the magical world.

For example, memory, whether it is the Oblivion Curse, the Cruciatus Curse, or through the Boundless Void, the most he can touch is the memory in the soul, and he cannot change the bottommost primitive memory.

For example, the bloodline, he can spy on the magic structure of the bloodline origin of the "Three Hallows of Death Pattern", but he cannot touch it.

It's like there is a glass window, and he can only peek greedily from the window.

He even thought that this so-called glass window might be a computer screen displaying images.

It's not like breaking through the glass violently can touch everything.

He can only vaguely ascertain such a piece of information-the collective underlying memory has been formed for a long time, and the collective collective consciousness nebula can bestow blood.

See, it's really possible that they're somehow connected.

Then, the only way is to do more experiments.

Thank you so many prisoners of Azkaban for their cooperation!

"Thank you~"

"Twisted Prison!"

Endless fog spread, Anton stood on the round platform, staring at the walls of the prison, staring at each figure, staring at the deepest changes of each soul.

"There must be some kind of change!"

"If the theory of the galaxy of collective consciousness is correct, there is no way that more than two hundred of you black wizards cannot form a collective!"

Anton licked the corner of his mouth, "It's almost there!"

His other hand was raised high, as if holding up a sun, the silver light slanted down, and the dementors wandering in the mist fled in terror.

"Collect and release..."

"Collect and release..."

"Yes, looking for a certain critical point!"

One of Anton's eyes turned azure blue, and there was a faint surge of lightning. The field of vision penetrates the colorful fog and instantly enters the world of boundless void.

In this field of vision, countless soul black lines spread out from his own memory planet, extending towards the 'Adams Transit Station', and then connecting more than two hundred memory planets.

No, he didn't even spare the group of dark wizards deep in the North Pole.

Knowledge!

All the magical knowledge (excluding his own insights) he learned from traveling across the world frantically rushed towards other people's memory planet.

They will penetrate the level of thinking and enter the soul memory of dark wizards. Then, the countless black threads of the soul will wither, which means that they cannot accept this knowledge at all, which is referred to as the left ear going in and the right ear coming out.

And the knowledge they can absorb will be completely integrated into their memory. After their own understanding, these foreign memories will automatically disconnect the black thread of the soul, which means they have been absorbed.

Of course, more is gradually forgotten.

Anton found that dark wizards on the fringes were more receptive to their own content about the Hogwarts school curriculum.

The Death Eaters, on the other hand, are better able to understand the contents of the black magic books they read in the restricted area.

At the same time, due to different personal experiences, everyone will always have some novel insights bursting out of their minds. I'm sorry, these are all Anton's rewards, they can only be harvested, and they will not be in their memory at all. leave traces.

"Teaching~"

"Simple and crude force-feeding is always the most effective!"

"Quack quack..."

Anton laughed like crazy, and sang loudly, "The fairy caresses my head, and the hair knot grants longevity!"

"..."

"..."

Lights of curses burst out from cracks in doors, cracks in stones, and windows of Azkaban.

Montgomery looked at the other Auror, swallowed, and crouched carefully in the corner.

A group of Aurors who were stationed in Azkaban before were irradiated by the curse released by Anton because they were too curious about the baby. Now several of them have called for sick leave, and one of them simply went to see a psychiatrist.

"Is he going to class like this?" Montgomery had just finished the task, and was still thinking about coming over for class. Oh my god, this is Anthony Weasley! Only the prisoners of Azkaban could attend the private lessons of the top potions masters and spell masters. He was so sad at the time, wishing he could find a reason to lock himself in and attend the lessons.

"Boss, yes." The Auror calmly took out an apple from the pocket of his woolen coat, and took a bite, "These prisoners are very obedient after the lesson, even better than after being absorbed by dementors. .”

The corners of Montgomery's eyes twitched, "Ha... ha... really?"

The Auror chewed the apple, and looked at the magical power bursting out from the cracks in the stone beside him in admiration, "Merlin's beard, come over a few more times with Anthony, and these dementors will all lose their jobs."

"..." Montgomery looked scared.

"By the way, this is our Auror office's punishment for escaped prisoners, right?" The Auror's expression made me understand, "Of course, I know, boss, I understand, we just say that he is here for class, Reform the mental outlook of the prisoners."

"Crack!" Montgomery gave the Auror a blow on the head.

"Eat and eat, you will know how to eat."

"I ask you, did he tell these prisoners anything?"

The Auror rubbed his head, "No, come here on time after dinner every day, and it's almost 10:30 after the tossing, and get off work on time."

He leaned over, with a shocked expression on his face, "He began to cast magic without saying a word, this kind of high-intensity spell can last for several hours, it is simply unheard of, boss, Anthony is a monster, he is scarier than the mysterious man! "

Montgomery's face turned cold, "What are you talking about, let him tell the mysterious man together, are you planning to go in and get your head washed by magic before you understand what not to say?"

Auror rolled his eyes, "Come on, boss, it's not that you don't know me, so I'll tell you that."

He pointed to the inside of the castle, "Listen."

The two of them listened to Anton's wild laughter inside, "Quack quack..."

Immediately his expression became strange.

Auror shrugged, "Look, how dare I offend such a wizard? He is much more terrifying than a dark wizard. If he is an enemy of the Ministry of Magic, we don't know how many lives we will have to pay to hurt him. .”

snap~

Montgomery hit his head again.

"If you can't speak, don't speak."

"oh."

...

...

Finally, when the hands of the watch on his wrist pointed to 10:30, sure enough, Anton left work on time briskly.

This face is clean, and the eyes are so pure that they seem to be able to reflect the clouds in the sky outside the Castle of Azkaban. There is no trace of the world, revealing a sense of agility.

"Hey, Montgomery, long time no see."

The little wizard smiled shyly.

Montgomery and the Auror waved in sync, and grinned in unison, showing bright smiles.

"Hey, Anthony."

"Hey, Anton."

"Speaking of the unspoken rules of our Auror office, aren't those Aurors who have no future sent to Azkaban? Why are you here, the captain?"

puff~

The Auror who gnawed on the apple only felt an arrow in his chest, and his mind kept echoing——

no future...

Promising...

of……

Montgomery hesitated for a moment, "That's right, Anton, you know, although the prisoners are prisoners, many of them are not unforgivable, because of the particularity of the dementors and this castle, our office wants to Check things out from time to time."

He gritted his teeth and stared at Anton, "to ensure that they will not be harmed excessively. You know, the "Secrecy Act", they are all members of wizards, and the population of wizards is already very small... "

Anton looked at him inexplicably, "I know, Director Scrimgeour told me about it."

"Yes...really?" Montgomery let out a sigh of relief and showed a smile uglier than crying, and said with some difficulty, "It's good that you know, I know to remind you."

"Don't worry. Everything is going well." Anton raised his eyebrows at Montgomery.

"When I put all the knowledge required for standard studies into their heads, I will adjust the balance in their souls, ensuring that more than half of them will become normal wizards and will no longer be affected by black magic."

Montgomery froze for a moment, then exclaimed, "Are you really teaching???"

Anton couldn't help but widen his eyes, "What else?"