Chapter 623 Cruciatus over and over Again

On the second day of crossing, Anton not only had a full meal, but also got a pair of sneakers, and finally he no longer had to freeze his feet.

Anton has a great instinct to depend on others.

After eating, before the two girls finished chewing and swallowing slowly, they started to help clean the shop with a bucket and a rag.

This shop, which looks a bit dimly lit, is actually not that big. There is one on each side, and things are placed in a mess. There is a large table on the wall facing the store door.

On the shelf on the left are various bottles and jars. Look at the labels on them. They are all names that have not been heard before—slug slime, wormwood infusion, hellebore essence syrup, peppermint paste, mott Rat juice, liquid herb solvent...

On the shelf on the right are all kinds of bundled herbs, snake skins, animal horns and the like.

Just near the corner of the counter, there are a few wood carvings, which look like wild and ferocious.

At the same time, on the shelf near the door, there is also a wooden crow sculpture, painted black as a whole, with red eyes.

It can be seen that the people who made it are very good at carving, and their hands are very steady. Only in terms of aesthetics, it may be a bit...

Well……

The head is big and the body is small, and the left and right are uncoordinated. If you take a closer look, you will feel that this crow is about to fall off the shelf at any time.

When Anton was in college, he supported himself with figurines and saved enough tuition fees. For this reason, he took some sculpture courses online, which is more or less an introduction.

"You can also carve?"

Anton turned around in astonishment, and found Megan standing behind her with her arms folded, staring deeply at the crow on the shelf. This girl who seemed to have a fierce aura was inexplicably depressed.

"Um, I don't know how to carve wood, I only know how to make clay sculptures."

Megan frowned, turned her head to look Anton up and down, and nodded, "If you can become a battle wizard, I can teach you a little bit."

She stretched out her white fingers and gently stroked the crow's wooden carving, and said in a low tone, "Guide, this is the name of this wooden carving. It is a magic weapon given by the tribal priest when the ancient tribal fighting witch travels. It can guide Lost warriors find their way home."

"Unfortunately, my hands are clumsy, and I can't make these things at all."

"It can only be used to greet people who come into the store."

Megan didn't know what to think, and smiled self-deprecatingly, "I used to be very angry. My mother made me a tribal warrior, but let my sister Amanda be trained as a tribal priest. I am obviously smarter than her."

"After leaving the tribe, I was allowed to take a backup of all the tribe's data. Only then did I know the gap between me and Amanda."

"It lacks a little 'spirituality'. In the ancient witch tribe, they were very particular about spirituality."

Megan turned around suddenly, gently pinched Anton's chin with her palm and lifted it up. She leaned her head and stared at Anton's eyes, his eyes flickering.

"And you, an adult Muggle, miraculously experienced a magical riot and let me see 'spirituality'. This is simply the greatest mockery of me."

She pursed her lips, and dark red lines appeared around her eyes, spreading all the way, from her cheeks to her neck, all the way down the neckline, and then spread to her arms.

Anton could feel that the warm and soft touch of this girl's palm gradually began to heat up, with a scorching heat.

"But……"

Anton swallowed, a little unaccustomed to such an ambiguous distance, broke free from her palm, and took a step back.

"I don't know how to fight, uh, I mean, I was just a programmer, and I don't even exercise at ordinary times, and I would wobble with a bucket of water."

Megan shook her head, "No, it's not Muggle fighting, we are wizards, these are essentially a kind of witchcraft, of course, everyone calls it magic now."

"In ancient literature, spiritual witches can communicate with invisible spirits and gain abilities."

"In modern times, under the research of a certain generation of witches, it was discovered that it is actually a kind of magic that obtains the power of nature."

"This relationship between wizards and nature requires practitioners to have enough spirituality."

"Later, the witch tribe experienced the terrible 'witch hunting movement'. During that time, the research environment for witches became extremely harsh, and some people began to look for ways to maximize their combat effectiveness."

"Perhaps it is the mature combat magic of our current witch tribe, which originates from the ability to deal with the natural phenomenon of flame."

"The fire will tell us how to fight, the fire will strengthen our bodies, and the fire will guide us."

(mentioned in Chapter 303)

"But..."

Megan looked at Anton's engrossed expression, and chuckled, "You are not from our witch tribe, so it is impossible for me to teach you the most fundamental combat magic."

Seeing that Anton was stunned for a moment, she pulled out her wand from her collar and shook it, "As I said before, we are wizards, not warriors. Of course wizards need wands."

"I will only teach you simple combat magic that does not require a wand. I will teach you more unless you get my approval and join my tribe in the future."

"Also, you can't afford a wand."

Anton grinned, thinking it was a smile, it was a tragedy, after time travel, he still had to worry about money.

Next, Megan showed Anton a particularly magical thing-a suitcase that could hold a large truckload of items.

Well, as a person who has watched "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them", Anton is still very envious when he looks at this suitcase.

Nora also came to help after eating. The two young girls could even lift a tree trunk half a meter thick and two meters long.

Anton could only help to find bottles of various medicines on the shelves according to the list.

Then, the three of them carried the boxes and came to a seemingly deserted hut deep in the alley, with high walls and a large courtyard.

Those who climbed over the wall obviously did not belong to Megan and the others.

Nora carried some wooden sticks painted with various colors and carved with weird dog heads, and forcefully inserted them into the surroundings of the yard, "This is an expulsion stick. It can make Muggles who try to peek inside look away and leave on their own."

Anton watched all this in amazement, and looked forward to the ritual magic waiting.

At my own age, it is impossible to study at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Compared with saving money and going to Diagon Alley to buy magic books for self-study, studying with these two witches who seem to be very powerful seems to be a better way. Good choice.

Megan took out an oak basin from the suitcase, poured the medicine that was just on the shelf into it, and stirred it with a horn of a beast, muttering something in his mouth, adding various items from time to time.

Nuola grabbed a stone the size of a goose egg with her plump, white hand, and suddenly dark red lines appeared on her arm. She squeezed it hard, and the stone shattered and fell into the basin.

Eventually, the pot turned into a grass-green paste mixed with red seeds of certain herbs.

Megan pulled out a dagger, put it in his palm, and there was a sudden splash, blood flowed into the basin, causing Anton to take a breath.

"come over."

She hooked her blood-stained palm, Anton swallowed, hesitated, and approached firmly.

Under Megan's gesture, he stretched out his hand calmly.

Anton's heart began to become flustered. He was not afraid of pain. Anton, who was born as an orphan since childhood, was extraordinarily tenacious and ruthless.

only……

He suddenly began to wonder if the two women were going to cast some witchcraft on him, especially when he heard Megan say that she was going to be a wizard's slave girl.

Could it be the way, after all, where is the pie that fell from the sky, and at the beginning of time travel, I met someone who unconditionally wanted to help me learn magic? And it seems that a lot of magical materials that seem expensive are used.

However, he didn't seem to have a choice.

One of these two women could easily lift a huge tree trunk that he couldn't even move, and the other could crush stones with his bare hands.

And also mastered the mysterious magic.

"..."

Anton watched silently as the knife was scratched in his palm, blood flowed, and he twitched in pain.

He secretly warned himself, no matter whether he was deceived this time or not, he could no longer trust others casually in the future, especially wizards and magic, he could think of countless evil consequences.

He also wanted to struggle, and frantically called to the system in his heart.

But at this time, the system ignored him.

Megan found a brush that looked like it was made of animal hair, and stuck it in the basin to get the dye.

"Take off your clothes, this thing will feel a piercing pain when you apply it, you have to hold back."

Anton took a deep breath and could only follow suit.

"All, all places must be painted, otherwise when you walk into the flames, the unpainted places will be burned by the flames."

"!!!"

Nora waved her wand and cast a spell on the wood, "Fire!"

Boom~

The huge tree trunk burned and turned into a terrifying pillar of fire.

Anton's eyes widened immediately, "I... am I going to walk into this fire later?"

No one answered, and he couldn't help but look back, only to find Megan squatting on the ground holding a brush and looking at him with some hesitation, her face flushed.

She turned to look at Nora, "You come!"

Nora shook her hands in a panic, "Oh, Merlin's beard, don't, I don't know how to be a priest at all. I can't even figure out the most basic runes of this ritual magic that strengthens the body with flames."

Megan took a deep breath, hesitated for a moment, and finally raised the brush, "Damn it, our tribe will only recruit witches from now on, remember!"

Nora looked at Megan and Anton with a strange expression, and nodded, "But it seems that we left the tribe because we hoped that there would be wizards in the tribe of witches, so we could fall in love freely, didn't we?"

Megan just snorted coldly, "Either you come or shut up."

It should be charming at this time, there is a girl squatting in front of him, drawing something on her body with a brush.

However, as the paint on the brush touched Anton's body, a biting cold air froze him stiff.

hiss~~~~

Anton gritted his teeth tightly, clenched his fists, and restrained his trembling legs. He never thought that extreme cold would turn into pain.

He gasped heavily, staring down at Meghan's moving hand.

Just when he was mixing the paint, he had memorized all the mixing sequences and methods. At this moment, he also had to remember all the runes that Megan had painted on himself.

The whole body was covered with runes layer by layer, and some places even had to draw some patterns. Anton took the wooden stick passed by Nora and bit it, closed his eyes, and desperately let himself experience the pain.

Feeling this kind of pain wandering somewhere in the body, what kind of strange characters are portrayed, and what kind of patterns are drawn.

Definitely, must write down all these.

Don't miss any chance to learn magic!

only……

pain!

It hurts so much!

It was like Cruciatus over and over again, yes, it was the feeling of Cruciatus.

Anton felt that the Cruciatus Curse, one of the three unforgivables in the world of "Harry Potter", was probably like this.

In the icy air, the heart swallowed blood rapidly, with this coolness, starting from the heart, along every blood vessel, stirring along the way like a knife.

But he couldn't faint again, the cold breath stung his brain, he felt that his whole soul was going to be torn apart, but he became extra energetic.

...

In the distance, Anna clenched her wand tightly, not knowing whether to rush in.

She never left and stayed by her side silently. Just now when Anton was naked and Megan was kneeling in front of her, she wanted to rush forward.

But she held back, she didn't know why Anton made this body, and closed her memory, to re-experience everything after time travel.

But Anton must have his own deep meaning.

It's just that now seeing Anton in pain so that his whole body exudes the breath of 'tearing' and 'destruction', she really can't bear it anymore.

Staring nervously at Anton's distorted face that was about to deform, and seeing his pale face as if bleeding from blood, Anna's heart ached.