Chapter 632 Do You Empathize Now?

Old Barty Crouch felt the Iron Armor Curse on his body, frowned, and looked around at the wizards who were constantly casting the Iron Armor Curse on him, vaguely feeling something was wrong.

But the patriarch of this old pure-blood family, a strong contender for the Minister of Magic, and in some respects has already surpassed Lucius Malfoy who jumped up and down, so he couldn't believe that Anton would choose to attack himself on such an occasion .

That's not something normal people would do!

But, Weasley, oh, Director, but even the Director is still a child.

If he really attacked himself in the courtroom that symbolized the authority of the Wizengamot's governing body, even if it was just the most common dancing spell, it would definitely give him an advantage.

No matter what, he could take the opportunity to drag this kid down from the director's position.

Crouch stared at Anton's immature face, which was so clean and clear that it seemed untainted by the taint of time, his heart moved, and his face showed the arrogance that children hate most, aloof and full of decay, and sneered, "Ha~"

He leaned his upper body forward, deliberately looked down at Anton with extremely hostile eyes from the high platform, jokingly, coldly, "I'd like to see, how do you show your so-called Animagus's theory that animal nature erodes human nature?"

The tone of voice was well handled by the old bureaucrat. He knew that his appearance would definitely arouse the hostility of the young wizard.

Heh, this shitty werewolf Animagus, isn't it just a werewolf spread by wolfsbane, with the addition of "wolfsbane potion" to control himself in the sane category? What is so easy to learn, he has no interest at all!

Even extremely disgusted, the werewolf is such a disgusting creature! It has been a cancer of the wizarding world for nearly a thousand years!

When he thought that if he turned into a werewolf, he would just want to cast a killing curse on himself, and there are still people who betrayed his camp because they wanted to be like the "werewolf Animagus" and went to Fudge!

Simply disgusting!

He has only one idea now, to make Anthony Weasley, a young and energetic kid, make an unforgivable mistake in the political field as soon as possible, heh, he pulled out his wand savagely, what, is he going to hit someone?

come on~

hit me~

Come on, hit me up~

The corner of Anton's mouth twitched, feeling the 'emotion' surging from Barty Crouch, and expressed that he really couldn't understand it.

But as a person, he has two great advantages--helping others!

Help others and make peace.

"That's good." Anton raised his little head and looked at old Barty Crouch seriously, "If you feel it well, you will know that I am not lying."

Very sincerely.

A glass bottle filled with an unknown potion flew out from the pocket of his wizard robe, crystal clear, and in the powder blue, there was a ball of hair made of black silk threads swimming, and there were lightning surges from time to time.

This is the semi-finished potion formula of the werewolf Animagus ritual magic transformation that Anton had studied before. At that time, he was studying the erosion of the human nature of wizards by animal nature, and made many such solutions.

Later, after the successful research, the formula has been improved, and these semi-finished products are equivalent to waste.

It happened to be waste utilization, and Anton remembered that Hannah, the hut partner who knew about this matter, had introduced a similar situation. He could account for the potion used this time in his office expenses and ask the Ministry of Magic for reimbursement.

Of course, because it is a semi-finished product, other potion materials are needed.

Rabbit's feces, the crystal yellow rubbery ball, and three ounces of rabbit's blood, this is called raw soup.

Moreover, the potion material in stock had shown signs of softening due to the accidental contamination of the rabbit's fluffy blood in the previous experiment. It may deteriorate after a long time, so it needs to be used as soon as possible.

Just like that, as Anton waved his wand, the small ball floated into the air, filled with blood, and instantly the small ball melted, turning into a ball of green viscous liquid medicine, mixed with the previous semi-finished product, accompanied by a The flames quickly rolled in mid-air.

"Wow~"

"What did I see!"

"Merlin's beard!" Karina Potter, the patriarch of the Potter family, was also present. As a top pharmacist, she has regained an important seat in the "Extraordinary Pharmacists Association" master by relying on her potion achievements. How could she? Missed this trial meeting which was related to the development of his own family, and followed the news from others early.

At this moment, she looked at Anton's method of mixing potions in amazement, and felt incredible, "He doesn't even need a crucible!"

(Karina Porter appears in chapters 583 and 604.)

Mr. Akinbad who was nearby nodded with a smile, "Last year was also a trial meeting. At that time, all the top wizards in the wizarding world were present, and everyone was amazed at the potion mixing technology performed by Anthony Weasley. Looking at it now , I still find it pleasing to the eye, I just feel that there will always be some amazing and brilliant people in the wizarding world."

Not only the people on the stage were shocked, but the members of the Wizengamot on the trial stage were also amazed.

"Anthony has taught me how to make potions." An old witch wearing a purple Wizengamot wizard robe said to Ms. Boenshi with a smile. "Dumbledore was seriously ill at the time, and Nicole May and I went to dispense medicine for Dumbledore. This kid was watching our techniques, and he was very eager to learn."

"I taught him some."

"I think this incident can also become a worthy record of my life deeds in the future."

(See Chapter 364 for details)

This old witch is named Gsilda Marchban, who was the examiner of Dumbledore's final wizard level examination when he was a student, a top wizard boss, and his qualifications in the Wizengamore were ridiculously high.

Such a boss is all very proud, let alone those other wizards.

Of course, old Barty Crouch didn't have that kind of awe-inspiring mood. In fact, his knowledge in the field of potion science had long since been neglected. There was no political interest in potions.

At this moment, he was staring at Anton's movements anxiously - what is he doing? Are you concocting an inexplicable potion again? Then how to prove that Animagus has the possibility of beastly erosion of human nature? Does he not attack me? Hit me? Hurry up and hit me!

He only felt that there was a mass of anger burning in his heart, and hearing the exclamation of the people around him, the anger went straight to his brain. Idiots, these idiots, do they know that the next step is the key to the game!

What kind of potion are you still concerned about?

It's just pathetic!

At this moment, Anton's wand flicked lightly, and the potion in mid-air liquefied into a crystal clear blood-red potion.

Oh, it's said that Animagus' potions are of this color, and for a moment people think it's blood.

"Sorry, I've been waiting for a long time." Anton looked at the anxious old Batty with an apologetic expression on his face, and waved his wand, turning the medicine in the air into a cloud of mist, and enveloped the old Batty, "Then you Feel it well. I believe you will agree with my point of view just now!"

Boom!

The mist moved extremely fast in mid-air, before it even had time to blink, it turned into a cloud of wolf-shaped mist that opened its teeth and claws and devoured old Batty.

"Oh~~"

Everyone screamed out.

"You attack me!" Old Batty was a little excited. He suppressed his excitement, stood up vigorously, pointed at Anton, tried his best to conceal his triumphant expression, and put on an expression of disbelief, "You actually attacked Anton? I, you know this is..."

Unfortunately, no one can see his expression.

In the bloody mist, old Batty's mouth grew, and a ball of black thread twisted his body and swam in. The reflection of a round moon swayed in the mist, and in the moonlight, the chrysalis of a ghost-faced hawkmoth turned into a phantom and merged with old Barty. Suddenly, lightning surged, tearing apart the chrysalis as if with a scorching aura that would tear everything apart.

snap~

In this way, at such an extremely fast speed, it seemed as if a mouse running in panic in a balloon appeared in the old Batty's head, rushing left and right, stretching his cheeks.

It turned into the head of a werewolf at an extremely fast speed.

Not only that, the purple-red wizard robe on his body melted into the hair color from the neck down in his brown-gray hair, including the short black beard, oh, to be honest, it looked a little funny.

Anton looked at old Batty's current appearance with a strange expression, and suddenly thought that he had forgotten to remind old Batty that at this time, he could actually change the unformed werewolf appearance by his own will.

At least not like now, with purplish-red hair all over her body and head, she really looks a bit like Little Red Riding Hood's wolf grandma.

Well……

Anton's research on the werewolf Animagus has reached an extremely proficient level, which is the effect of the integration of potions, spells and ritual magic, and even the parallel execution.

Unlike ordinary Animagus's extremely difficult high-end transfiguration techniques, the whole process even took less than a minute.

Old Batty felt his suddenly elevated body in a daze, raised his hand, and looked at the powerful but disgusting werewolf claws.

"Ah, you nasty boy!"

He roared, and the werewolf could not help but let out the angry roar of a beast, "Roar~~~~"

Old Batty didn't even need to bend his knees, relying on the strong core ability of his waist, he bounced and swooped down towards Anton who was being judged below.

The huge hand is raised high, clank! A series of wolf claws that were as sharp as daggers stretched out, grabbing towards An Dong with an invincible aura.

"careful!"

Sitting in the seats, Professor McGonagall, Professor Snape, Director Lupine, Director Ronaldo, Minister Fudge, etc., stood up anxiously and exclaimed.

However, Anton, a child with a somewhat abnormal head, looked up at the werewolf pounced seriously, and said excitedly, "How, how? Do you feel the same way now?"