Chapter 705 The Curse Old Deng Picked for Ron

Anton has always been unafraid to speculate on Dumbledore, this old bee who likes to play tricks on people's hearts, with the worst malice.

You know, the couple James Potter and Lily Potter died fighting for the Order of the Phoenix, and played a vital role in defeating Voldemort.

Then, their widowed son, Dumbledore, gave it to the Dursleys, who hated wizards extremely.

Although Aunt Petunia had a good relationship with Harry's mother Lily since she was a child, she was also extremely jealous that her sister could become a wizard.

Uncle Vernon even quarreled with the arrogant James when he was married, and the two families have never had any contact with each other since then.

Dumbledore has too many options, and he doesn't have to rely on Lily's love magic.

It was a trial for the 'savior', and it had been prepared since infancy.

And at this moment.

Lao Deng's loyal subordinates, Arthur Weasley and his wife, and their child, Ron Weasley, entered his eyes again.

Anton stared at Ron who was affected by Dumbledore's Confusion Curse, watched him naturally turn to one of the pages of the notepad, muttered the contents above in a low voice, and sighed deeply.

What can he do, stop it now?

Then, everyone is a third-year student, and they will spend four years studying in school. If Dumbledore wants to influence Ron, there are not many opportunities.

Can't control it.

On the contrary, Dumbledore's operation in front of his own face also has the meaning of "showing sincerity".

But no matter what, I felt a little inexplicably upset in my heart. I just wanted to take the opportunity to help Ron, the brother's kindness, and was taken advantage of by the old bee.

Very fucking feeling.

Although many things he did would make Dumbledore feel this fucked up—such as releasing Grindelwald.

For the greater good?

No, Anton has already seen it through.

When the power of the mind becomes stronger and stronger, you can do whatever you want, and when the desires and thoughts in the mind are amplified countless times by the magic power, it can no longer be explained by ordinary people's reasoning.

Wizards are a bunch of lunatics!

Poor little Ron...

You have to know, of course normal people can't become wizards. You just look too normal and ordinary people so that you don't become wizards like George and Harry and Hermione.

So, how does a normal person become a madman?

In addition to the emotional trauma like Snape, and the tragic death of Harry's parents who have been abused since he was a child, entering life and death is the fastest way.

This is the most valuable experience Anton has had since traveling.

Quack quack...

...

Ron didn't realize at this time that the spell on his notepad had changed.

He's not stupid, just not as smart as Hermione, and he actually belongs to the upper-middle group of people in the class.

But this kind of cleverness does not allow him to figure out how to pronounce the distorted text that looks like a pattern in the notepad in an instant.

But it was so miraculous, when he looked at those contents, each word seemed to have a voice, with a certain old tone, jumping into his mind.

At this time, he had no choice, and he couldn't think too much. The wounds all over his body were tearing pain, and the blood loss made him feel a little dizzy.

He didn't even know how long his 'Holy Shield' spell could last.

No, he didn't even know when he was going to pass out.

Then, it was severely torn apart by the tiger made of leaves.

He blinked vigorously, the sweat stung his eyes and the wound on his face, panting for breath, raised his eyelids to look at the monster, then lowered his eyes, staring at the contents of the notepad seriously with.

"Boguan City ~ Geguan City ~ Teguan City..."

It was an extremely awkward pronunciation, and Ron could only try his best to imitate the pronunciation in his mind, and pronounced it uncertainly.

However it doesn't seem to be working.

Yes, he knew, because a syllable was mispronounced.

So he started trying to imitate it over and over again.

"Ancient runes?"

Anton turned to look at Dumbledore in astonishment.

Dumbledore smiled and nodded, "You are very smart, you know how to teach students according to their aptitude, and use the desperate situation to force out his potential. But you must be clear, I have been a professor for almost a hundred years, and of course I know Ron Wayne more clearly. What kind of magic is more suitable for Sly."

"He obviously has a good talent for spiritual magic, in terms of pronunciation. And this spell has extremely high requirements on the ability of language to drive magic."

Anton blinked, "How do you know that?"

"Mind magic." Dumbledore raised his brows, "When our mind's ability to perceive magic power reaches a certain level, we can feel other people's emotions, and one step closer, we can even directly feel the thoughts in other people's minds."

"Someone is good at casting spells. On the road to magic in the future, he will find that he has a good talent in casting spells without a wand."

"Some people are good at reciting mantras and pronouncing words. Eyes are the windows to the soul, words are the door to thinking, and language also has the possibility to leverage powerful magic power."

Dumbledore spread his hands indifferently, "Of course, his talent can only be considered good, and he has not yet reached the level of extreme excellence. I have seen many wizards like this in the long years of my life. Natural Mindsetters (Queenie, Newt Sister-in-law), born to disguise Magus (Tonks)..."

show~

Anton whistled, and looked down at Ron on the ground in surprise.

How awesome is this little cousin?

Oh, he suddenly remembered that Ron seemed to have shown a good talent in spells, such as allowing the 'Levitation Curse' to cast a 'lightly awakening the sleeping mind' similar to his own invention and defeating the 4X danger level giant Strange. (Chapter 665)

Following the fast-rolling river of memory in the "Lake of the Soul", pieces of information that have been seen in previous lives also jumped out.

——In the original book, Ron can also unconsciously cast the Snowmaking Curse, imitate Harry's Parseltongue to open the Chamber of Secrets, and think that Harry died only by roaring to break away from Voldemort's silent spell...

Before Anton could fully mobilize these memories, he suddenly looked down with a strange expression.

"Boggart?"

"This spell actually has the black magic power of a Boggart?"

He suspected that Dumbledore chose this spell for Ron to deliberately mock himself. After all, how long has it been since Lao Fu wrote a thesis calling himself a Boggart?

Anton turned his head with his eyes wide open, and suddenly found that the snickering on Dumbledore's face had turned serious, um, very majestic like a professor.

With a wise look, he pushed his half-moon glasses and said seriously, "Fearlessness is not courage. Facing the inner cowardice and fear and facing it bravely is also courage."

"Black magical creatures are always born with the dark side of human beings..." Old Deng pointed to the notepad in Ron's hand, "Strictly speaking, this curse is a curse, and the person who curses is himself."

"Let your own fear turn into your own strength and fight for you."

"The greater the fear you can face, the greater the power you will gain."

"The witch who invented this black magic back then made piercing screams in the face of terrifying monsters to scare away the enemies, and based on this, she summarized her experiences."

"So to cast this spell, we need the courage to face fear, and Ron obviously has this courage!"

"Heh~" Anton sneered, "If Ron goes crazy because of this, I will definitely spit in front of your grave!"

Dumbledore indifferently took out a piece of strange-flavored beans and threw it into his mouth, muttering, "Then you may need to queue."

Merlin's burnt braided beard!

Anton stared at Dumbledore dumbfounded. After getting along with this strange old man at close range for a long time, he would always find his wanton and indifferent side. No wonder he could do so many unpleasant things.

However, this seems to confirm that sentence again...

Wizards are crazy!