Chapter 729 Mischievous Elf? Or It Could Be……

Anton looked at the girl strangely, then at the old wizard Fiennes, frowned, and asked suspiciously, "Do you remember Olaro?"

The old wizard fell silent, nodded, and sighed deeply, "Of course..."

"Hmm..." He scratched his head doubtfully.

Looking up at Anton, "I don't seem to remember what she looks like."

As he said that, he came to the fireplace, took out his wand and clicked on the relief above the fireplace, rummaged through the pile of debris inside the relief, and finally pulled out a book.

The Apprenticeship of the Great Alex Fiennes

This is his diary after he became a goblin apprentice, and Anton returned it to the teacher after reading it.

The old wizard flipped through the diary in his hands in silence, and muttered, "I don't remember the first half of my time as an apprentice to that stupid teacher, the goblin Pedro, but that was due to the influence of time magic..."

"But the period when I started writing the diary, should still be in my memory, right?"

He looked up at Anton with some regret, "Maybe it's because of the wear and tear of being a ghost, some of my memories are missing, and some not so important memories will be the first to fade away..."

The corners of Anton's eyes twitched, "Not so important memories?"

The old wizard nodded, flipped through the diary in his hand again, and his expression became affirmative, "Although I told you, the memory I felt when I became a ghost is a long and endless list. "

He raised his hand and made a curling motion, "But in fact, from another angle, this list should be rolled up, because emotions and will run through, they overlap and intertwine, it should look like..."

He thought about the description, and said uncertainly, "It looks like a ball."

"!!!"

Anton blinked, listening to the teacher's narration, "And then?"

snap~

The diary is closed.

The old wizard Fiennes spread his hands, "The things we care about the most are hidden in the deepest part, and the things we don't care about are just outside this ball. Those that are destroyed by the strong wind and lost are those outside."

"You know, things like wraiths lose most of their memories, leaving only the obsessions they care about the most. You told me this truth."

"I read the contents of the diary. The relationship between Olaro and me is actually a cooperation between two apprentices struggling to survive under the hands of that nasty old goblin. Well, it is a little closer than ordinary apprentices, but not yet Reaching the level of lovers..."

Fiennes shook his head, with a look of emotion on his face, "I don't know if I will die suddenly tomorrow. Who is in the mood to fall in love? It's just a collaborator in the name of a couple."

He put the diary back into the pile of debris in the relief, tapped it with his wand, and those things turned into a stone relief again.

"Why are you asking me this?"

Anton grinned, his eyes darkened, "Oh, no, I just saw you, teacher, alone. I think Professor Snape already has a partner, are you considering finding one too?"

"You little bastard!" The old wizard scolded with a smile, "As your teacher teased you, you actually want to tease you back!"

He shook his head, "Women are too troublesome, they will affect my experience of the beauty of life, and I can live to be at least two hundred years old. If I find a wife, I will start worrying about my partner's lifespan. I will be exhausted."

"Yeah?"

"That's it, teacher, goodbye."

Anton walked out quickly with Olaro in his hand, and disappeared outside the door in the blink of an eye.

Fiennes cursed with a smile, and looked at the door suspiciously, "Hey, why is he looking for me?"

...

Outside the door, Anton pulled Olaro to the corner, hesitated for a moment, and asked, "Do you recognize that person just now? Do you have any impression?"

Olaro shook his head in a daze, "It seems that the Olaro he knows is not me, and I don't know him either."

"He may have lost his memory..." Anton still felt confused, and looked at Olaro suspiciously, "Then what about me? Why do you think I am Alex Fiennes?"

Olaro blinked, and looked at Anton suspiciously with his big dark blue eyes, "Because you are."

okay.

Anton determined that there was no way to communicate at all.

He even had a certain guess at one point, whether the thing he made was some kind of elf who liked to play tricks on people.

The wizarding world is full of mischievous magical creatures like Peeves, Boggarts, Cornish elves...

Or even some kind of evil spirit, or dark magic creature.

You must know that the ability to explore other people's minds has always been good at black magic creatures.

This is also the reason why Anton didn't tell Fiennes about the existence of Olaro just now. If this is really an evil spirit or a black magic creature, if the old wizard doesn't know, killing this guy himself won't affect the relationship between the two. relation.

After all, it was already complicated.

Anton is very grateful to the old wizard for his guidance when he was ignorant on the path of magic, and he devoted all his life's research experience to himself, guiding him to a good path of magic.

He also hated the old wizard's torment at the beginning of his time travel. Those painful memories had formed scars, just like Dumbledore's broken nose, which could never be restored.

Love and hate are intertwined, such a complicated relationship.

Now it is necessary to find out, what is the origin of that group of Moran, is it from the real Aolaro?

Anton remembered what was recorded in the old wizard's diary - Olaro went to the Muggle world to study psychology, created dozens of personalities for himself, used them to practice black magic, and eventually went crazy and blew himself into pieces .

At this moment, Olaro stretched suddenly and yawned lazily.

She looked at Anton with some embarrassment, her little face was flushed, she stuck out her little tongue, and smiled shyly.

"!!!"

Anton looked at this expression, and his expression became more and more strange.

this action,

this demeanor,

Looks so much like Anna!

He gradually had a guess in his heart, two.

Either this guy is some kind of elf who loves to play tricks, or this guy might be...

Oh, Anton shook his head, still thinking that kind of speculation was too outrageous.

"I'm a little sleepy." Olaro said with a bitter face, "I don't know why I'm sleepy."

She waved to Anton, "Alex, I'm sorry, I'm going to sleep."

As she spoke, her face instantly turned into countless black lines.

The lines twisted crazily and irregularly, and a red electric light emanated faintly from inside. As it twisted faster and faster, it looked like a cloud of black-gray smoke.

Then, the group silently slipped out of the wizard's robe, and went straight into the ring on Anton's finger.

Anton subconsciously reached out and caught the dementor's robe.

The robe had a soul-stimulating icy feeling, which once made Anton wonder if he had a hallucination just now.

Oh~

wrong!

The old wizard Fiennes also saw Olaro just now.

At this moment, someone patted Anton's shoulder lightly, and looked back in amazement, "Anna?"

Anna smiled slightly, stuck out her tongue, and looked a little shy, "Hee hee, are you scared?"

Anton's expression became extremely strange.

"It's very strange." Anna looked up at Anton suspiciously, "I just saw your back from a distance, and felt that the magic power of time magic was floating on you, but I just walked behind you, and it disappeared."

"Time magic?"

"Um."