Chapter 745 Time Magic Reversal (6): The Negative Self

Apprentice Anthony Weasley is dead!

Died from a pair of potions based on the research of 'Wolf Wolf's Poison', 'Crack Curse', 'Boggart' and so on.

The idiot!

Fiennes just held up the potion bottle and laughed wildly a few times, shouting loudly, "Drink it and I will become the most talented wizard", and his apprentices were all ready to move.

Very good, Fiennes smiled coldly, he wanted to see if any idiot would be so greedy and dare to steal the result of his lifelong research.

Then he saw, there were three of them!

The three greedy little guys conspired to share the potion, and after they got it, they played tricks on each other, and finally let Anthony Weasley, the wretched apprentice hiding aside, take advantage of it.

This silly boy didn't run away with the potion, but drank it on the spot.

Do they know or not, magic is a very dangerous thing!

How many times have I kept telling these idiots!

Studying spells is dangerous!

Developing potions is dangerous!

I didn't come out of a magic school in the first place, and all the knowledge I know is relatively partial, which is even more dangerous in itself, so I must be cautious!

But no one wants to listen to these idiots!

Who is to blame?

If you want to blame, blame your greedy and beautiful father. If you want to blame, blame Pedro, the fairy, the centaur sent by the teacher to kill him.

This centaur drank Polyjuice Potion and turned into a beauty, looted everything from your father, and even sold you as a commodity.

Otherwise, you should have entered a magic school.

Yes, these apprentices should all go to magic schools and have a bright future.

Fiennes sighed. The century-long war between Grindelwald and Voldemort has resulted in not too many wizard orphans appearing all over the world.

He has no shortage of apprentices at all.

Of course, he was still very rare about Anthony Weasley.

Anthony Weasley, who drank the bottle of potion, showed a completely let go of the wizard blood in his body, and even the poison of the potion seemed to be a curse, completely trapping the child's soul in him. inside the body.

simply put……

Everything seemed to be a coincidence of fate, and Fiennes actually created a body suitable for his own rebirth.

A body that is very suitable for the extroverted wizard blood that he yearns for freedom and beauty.

Fiennes was a little excited to find a magic book that Mr. Rozier had left with him back then, which described the ancient and partial ritual magic of 'summoning demons'.

Of course, he has already done this research thoroughly, and there is no such thing as summoning demons.

It is an evil spirit that is summoned!

And this evil spirit is a mixture of magic power and its own desire, a black magic creature.

Fiennes even knew that the summoned demon, this evil spirit, would not help the summoner fulfill his wish at all, it would instead devour himself, possess himself, and turn himself into an evil spirit possessed monster.

But this ritual magic is very useful!

Using such magical properties, he can completely integrate his soul into the child's body.

Then……

Rebirth!

Fiennes silently destroyed the book, carefully put the body of 'Anthony Weasley' into an altar-shaped potion pool for preservation, then walked into the room alone, staring blankly at the mirror .

The only problem now is...

How will he be reborn?

Get a healthy body? Then move on?

No!

He wants more than these!

What he wants is a chance to start over!

"Cruciate!" The light of the curse poured out from the tip of his wand, turning into a foot-long plasma, twisting in mid-air.

"I can……"

"Take the opportunity to completely strip off the part you don't want!"

"Yes, the part that became a dark wizard! Completely separate the part that became bad from my memory!"

"Throw away all these dirty things."

Fiennes swallowed, staring at the face in the mirror, with a complicated smile on his face, his voice was dry and hoarse, "Anton, congratulations, you are going to cross!"

"You will travel to the world of "Harry Potter" and do it all over again!"

"You won't know that you have also traveled through once, and then slowly became a big villain..."

"You won't know you've become someone you hate so much!"

"very nice!"

"very nice!"

"Woo woo woo..."

Fiennes began to cry, tears streaming from the sockets of his eyes and along the furrows on his face.

"May you live a new life and be able to fly freely without any taboos."

"May you live a lifetime so that you can do whatever you want without fear of life and death."

"May you live a new life. You can uphold your original heart and read thousands of sails. When you come back, you will still be a teenager."

"May you live again..."

"Woo woo woo..."

"Ha ha ha ha……"

"And me! Alex Fiennes, let's treat this experience as a nightmare. Anyway, there is nothing in the first place, and there is nothing to dissipate in this world, right?"

man...

It's really hard to deny everything about yourself.

So resolutely, sadly, and painfully denying everything I have done through time travel!

Hanging around in the corner of the world, like a bug that no one knows whether it is alive or dead. To use whatever means for the purpose, to ignore the lives of others, to become so ugly!

Fiennes cried and cried and laughed.

He gently wiped the tears from his face, and smiled at himself in the mirror, "It's good to be the original Anton, and Alex Fiennes is just a joke."

"Haha, a joke! Yes, it's just a joke!"

"Ha ha ha ha……"

"Quack quack..."

"It's so fucking funny!"

The hem of the wizard's robe was shaking, and Fiennes slowly left the room, walked up to the altar step by step, and stared down at Anthony Weasley in the potion.

"Anthony?"

"Anton?"

"Quack quack..."

"It's quite a fate!"

In Europe, the name pronounced "Anton" comes from Russia. Well, it should be. Anyway, Fiennes doesn't care that much. He thinks this is just to relieve his emotions.

He began to be busy arranging the altar, and he didn't even bother to tidy up the materials he had researched in his life, nor was he too lazy to hide the potion ingredients that he worked so hard to collect.

never mind!

He doesn't even care about himself, let alone these external things!

"Start all over again, with infinite possibilities, this is the best ending!"

As Fiennes waved the wand in his hand, the surrounding candles were lit, and in a basin next to the altar, blood and some potion ingredients were mixed and surging, as if it was about to boil at any time stand up.

He walked slowly to the altar, circling around Anthony Weasley in the middle pool, muttering ancient Greek spells.

Everything around began to shake violently.

The colorful light twisted and swam, and Fiennes seemed to be able to hear the sound of time ticking.

"Cruciate!"

Fiennes waved his wand, let the cursed plasma pierce his eyes, bit by bit tore apart everything since time travel, his soul, everything in his previous life, everything with the 'traces' of his magical perception , have been dug out.

"Ah~~~"

While maintaining the spell, he let out a shrill cry.

The light and shadow surged, and a curtain floated beside the altar, surging and drumming silently.

Boom!

There was a huge explosion, and a huge explosion appeared on the spot, and everything around was touched by the aftermath of the explosion, and all of them exploded.

The altar was severely torn, the bookshelf collapsed, the books were blown into pieces, and the thick experimental platform was lifted more than ten meters high and fell heavily on the roof, making an even louder explosion.

I don't know how long it has been...

Fiennes slowly crawled out of the ruins, he shook his old head vigorously, and struggled to find his wand from the ruins.

"who I am?"

"I……"

"I'm Alex Fiennes! Yes, I'm Fiennes!"

Fiennes staggered out of the ruins and found a bottle of potion, opened it tremblingly and drank it, only then did he feel better.

"My experiment failed?"

He looked suspiciously at the altar in the middle of the explosion, and his apprentice, Anthony Weasley.

"The study of magic is dangerous!"

"Merlin's pink gloves!"

"What about my memory?"

Fiennes widened his eyes and patted his head, "This..."

But it doesn't matter, the lost memories are probably not important, he simply didn't bother to pay attention to them, "The ritual magic of summoning demons? Tsk, the price paid this time is really heavy!"

"It's better to study the 'Werewolf' honestly, this thing is the future."