The Grey Wizard of Hogwarts

Anton has nothing to do with the old wizard.

The old wizard also had nothing to do with Anton.

Apart from chanting the scriptures in his ears, he couldn't do much.

And since Anton found the cotton and put it in his ear, even if he suddenly popped his head out of the diary that Anton was focusing on, he couldn't let this tough boy show any expression.

He could stare at Anton until he saw that Anton's heart froze.

And Anton can also stare at him and keep looking at him, making him feel flustered, although he has no heart now.

The old wizard reluctantly floated around Anton for a few laps, and finally left through the wall again. The location of the Leaky Cauldron Bar is simply magical. One step forward is a Muggle world full of unknowns, and one step back is full of mystery. Diagon Alley and Knockturn Alley.

He didn't realize it. After he floated out, Anton breathed a sigh of relief.

"Hold the grass!"

"Hold the grass! Hold the grass!"

Anton threw away the old wizard's diary, rushed to the bathroom and washed his face violently.

"How are you going to live these days~" The little face in the mirror was full of sadness.

If it goes on like this, he will either be scared to death one day, or he will develop a strong heart. Anton thinks that he may be the first one. God has an ugly face from the book. After getting along for two months, why didn't he find the old wizard so playful?

"Gan!"

Anton's hunch was right!

When he woke up, he opened his eyes and saw the old wizard holding the ugly face in his hands, hanging beside his head, staring at him in a daze.

God knows how he clenched his gums and almost broke his teeth, so he didn't react.

When he was washing his hair, there would be icy cold air extending from the scalp to the back from time to time, hurriedly flushing the foam, and there was no figure in the mirror.

When he went to the toilet, the old wizard slowly raised his head from the bathtub, almost not letting him retract the shit.

The most disgusting one, old Tom, the owner of the bar, cooked a pot of boiled meat he taught, and the old wizard floated in the soup the whole time!

He just grabbed his hair and put his head into the soup.

Anton also worked hard. He sandwiched slices of meat and ingredients one by one without blinking his eyes.

He is very regretful now.

When will the grievances be repaid, he shouldn't have killed the old wizard at that time.

He felt like he had a nightmare and couldn't wake up.

"I won't dare to kill again in the future!" The old wizard's words and deeds taught Anton how to be vicious, how to walk freely in a chaotic place, and let Anton understand what it means to love life with practical actions.

An old wizard is disgusting enough.

If he eats a meal in the future, a large group of ghosts of various strange shapes will surround him...

Anton shook his head quickly to dispel the terrifying thought.

It went on like this for three days.

Late at night.

Anton was really not in the mood to sleep, so he lit the oil lamp and continued to read the old wizard's diary. He had already read the contents of the diary for the second time, and he had read everything he needed to read.

Now he began to recite the three elements of every spell cast in it.

She worked harder than the college entrance examination.

Except for the "Iron Armor Spell" in the diary, which is a serious spell, all the others are pure black magic, and any one you take out is extraordinarily powerful.

Strong lethality, not only to the enemy, but also to himself.

In the past three days, he tried to release a few magic spells, and found that if he was not full of emotions, he would either fail to release it, or the power would be extremely weak, as weak as a scratch.

To really release it successfully, he needs a very long emotional brewing process.

And if he wants to ensure that black magic can be successfully released at any time, he must be immersed in the emotions required by the spell all the time, which is why black magic hurts humans.

He couldn't imagine that he kept the boiling killing intent in his heart all the time. After a year of this, would he think anyone could release a magic spell to kill him?

Learning black magic is an extremely dangerous thing.

The consensus of the wizarding world is indeed correct.

The old wizard was wandering on the bed bored, throwing his head high from time to time, catching it with his left hand, throwing it up, catching it with his right hand, left hand...

Anton can indeed resist pretending not to see and sleep under the quilt.

But it was avoided. He would rather sit by the window, blow the wind, drink a drink, and recite the text.

It was a protracted battle, and he was patiently prepared.

Slowly accepting that there was a ghost beside him, Anton deliberately allowed himself to face the existence of the old wizard. Isn't it more than patience, perseverance, and concentration, has he ever been afraid?

He didn't believe that the old wizard could follow him for the rest of his life.

Let's try it for a year first!

"No one can finish it all." A voice whispered in his ear.

Anton glanced at him, the old wizard floated out of the window at some point, raised his head to speak to his ear.

"Haha." Anton smiled complacently, "I'm about to memorize it all."

"No, no, no." The old wizard held the severed head in his left hand, and shook his right hand with a raised finger.

"Memorizing it doesn't count as learning. Whether it's black magic or white magic, the more powerful the spell, the stronger the emotion."

"You can't keep yourself in hundreds of extreme emotions at the same time."

"You have also read my diary. Olaro has done explorations in this area. She even went to the Muggle world to study psychology, and successfully split herself into dozens of sub-personality. , very useful, but the consequences are also serious.”

His right hand held up three fingers.

"In the dark wizard group, those who have a serious master-disciple inheritance will be given a serious warning, at most not to study more than three in depth."

"One is the most commonly used spell, and two are supplements."

Anton sneered, "That's why you release the Cruciatus so smoothly, right?"

The old wizard was silent for a moment, "You killed me and even chopped off my head. I can only hold my own head after I die. I think we are even."

Evened out?

Anton doesn't think that the two months' experience has not only brought him harm, but also a change in his personality.

He didn't know whether it was better or worse, but he knew that if the self in the previous life saw the current self, he would definitely feel unfamiliar.

"I will never forgive you." An Dong looked at the old wizard's head, "Never!"

Meeting each other with a smile and ignoring enmity? Sorry, I don't have this belly.

The old wizard shook his head with his hand, as if it were shaking his head.

"I don't need your forgiveness."

He floated in front of Anton, "I just want to make a deal with you."

Anton glanced at him indifferently, smiled, put the diary back in his shoulder bag, and walked straight through the old wizard to the bed.

"Not interested in."

After speaking, he turned over and lay down and covered the quilt.

"…"

The old wizard sat by the bed with his head for a long time, but Anton didn't bother to pay attention to him.

His body is still young and needs adequate nutrition and sleep.

After a while, he fell asleep.