The Grey Wizard of Hogwarts

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It was very late when they came out of Lao Deng's office. The little wizards who had been crazy all day on weekends poured out from all corners, planning to return to their dormitories to rest.

"Hey, Anton." Nodding with a smile.

"Hey, Anthony." Nodding with a smile.

"Hello, senior!" A group of first-year freshmen wearing Slytherin uniforms saluted respectfully, and Anton just patted their shoulders with a smile.

"Hey, Anton." Ron said something to Hermione and ran over by himself, "My dad wants to invite you to the house for Christmas, maybe you can spend a warm holiday with your blood relatives."

Anton smiled and shook his head, "I also want to accompany my family on Christmas. I apologize to my uncle. I will stay there for a few days during the rest of the holiday."

Finally, in a corner with no one, Anton returned to his expressionless face.

What can we do to heal ourselves when we are in a bad mood?

Some people choose to eat and drink.

Some people choose to drink and eat.

Anton is that special one. He ran to the back kitchen of the school to cook.

The house-elves prepared eggs, water, flour and other materials for him, and watched the little wizard throw the obstructing wizard robe aside, rolled up his sleeves and beat the dough hard.

The little wizard also introduced this craft from the Muggle world to them in a serious way, "Jingdao, this is a very unique word, it is the soul of flour food."

Press the palm hard, twist it, squeeze the dough into a ball, and hammer it again.

"We used magic to give it the possibility of plasticity, so that it can show the side that best suits the taste, but you must know..." Anton grabbed a handful of flour and looked serious, "They have no soul."

Ji Sao Bao raised his hand and lightly sprinkled flour on the dough.

"Now, let's infuse it with soul." An Dong took a deep breath, sank into his dantian, and took a very standard Wing Chun two-character goat-horse stance. This posture can make a child so thin The body exerts great strength.

His eyes widened.

"Wood Big Wood Big Wood Big Wood Big..."

Finally, he slapped the eucalyptus vigorously, and the dough flew into the sky with flour, clapping and bouncing on the table under the watchful eyes of all the house-elves.

Anton raised his eyebrows proudly.

"Wow~~" all the house-elves exclaimed in complete cooperation and began to applaud.

Very good, this year's audience, Anton gave full marks!

A very interesting observation, Anton's bread spell, no matter who cast it, the taste stopped at the craftsmanship that he developed the bread spell at that time.

What is the principle of this thing, that is, even Voldemort can't explain it.

Of course, the most important feature of the Bread Curse is that it allows wizards to inject life insights into it.

This effect is already similar to emotional potions.

Bread full of happy emotions is not much different from the effect of the euphoria potion. This evaluation comes from the authority of potions, Professor Snape.

Anton is a very ambitious person.

How could the Sunshine Bread Curse stop at bread.

His goal is to officially change its name to the Sunshine Spell, or the Sunshine Food Series Spell.

No way, he has a unique talent for this useless spell, so he can't waste it.

"Then, we need the participation of a lucky audience." Anton clapped his hands and looked at them one by one with interest.

The elves looked at him blankly, some resisted, some were so eager to raise their hands, and some looked calm.

In the end, Anton pointed to an elf who looked very happy.

This elf has a row of small round holes on its huge ears, which looks very playful.

"What's your name, elf."

"Earrings, sir, my name is earrings."

Earrings?

Anton glanced at the holes in his ears, and he could indeed wear an ear stud, no, it was a row, similar to the coolness of a nine-ring knife.

"Then, please, this earring elf, help me make this dough into bread, and then use the same method to make one with flour." Anton's eyes widened rapidly, and dark green stars filled the air.

"Let me see if it makes any difference."

"Happy to serve, sir."

The earring trotted to the long table while the other elves watched, raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

The other elves quickly brought clean plates and let this piece of bread fall onto the plate.

Just in an instant, two breads that looked exactly the same appeared in front of them.

Anton blinked, "I found that you all seem to need to snap your fingers to release magic? I also have an elf named Abby at home, and so does it, but I was too busy during the holidays, so I couldn't communicate with it properly."

"Yes, sir." The earring snapped his fingers, and the originally messy desktop became clean and tidy, and things were neatly arranged.

"Wow~" This time, Anton was amazed.

He thought for a while, then took out his wand and handed it over, "Would you like to use the wand to cast it?"

The earring hurriedly stepped back, "No, the elf is not allowed to use the wand, sir."

The other elves also looked terrified, as if they had encountered a very terrifying thing.

Unlike goblins, an independent intelligent race, house elves (dwelling elves) originally depended on dwellings for survival. Strictly speaking, they did not serve humans, but the owners of dwellings.

The owner of the dwelling can also be a goblin or other intelligent life.

Of course, no house elf dares to serve non-human beings these days. This is definitely an act of courting death, and it has long been restricted by the red lines drawn by the wizard.

If the elf wants to live well, he must abide by some rules.

So do humans.

In fact, who isn't.

"Okay." Anton shrugged, not demanding.

He broke off a piece of bread made with his own hands, and his eyes lit up, wow, it really tasted better.

To confirm this idea, he broke another piece of bread that the elf normally makes.

"Hahaha, the bread spell can be upgraded to 2.0."

Anton took out his wand, pondered for a long time, and finally smiled and waved it gently.

Waving extremely elegantly.

"Daisy, sweet cream and sunshine, I want a piece of bread, change it for me!"

Flour is flying, and various materials are floating, intertwined, and beating, as if playing a silent symphony.

With a sudden flash of fire, the rich aroma diffused out.

Pieces of honey jam buns flew out of the firelight 'xiuxiuxiu' and floated in front of each elf.

"Today, the wizard is happy, please eat bread." Anton laughed, with a very bright smile.

The whole person felt more comfortable for a while.

"Eat, eat, I know your recipes have bread, if you don't eat it, you don't give me this face."

All the elves looked at each other in dismay, and finally silently took down the buns that were floating in front of them. Maybe they thought it was rude to eat in front of the wizard, so they bowed one by one and walked away slowly.

I don't know if it was auditory hallucinations, but a suppressed cry could be faintly heard in the corner.

The earring held the piece of bread that belonged to him in both hands, and his eyes were full of tears, "Sir, I have never..."

Anton waved his hand, "Away, I hate fans the most."

The earrings suddenly choked.

Thousands of words, finally turned into a forceful bow, trot away.

Anton stretched his waist, "You can go back and have a good night's sleep."

At this moment, the door to the kitchen slowly opened, and a turquoise-colored dress in a sassy bag sneaked in.

He squatted with his **** pouted, turned around and carefully observed the movement outside the door through the crack of the door.

Suddenly, someone tapped him on the shoulder.

"Shh!" He quickly raised his finger~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and whispered, "Little elves, be good, be quiet, don't talk, and be careful that the whereabouts of the great Lockhart are discovered."

Finally, he slowly and gently closed the kitchen door.

He opened his arms and turned around. "Aha, little elves, do you miss your Lockhart friends? I..."

"!!!"

He stared blankly at the empty kitchen, and Anton who stood in front of him and looked at him with a smile.

Gan!

Terrifying!

How can this little wizard have him everywhere!

Lockhart swallowed and explained in a panic, "I'm a little hungry, so I'm here to get something to eat, yes, just to find something to eat, haha, you also found this wonderful place, right?"

"yes?"

Anton looked at him fixedly, and saw Lockhart panic for a while.

"If you didn't explain, I thought you were really here to find food."