Chapter 137: A Good Curse for Traveling at Home

"All petrified!"

The light of the spell flickered, and a rune snake fell from the tree.

Neville was panting and pale.

"It seems that you need to rest." Anton pulled out his wand, tapped the rabbit floating in mid-air beside him, and turned it into a sofa chair with soft rabbit fur cushions.

"Take a break, it's best to sleep, I'll do the rest."

Neville breathed a sigh of relief, leaned back on the sofa chair, and soon snored.

Anton is very satisfied with Neville. Apart from having the courage to face his own cowardice and make changes, this child has perseverance and perseverance. Although he is very partial to magic spells, he has a unique talent. He is very suitable for emotions that require firm will and courage to move forward. spell.

Moreover, Neville still trusted himself. After a day of mental stress in such a dangerous Forbidden Forest, he just fell asleep like this because of the sentence "I'll do the rest".

Anton smiled slightly, and said softly, "Congratulations, you joined the Weasley cabin."

He gently raised his wand, and said in a flat tone, "Avada Kedavra!"

The dark green magic light pierced through the gradually dimming forest.

The rune snake didn't even have a chance to struggle, and fell limp to the ground in an instant.

"hey-hey."

"Flesh and blood!" Anton waved his wand, and the rune snake floated into the air. The skin, flesh and bones split apart, and the blood rolled and flowed in the air, and fell into the glass bottle in Anton's hand.

"It seems full."

Put the glass bottle into the snuff box, and take out a soup pot and seasoning from it.

After a while, the bonfire was lit, and the snake meat was boiling in the soup pot.

I don't know if it's because of the traversers, but Anton can always find the use of the spell that others don't see.

For example, the effect of the Cruciatus Curse on the soul made him develop this into a 'soul scalpel'.

The Killing Curse also has many uses.

For example, after collecting the blood of magical animals, after eating a big melon to wash the blood, there will be no faint resentment of life disappearing in it.

You will get extremely pure blood.

Or, for example, as food processing.

There are dense parasites on snakes.

One trick is to eat big melons and clean them to ensure that you can eat with peace of mind, eat with confidence, and eat with comfort.

Finally, there is an ancient spell for separating flesh and blood, a good spell for cutting vegetables, and a good spell for home travel.

you deserve to have!

Great.

Neville was awakened by the alluring aroma.

When he woke up, he was surrounded by a house woven from elephant vines, with not only a ceiling above it, but also a floor woven from elephant vines.

Approaching the wall, the eclipse vine automatically twisted and slid, and a round arched door appeared.

Outside the door, Anton was squatting by the campfire, holding a big bowl and eating deliciously.

Neville swallowed.

A bowl on the nearby stone floated in front of Neville, and broth from the soup pot on the campfire flew into the bowl.

After taking the bowl and spoon, Neville sat down on the stone beside Anton.

It didn't take long for them to eat up the whole pot of broth.

"What is this? I've never eaten such delicious food."

"Snake soup."

Slap.

The bowl in Neville's hand fell to the ground. He stared blankly at Anton, and asked hoarsely, "What...what soup?"

Anton chuckled, his white teeth were frighteningly bright under the moonlight.

"Snake soup from the rune snake."

"You caught it."

Neville suddenly felt a little nauseous, he grabbed his neck, and suddenly felt extremely uncomfortable, "You... you said that the rune snake is very poisonous, I feel... I feel very bad."

"Hehe." Anton glanced at him, "This is where the fun of potions is. The poison of the rune snake is a good freshening material. Okay, if you really will be poisoned to death, I will Isn't the long-term potion learned in vain?"

"Can……"

"Rune snake..."

Anton stood up and casually threw the bowl and chopsticks on the ground. The magic power fluctuated for a moment, and the bowl and chopsticks turned into a branch. "Just ask you, how does it taste?"

Neville smacked his lips, "Seems... not bad?"

"Quack quack quack." Anton waved his wand with a smile, and the eclipse vine retracted into the flowerpot and floated back into his snuffbox.

"Let's go, continue to move forward!"

"Huh? Oh, ok."

...

...

"Anton, what are you looking for?" Neville was curious.

Anton turned his head and stared at Neville with a smile for a long time, making him take a step back in horror, "Unicorn!"

"I'm looking for unicorns, their blood is magical."

It was not so easy for Anton to accept a new partner, and the twins were the ones he decided to work with after countless observations.

Being brave enough to face one's own flaws, having talent, and having perseverance can only mean that this person has potential.

Loyalty is the key to becoming a partner.

He was looking forward to the news of the death of the unicorn in the Forbidden Forest and Neville's performance.

"The unicorn represents purity, eternity and steadfastness. Anyone who tries to kill it will be cursed!" Neville was a little nervous, his tone hurried.

Anton raised his eyebrows, "You actually understand?"

"This is my favorite magical animal!" Neville was a little excited, "My current wand is left by my father, and I have been looking forward to having a wand of my own, maybe it uses unicorn tail hair as the core. "

"Well, not bad, very suitable for your qualities." Anton shrugged, "Maybe I can pull out one for you later, so that you can have a wand of your own earlier?"

"This is a holy creature, how can it be!" Neville wrinkled his face.

"Maybe it's because you're not serious in class?"

"what???"

Anton sighed, and looked at Neville helplessly, "Perhaps many people will talk about how good unicorns are, but you have to know that for wizards, they are first and foremost suppliers of potion materials."

"A unicorn's tail hair may still moult, but its unicorn stays with it for a lifetime, and it will die after it is plucked."

Neville took a breath, "Are you going to pluck out its horn?"

"No, no, no." Anton raised a finger and shook, "It's too bloody, I have money, and it's full of money in a small treasury. If I need it, I'll go to Diagon Alley to buy it, and it's not very expensive , a 21-gold galleon."

"Diagon Alley... is it for sale?" Neville's eyes widened.

"Yeah." Anton said indifferently, "Of course, if I need one, I can go directly to Professor Snape for one. He has a box of unicorn horns."

"!!!"

For a moment, Neville was confused and screamed, "A... a whole box?"

"Yes."

"Did you forget that the potion class needs unicorn horn as a potion material, just for every little wizard to practice potion, and you don't know how many unicorn horns you need to consume in one class."

"Neville..."

Anton chuckled, "It seems that you didn't master Potions well."