Chapter 148 Walking on Your Own Path

"Anton, am I useless?" Neville looked frustrated.

"Why do you say that?" Anton took the teacup from George. During the relaxing time after the exam, everyone often chatted leisurely on the sofa on the second floor.

"Harry and the others want to go on a night tour, I'll stop them, Gryffindor has already been deducted to the bottom, we can't be deducted any more." Neville sighed, "I was released by Hermione in the end" all petrified '."

"I know I can do this spell myself."

Ever since Neville entered the magic school and got on the train, Hermione had been his good friend, eager to help him and prevent others from laughing at him. How happy he was to have such a friend.

As a result, he was knocked to the ground by the opponent's spell.

"Hey, it's nothing, the spell is too powerful, we can't fight like fists, you come and go." George comforted.

"Indeed, we pay attention to an opportunity, and obviously you missed the opportunity." Fred shrugged.

Hannah handed the teacup to Neville and patted him on the shoulder, "You still want to consider Hermione as a friend, right?"

Neville thought for a moment, then nodded vigorously.

"She's just stubborn. I..." Neville pursed his lips, "I always hope that I can be like her, smart, powerful, and dare to think and do."

"No!" Anton shook his finger, "You are wrong."

He stared at Neville, "Never think about who to be?"

Neville looked up blankly.

"Be yourself! Dig into your deepest desires, dig out your inner strength, and taste what you want. Your thoughts are very important to you."

"You see, they won't have such troubles."

Neville stared blankly at each of them.

Fred shrugged, "There will always be people who hate us..."

George shrugged, "... think we are too selfish."

Hannah smiled slightly, "Although I am not good enough, I have always only done what I like."

Anton spread his hands, took a sip from his teacup.

"You lack experience, so you have to squeeze it hard to let yourself have the strongest desire."

Oh, Anton is a man, sometimes he is a good teacher and helpful friend, and sometimes he really hurts his family. Neville immediately regained his energy, shrank back on the sofa, and stared at him closely, "What are you doing again? "

Anton chuckled, his white teeth gleaming in the sunlight.

"Rune snake, I think this thing has great uses, although I haven't thought of how to use it yet."

"Perhaps we could build a rune snake lair next to the hut."

"I need you to catch all the rune snakes crawling around Hogwarts, and I also need you to go to the Forbidden Forest to catch some rune snakes that are flooding, so as to maintain the ecological balance."

"Catch..." Neville swallowed, "Catch the rune snake?"

Anton nodded sincerely, "Maybe you will be called..."

"Snake Warrior?"

"warrior……"

"Yes!" Anton raised his eyebrows, "So...do you dare?"

"Why don't you catch it?" Neville immediately grasped the point.

Oh huh~

Neville, you have changed!

You have evolved!

It's not as easy to fool as before!

Anton shrugged helplessly, "We have too many things to do, I need to make a pocket miniature broomstick for our 'Return' war game, I also need to go to the library to find books about wizard chess, and I need to study The information sent over."

George and Fred glanced at each other, "We need to draw a map and make a model, especially the underground secret passage of Hogwarts Castle, that place is very difficult to find."

Hannah raised the thick notepad in her hand, "I just started writing the background of my story."

"..."

Neville thought for a while, "Okay! I'll go!"

He stood up abruptly, pulled out his wand, thought for a while, and looked at everyone, "Snake Catcher?"

Everyone nodded in unison.

Anton waved his arms, "Come on, my old buddy, Hogwarts is waiting for your rescue!"

"Okay!" Neville looked resolute, flicked his wizard robe lightly, and walked downstairs vigorously, walking quickly towards Hogwarts Castle, step by step.

"Haha." Anton leaned against the window and glanced, "Look, you won't be thinking about it when you're busy."

The other three had already collapsed on the sofa laughing.

Oh ho ho ho, brave Neville, warrior, come on!

...

...

"Broomsticks?" Snape frowned at Anton. "I remember you said you hated Quidditch."

Anton shook his head, "It's different. It's two different things to sit on a broomstick and command a war chess puppet to sit on a broomstick."

He stretched his fingers and gestured ten centimeters, "It only needs to be this big."

Snape still frowned, "I don't know much about broomsticks, you should ask Mrs Hooch."

"She is indeed skilled in flying broomsticks, but making broomsticks..." Anton looked at Snape sincerely, "I think it would be more reliable to find you."

"Really?" Snape's mouth curled up slightly.

oh~

The Quirrell who dared to snatch his Defense Against the Dark Arts class died. From that day on, he was in a particularly good mood.

Even knowing that Voldemort has really appeared, I still can't stop being happy.

Let you grab my defense class.

Therefore, it was rare for him to be a little leisurely, and Snape felt that he could join in the fun with Anton.

"What do you think, you know, we don't have the technology to fly broomsticks."

"It's like this." Anton took out his notepad, "My teacher, Fiennes, he has a very powerful theory, the theory of the unity of potions and spells."

"I actually proved the theory to be correct."

"So I plan to turn the Levitation Charm into a potion, and make a potion that can make objects fly."

Snape fell into deep thought, "Fiennes did mention this theory to me, but his ghost state is difficult to communicate, I can only listen to him, he can't understand what I'm talking about, we can't form a discussion."

"The Levitation Curse... turned into a potion?"

Lao Si is worthy of being a teacher, and he found the entry point in an instant, "Oak wood is very adaptable to potions, which can reduce the difficulty of research!"

"The sap of the poisonous tentacles has a unique uncertainty, and may provide the effect of the levitation spell."

"The venom of the aconite has a strong sensory adaptability to the wizard's magic, which can provide a connection for manipulating and commanding similar living things."

"Mistletoe berries..."

"..."

Many principles in this world are universal. For things like wizard chess, George Fred once offered to consider using household spells. They often watched their mother direct the pots and pans to clean themselves, and direct the wool to knit sweaters by themselves.

Neville and Hannah also have their own opinions.

But these are their paths.

Anton has always been walking on the road of the integration of magic spells and potions.

Studying war chess is an interesting thing, and studies cannot be neglected because of this. He combined the two in an interesting way.

"If we detoxify the aconite, can we form a stable connection channel?" Anton asked while taking notes.

"Detoxify a herb that utilizes highly poisonous properties..." Snape frowned again, he had never considered in this direction.

This kind of theory is like telling a shoemaker that we thin the soles or even don’t want them, it’s inexplicable.

But a very unique way of thinking.

"Maybe!" Snape's eyes lit up, and he waved his arms, causing the cauldrons and herbs to fly from the office shelves and onto his laboratory table.

"This is an interesting attempt." Snape was obviously very happy. "It seems that you really learned a lot from me."

Anton smiled slightly, rarely shy.