Chapter 193 What Do You Want?

The magic light surges~~

However, the little wizard who was leisurely leaning against the threshold still folded his arms and stared at him with a smile.

"Professor, the strength is not enough, come again."

"!!!" Lockhart blinked.

"Forget everything!"

"Oh, Professor, you are very good at forgetting curses."

"!!!, forget it all (loud)."

"You told me so many stories, and the timing always conflicted. Especially in the book you asked us to buy, "Holidays with Hags", the day of the final battle, in the "Daily Prophet" But it’s the day when reporter Rita interviewed you.”

"!!!, forget everything (roar)."

"Tsk tsk tsk, this reporter Rita's sensitivity is really low, or in other words, she didn't actually read your books carefully?"

"!!!!!!, forget everything (super loud)."

"Could it be that your stories are all heard from others, or even read with the Forgetting Curse, after all, the high-end application of the Forgetting Curse is not only about cleaning memories, but also covers the ability to read memories and forge memories .”

"!!!, forget everything (broken sound)."

Anton dug his ears and looked at Lockhart helplessly, "Professor, you must maintain your demeanor and be graceful. The power of the spell will not become stronger just because you shouted loudly. You almost deafened me by shouting." gone."

"Impossible!" Lockhart screamed and took a step back, looking at Anton in horror.

"I've never missed a shot!"

"Impossible! What method did you use!"

Anton smiled slightly, "The soul-shifting curse, Professor McGonagall taught me just now, it's really useful against you."

"What is the soul-shifting spell?" Lockhart spoke hoarsely. He stared blankly at Anton, and finally sat down on the ground, "It's over, it's over..."

"Yeah, if people know your secret..." Anton chuckled lightly, "Ruin? Azkaban? Or the revenge of those powerful wizards who lost their memories?"

"No, no, no!" Lockhart looked up at Anton, his face full of panic, and he looked at Anton pleadingly, "For the sake of teaching me so much, don't, don't say it !"

"Then stay here, it won't do me any good to speak out." Anton looked at Lockhart firmly.

"Benefits?" Lockhart quickly got up, as if he had found hope, "Yes, if you don't tell me, I can bring you a lot of benefits, for example, I can give you a hand and make you famous For new writers, for example, I can introduce you to many big names, and I have a wide network of contacts."

Anton just shook his head lightly.

"You are still young, you don't understand the benefits of fame and connections, child, believe me, this is a precious asset." Lockhart spoke quickly, seeing Anton still unmoved.

"I used all the money I earned to compensate those wizards whose memories I washed out through various channels. I don't have any money now. But you believe me, the next book, all the proceeds from the next book, I will Here you go, it’s a lot of money.”

Anton raised his eyebrows, still unmoved.

"What exactly do you want?" Lockhart looked desperate.

Anton smiled slightly, "Time travel is an extremely dangerous thing. I was thinking, if the petrification spell was really released by Neville, why can't I bring more people?"

"For example, you who are good at changing memory."

"Time travel?" Lockhart froze for a moment.

Anton nodded, "Yes, dangerous and interesting time travel."

He looked at Lockhart with a smile, "You have written so many stories, even if those stories are not your own, but I can feel between the lines that you are also eager to be a hero and have a thrilling adventure adventure."

"Maybe, you can write a book with your real experience later?"

"This way you don't have to fill the story with so many meaningless pompous words to cover up your ignorance of those people or things in the story."

"That kind of book really carries your wisdom, and it may make you break away from the status of a general best-selling author and become a scholar with monographs."

Lockhart swallowed, "Scholar's monograph?"

Anton nodded with a smile.

"Time travel is a dangerous thing. If you are not careful, death will come at any time."

"Professor." Anton stood up straight, and the adult wizard figure behind him retracted into his body, "You just said something right, and because you taught me so much knowledge, I won't say it. "

"This is a serious and sincere suggestion from a student who has been in your favor."

Anton shrugged, "You can think about it."

"I didn't force it."

After speaking, he clapped his hands and turned to leave.

"Wait..." Lockhart chased him out, staring blankly at his back, without saying a word for a long time.

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...

Anton went to the back kitchen of the school and asked the house-elves to pack some fruit.

Before it was completely dark, I planned to go to the school infirmary to visit some poor roommates.

Open the door of the ward.

Gore poked his head out from under the quilt, looked forward in horror, and stared directly at Anton.

"!!!"

Anton was almost not frightened, and tried not to draw out his wand to give this guy a shot.

The other petrified people have different postures, looking at them, as if they are reading a story.

Draco was sitting on his knees, clenched his hands into fists, with his head down and weeping, his face full of self-blame.

Harry Potter looked like he was running away in panic and fell down. He probably hit the ground face first, the frames of his glasses were crooked, and one side of his face was squeezed flat.

Filch stretched out his hand, showing his teeth and claws, his eyes were very wide, and there was a twisted smile on his face. As if to say, I got you, quack quack, nasty Harry Potter!

Tsk tsk tsk, looking at them like this, Anton can make up a lot of pictures in his brain.

"It's scary, isn't it." Crabbe glanced at them, then quickly turned to look elsewhere.

"I woke up from a nightmare one day, and seeing them like this, I thought I was still in the nightmare."

"Especially that night when there was eerie laughter all over the castle."

Anton almost laughed out loud.

Crabbe glanced at the fruit basket in Anton's hand, swallowed, and finally shook his head, "I decided to get rid of this habit of wanting to eat everything I see."

As he said, he rubbed his stomach, "There is nothing inside, every time the potion makes my internal organs grow a little bit, it will be very painful."

Anton pursed his lips, "Madame Pomfrey said that you will not fully recover for another two months."

Crabbe nodded dejectedly.

He looked up at the other beds, "Are they going to be okay?"

Anton raised his eyebrows. Draco also said this sentence. I have to say that although the bad is a bit bad, the relationship between the few people is really good.

"We have played together since we were young, and we have known each other for many, many years. We didn't just meet at school."

Calaboo seemed to have thought of something, with a smile on his face, "Draco's fart is actually very funny, but as long as Goyle and I stand behind him, no one will laugh at us for being stupid."

"Understandable." Anton sat down beside the hospital bed with a smile, took out a banana from the fruit basket, broke it and ate it by himself.

Just like the house elves in Hogwarts, they don't have enough IQ, but they know how to find a suitable position for themselves.

Protected by the powerful and excellent leader of the children, driven by him, and shared in his glory.

"Tell me your story?"

Anton looked at him with a smile, "I am very interested in different lives."

Crabbe swallowed, "Although I appreciate you coming to chat with me, maybe no one will come to visit me except you..."

"But!" Crabbe gripped the sheets tightly, "Can you stop eating in front of me, and still eat so deliciously!"

"Okay." Anton swallowed the banana in one gulp, thought for a while, and broke open another orange.

"!!!"