Chapter 194 Into the Shape of Voldemort

Anton has been looking for some good seedlings to prepare for the big scene of Voldemort's comeback.

At first he just wanted to protect himself.

I bloom by myself, don't suffer from me.

But later, the appearance of Voldemort's remnant soul was so delicious that he couldn't help it, and set a trap to help the dear professor make a Horcrux.

This beam can be regarded as settled.

But Anton didn't regret it, not to mention his messed up soul itself was the existence Voldemort coveted, and Lao Fu's understanding of soul was also his only hope for self-help.

In particular, a "Tom Wreck" was created by chance.

It is definitely a big profit.

Tom's self-destruction left the Horcrux in a very special state, and the memory of stirring up a pot of porridge in the broken soul brought extreme emotions. Combined with Tom's own memory, this kind of emotion is definitely more powerful than the so-called stabbing.

The premise is that Anton has a way to master it.

I tried the simplest tickle spell before, and the effect was absolutely awesome, even Dumbledore was hit by it.

Only two small issues.

First, this thing is uncontrollable. If you really want to release an offensive spell, it is definitely the kind of map gun, and it even covers yourself.

Second, extreme emotions with magical power will infect and erode Anton's own soul, which is very annoying.

Anton didn't like playing around, and finally he turned into the shape of Voldemort.

anyway.

Anton squinted at Crabbe.

The pupils in the eyes dilated rapidly, and dark green stars filled the air.

Under the vision of the magic spell of the wizard's eyes, many dark green cracks appeared on Crabbe's body. Although Anton couldn't understand what these cracks were, there was a faint smell of 'Fiendfire'.

"It's so interesting..."

Pull this thing into the hut to cultivate?

Crabbe turned his head away from the orange in Anton's hand, but quietly stretched out his hand from the bed, touching the fruit basket next to him.

After a while, Crabbe huddled under the quilt, making a rustling sound like a little mouse gnawing on something.

Anton shook his head.

Forget it, the kid is too stupid.

The kind of Neville was affected by the curse when he was a child. As long as the wizarding world is affected by the curse, he will definitely find a way to recover.

Crabbe was different. He was the child of an inbred marriage, and he fell into the category where magic could not affect.

Oh, to be honest, blood magic should still be useful, but that thing is definitely a huge topic. Anton glanced at Crabbe, but finally gave up.

It will never be simpler than time, soul, space and so on.

This person is not worth wasting half a lifetime of energy to study.

In fact, among the students at the same school, the most worthy of cultivation is Harry Potter. Born in an abused family, he still maintains an optimistic attitude towards life, full of justice, enthusiasm, and courage. It is a good material for learning white magic.

The key is that he still has a Horcrux of Voldemort attached to him, which also makes him have a special talent for black magic.

Standard protagonist template.

Unfortunately, this person cannot move.

Otherwise, Lao Deng would definitely wave the Elder Wand and kill him immediately.

Yes, Anton knew that even if Harry Potter made friends with Draco, Lao Deng wouldn't have any idea, only if he was close to Harry...

Oh, Anton wasn't going to try it.

There are only wrong names and no wrong nicknames. Harry is definitely the bottom line of the White Demon King.

Anton was taken aback as his vision moved.

He stepped forward quickly, staring at Filch closely.

"No, his previous one wasn't this kind of dark green crack!"

The cracks on Filch's body before were very similar to those on Quirrell's body. They were parasitized by Voldemort and cracked because they couldn't bear such a terrifying and powerful soul.

But now, this crack is slowly twisting and changing.

It's like that strange feeling when you stare at a grass and it doesn't move, but when you wake up the next day, it suddenly grows a lot taller.

To be honest, Filch can be parasitized by Tom, which Anton can understand.

Filch's desire was too strong and obvious. He just wanted to be able to release magic like a normal wizard. As long as the devil tempted him, he would be 100% depraved.

But Tom would find Filch because of Mao, and Anton couldn't figure it out.

There are so many excellent little wizards who don't choose, why choose such a squib?

Anton looked at him suspiciously, gently pulled out his wand, pressed it against Filch's forehead, and opened his three eyes with magic spells.

...

"Please, as long as I can release the magic, I am willing to give everything!"

Filch knelt on the ground, tears streaming down the gully of his face, he clutched the clothes on his knees tightly, his eyes full of hope.

"Everything? Even if I tell you to kill Dumbledore..."

Filch's eyes widened, disbelief written all over his face, "Dumbledore!"

"No! I can't hurt Dumbledore. If it wasn't for him, I would have died long ago. If it wasn't for him, I wouldn't have been able to enter Hogwarts at all. I am a squib, Muggles can't accept it, wizards can't accept it, it should be like Useless maggots rotting in stinking gutters, if it wasn't for Dumbledore..."

The voice chuckled, "Yes, Dumbledore, you have brought hope to many people..."

"Then change it and help me kill Harry Potter!"

Filch leaned back in panic, fell to the ground with his hands on his hands, stared blankly at the blurred shadow in front of him, "Do you have to kill someone?"

"yes!"

"Only the power of death can cut the shackles on your soul and let you have magic power."

"I will prepare everything for you. Remember, if you can't kill Harry Potter to become a real wizard, these preparations will shatter your soul and die."

Filch backed away in fear, "I hate Harry Potter, but I just hate Harry Potter and ask me to kill him..."

"You have no choice..."

"Ha ha ha ha……"

The black shadow looked at Filch with great interest, "Those who have the blood of a wizard but cannot awaken their magic power are called Squibs. But people only pay attention to Squibs born in wizarding families, no one notices, the Muggle world That’s where the most squibs are.”

"They were so prolific, one after another, and each went on to give birth to another."

"If they used my method, how many Muggle wizards would appear? One hundred thousand? One million?"

"It's terrible and disgusting magic."

"I shouldn't have researched it."

"However, to explore the soul, one must first study the body, and to study the body inevitably involves studying the blood."

"Sooner or later, other wizards will follow this path."

"At that time, will the Muggle wizards of the new era who are accustomed to Muggle society really allow the existence of traditional wizards like us?"

"What do you say?"

"My dear student..."

"Anthony Weasley."

A pair of scarlet eyes appeared in memory, and the pupils of the eyes turned into vertical pupils like snakes.

"!"

Anton pursed his lips, gently retracted the wand, and inserted it into the pocket of the wizard's robe.

"Hehe~"

"It's none of my business, don't beat me, roll the ball!"

You, Voldemort, say one thing after another, and what you do in the end is nothing more than that.

I don't even bother to talk about you.

Low exploded.

only……

Anton stared at the dark green cracks on Filch's body, and he finally came to his senses. This kind of crack was found on the Blood Curse on Nagini, and also on the Rune Snake...

Lao Fu found inspiration on creatures like snakes?

Anton frowned, the cracks on Filch's body vaguely revealed a cold and lonely taste like Voldemort's.

Old Fei, are you about to take the shape of Voldemort?

Anton shook his head, expressing his disappointment.

This thing seems to be the kind of serious and extreme way. In the end, it might not be a group of killing weapons that have become a little mentally retarded like Voldemort, right?

Tsk.

The wand rested lightly on the head, and with a slight lift, it pulled out a milky white and crystal clear silk thread.

The silk thread drifted down slowly and fell into the Pensieve.

Anton looked at Dumbledore with a smile, "This is the essential reason why he wants to promote the supremacy of pure blood."

Dumbledore frowned and kept rubbing the ring in his hand.

Anton shrugged his shoulders, sat down on the opposite side of the desk, picked up a small spoon, and scooped up a large piece from the cold vanilla ice cream.

Aww~

oh~~~

Only food can not live up to.

Let Dumbledore do things that are for the sake of all mankind. We mainly enjoy life.

Wow, this delicate taste, this rich aroma, Anton can't eat this kind of food in the kitchen by himself.

Sure enough, it is still necessary to visit Dumbledore from time to time and take care of the elderly.

Dumbledore took a deep breath, took off his glasses, and rubbed the bridge of his nose, "Sometimes I envy you as a child, you are always heartless."

Anton chuckled, "It's over if you're happy."

"!!!"

ps: There is no such thing as white magic in the original book, but every time you call a non-black magic spell, you can't write a long paragraph every time. From now on, the name White Magic will be used.