Chapter 251 Potion of True Knowledge
It snowed a lot last night, and the next morning, the sun was shining brightly and the snow had melted.
After breakfast, the little wizards hurried to their respective classrooms, and a new day started quietly like this.
Everything seems to have not changed, and everything seems to have changed a lot.
Dumbledore returned to the position of headmaster, and this time no school manager dared to come out and say anything.
Even though the talk of 'Dumbledore's conspiracy' is everywhere in the society, which puts a lot of pressure on Dumbledore, the school trustees, um, especially the Death Eaters inside, are too aware of what happened what.
The Lord Dark Lord really came back, but before he could make any waves, he was suppressed by the old headmaster.
What a horror.
This is Dumbledore's era, and it can only be his era. All the unwillingness and restlessness can only be stuffed into the shadows, not daring to show a glimmer of light.
Especially the old school manager Al, who completely hid in the castle and turned on his health regimen, trying to live longer than Dumbledore.
Yes, as long as Dumbledore is dead, he can only wait for him to die.
By then, it should be the era of the Dark Lord, right?
Then grit your teeth and endure it.
until then...
"Be quiet!" Anton patted the little snake's head lightly, stuffed it into his leather waist bag, and walked out of the dormitory with his textbooks in his arms.
Stroll up the stone steps of the castle.
A battle broke out here yesterday, and it was repaired in the "restore as before" magic. It may have been damaged by various magics a long time ago, but it still maintains the appearance when the school was founded.
It's just that if you look closely, you can always find traces of the passage of time.
Mottled handrails, slightly rusty stones and iron riveting joints, and long walls eroded by human fireworks, all changes quietly engraved on the stone walls.
And these, the 'restore to original' spell did not work.
Magic interferes with reality, and reality interferes with reality. When everything is intertwined, concepts often become blurred.
Anton stopped suddenly, stared at the stone wall, tilted his head, and carefully felt the magic of time, the magic of nature.
Everything he experienced during this time told him the influence of magic on wizards.
But he always insisted on the words that the old wizard taught him--the wizard is the god, and the will determines everything.
Magic should not affect wizards, as long as our will is firm enough.
So, does that ray of sunshine in my heart represent the will in my heart?
Just like this stone wall, the destruction of the battle cannot affect it, but it can affect itself. Our hearts, our emotions, our will, and ourselves are changing quietly over time.
So, does this "ray of sunshine" protect yesterday's will, or this changing will?
This is an interesting thought.
He didn't know why he thought of this.
Perhaps he had reached a tipping point, hadn't he, and he'd discovered it in McGonagall's Transfiguration class, when he was talking about turning birds into cups.
Then he got so many Dumbledore's papers, and after studying for so long, it's time to go further.
Anton gently stretched out his palm, looked at the ray of sunlight between them, and smiled slightly.
"Are you reminding me again?"
Now that all the dust has settled, it's time to start taking a step forward. Not just this magic, it seems that the whole world is telling him this interesting thing.
With a smile on the corner of his mouth, he walked up the stairs with a smile, and swayed up and down in mid-air with the moving stairs.
Anton loves magic.
He believes that many people are like this, they are so fanatical about this super power beyond reality.
In his previous life, he watched novels, movies, and comics, and sometimes he took a broom to clean the floor, and when he was alone, he sometimes waved the broom and made the dubbing of 'jiujiujiu'.
He would also raise his arm in a very second-hand way, and make a gesture of his fingers that he thinks is cool, staring at the Coke bottle next to the computer screen, imagining that it will automatically float in front of him in the next moment.
"Hey, Anton, if you don't leave, you'll be late." Draco stood on the stairs opposite, looking at Anton who suddenly lost his nerve, not knowing why.
At this time the stairs were going down, Anton looked up at him and smiled.
Take a sharp step forward.
In front of him was an empty stairwell!
Anton just fell straight down.
"Merlin's beard." Draco rushed over, grabbed the railing and looked down.
call out!
Anton's wizard robe fluttered, riding the wind, and flew up like a rocket. Before hitting another staircase, he made a sharp turn.
Just like that, it flew left and right at the stairwell, scaring the little wizards around them to scream.
“Wuhu~~~”
With a flick of the wizard's robe, he turned in mid-air and rushed into a stone corridor.
All the little wizards screamed, and Professor Flitwick on the other staircase exclaimed, "Great levitating spell!"
If magic is driven, it is our inner desires.
Anton suddenly understood why he liked these magics.
Because of all the fantasies about magic in the previous life, the movies, TV series, novels, short videos, comics, games he played, etc. in the previous life have created his fantasies about magic.
But not all.
After all, no matter what kind of medium it is, it is exaggerating that the most powerful ones are full of violence, destruction, and destruction.
It seems that the picture of destroying a building is more cool than the picture of destroying the door.
Anton doesn't think so, he has no longing for killing, he longs for freedom, for complexity, for everything that has never been seen but is interesting.
and this,
It is his will.
That is, everything that condenses a ray of sunshine.
"Maybe……"
Anton smiled slightly, and stopped at the door of the classroom, "The cabin needs new products."
He suddenly had a great idea.
...
This class was Potions class, and what kind of new look Anton would expect Snape to appear in front of everyone.
It wasn't long before the Slytherins and Gryffindors arrived.
Slap.
Slap.
Snape walked in.
It was still a black magic robe that was as loose as a big bat, and it was still half-length hair. Although it seemed to have become much smoother after washing, it still had that faint look.
Everything seems to have not changed.
Everything seems to have quietly changed.
The originally empty eyes began to become vivid, with a trace of tranquility and depth, like a lake whose bottom could not be clearly seen.
There are not many little wizards who can feel this change, this is a silent change, more delicate.
Anton made a choice, staring at his dean with interest.
From Snape's soul, he saw a kind of breath of spring on dead wood, with inexplicable vitality, no, not the kind of vitality that exuberant in summer, but the rustling rustling under the fallen leaves in autumn.
Obviously, after experiencing emotions, wars, life and death, this 32-year-old man has become a bottle of old wine.
He can be mellow, but time has indeed taken away the vitality of young people.
"Anton once came to my office and asked me what magic meant."
Snape stared at all the little wizards, his gaze was no longer the sharp eyes of an eagle hunting, but the cool and gentle waves of water.
As if with magic power, glanced,
All the little wizards who were still very excited in the atmosphere of yesterday's battle became quiet.
"I told him that magic means something different to everyone."
He turned around and waved his wand, a potion formula appeared on the blackboard, "Today we are going to learn a new potion, potion of true knowledge."
"If the weak drink it, they will feel the most feared thing in life."
"The brave drink it, and they will know what changes they should make."
"The fool who drinks it will be lost in the guidance of magic."
"The wise drink it, and they will understand the road ahead."
"The main ingredient of this potion..." Snape turned his head and looked into Harry's eyes, the corners of his mouth slightly curled up, "It's forget-me-nots."