Chapter 266 Seamo's Whereabouts Are Strange

"There are many obstacles!" The light of the magic spell lit up, and the trees and stones rolled over, quickly creating obstacles behind the wizard.

Oh, no, it should be said to be a little wizard.

Or rather, Seamus.

Seamus Finnigan of Gryffindor!

The half-blood wizard has shown an extremely unstable ability to release magic power in potions, spells, etc., often causing explosions. This one is quite popular among fans of Anton's previous life novels.

God of explosions.

Very cool title.

Anton doesn't like him very much, this person is almost the complete opposite of himself, he is more obsessed with the fine control of magic, Seamus' control of magic is simply a mess.

At the same time, Anton is more inclined to pursue the wonder of magic rather than the lethality of magic. But with the 'talent' shown by Seamo, if this person can make good use of the instability of his magic control, he should have a good future in destructive spells like 'Blast Rumble'.

To put it simply, this person is a combat wizard, and Anton is a research scholar wizard.

Fighting type, the cabin already has a Neville.

Neville obviously has more potential.

But the current Seamo's strength has obviously surpassed Anton's perception of him in the past.

One hand was dripping with blood, with scratches from a werewolf on it.

"Heal as before!"

The light of the magic spell lit up, and the bleeding on his arm stopped very quickly, but he still couldn't exert his strength, and it fell limply.

"Armor protection!"

The werewolf kicked on the tree trunk and rushed over, Seamus raised his wand again, "Expel the werewolf!"

Boom!

The werewolf was thrown far away, hit a big tree, fell slowly, struggling in the grass.

Seamus didn't take the opportunity to escape, but waved his wand and muttered something to the ground, and the water vapor wafted towards the tree trunk with the breath of soil.

Soon, the werewolf roared and rushed over again.

Seamus waved his wand, and a fragile vine from the treetops wrapped around the werewolf's foot, dragging it to the ground.

Paji!

Fell hard into a quagmire.

This magical quagmire is like a large swamp with bubbles, allowing the werewolf to struggle, and finally his feet sank into it.

"Tough as iron!"

Seamus cast a spell on the swamp again, instantly turning the swamp into a large piece of solid ground with a strange metallic luster.

At this point, the threat of werewolves was finally lifted.

Seamus panted heavily and sat down against a big tree.

Gently unwrapping a leather package in his arms, he opened it and saw a unicorn lying inside.

The unicorn was obviously dead, with a thin wound on its neck, and metallic silver blood slowly dripped from the wound.

"I have to make a potion out of its blood!"

Seamus' voice was hoarse and flustered, "Damn it, my talent in potions has never been good, what should I do?"

"Can Snape still believe it?"

"No, I can't go to him. I clearly felt the presence of Lord Dark Lord in school! But Snape showed indifference. I have to doubt his loyalty!"

"The Lord Dark Lord must be very weak."

Seamus pulled his arm away, and a Dark Mark slowly emerged, "I can feel that the Dark Lord is still here, yes, the ability of our family blood has always been able to gain more perception than others!"

"The master must restore the ability of magic as soon as possible. I only need to offer the potion made from unicorn blood when the master is weakest!"

"Yes, I will have a wonderful future!"

"Anthony Weasley, I smell the master's breath on him, although it is very faint, very faint, but I know, maybe I can find some clues in him!"

At this moment, his face twisted and changed rapidly.

"Damn it, it's time for Polyjuice Potion!"

Panting, he took out a small bottle from the inside of his wizard robe, opened it with his teeth, and drank it clean in one gulp.

Gradually, his face returned to Seamus's again.

Finally, he regained some strength, stood up with the trunk of the tree, tightened his leather bag, and gave the werewolf a hard look.

"Hell, there are actually werewolves in the Forbidden Forest of Hogwarts!"

After that, he staggered step by step into the depths of the Forbidden Forest.

On the treetop, Anton stared at his back indifferently, with colorful swirls in his eyes, quickly recording the soul of this person.

If it is not in the past time, he will definitely kill this guy immediately.

So, when Draco unleashed the Black Snake, it was the unremarkable Seamus behind Harry who was secretly casting the influence?

Apparently, the previous chaos in the school really made some messy people take the opportunity to hide in Hogwarts.

"Seamo..."

If Anton remembered correctly, Seamus was Harry Potter's roommate.

This is a very clever identity.

It is very close to the Harry Potter that the Dark Lord wants most, as long as everyone is sleeping in the middle of the night and raises the wand to shoot at Harry, it will be interesting.

And Ron's mouse, Wormtail, is also in this dormitory.

Awesome, two Death Eaters in one bedroom.

In order to confirm this information, Anton returned to human form, held his wand against his head, and used the memory retrieval secret method of the goblins.

Finally he raised an eyebrow.

"Really!"

There are five people in Harry Potter's bedroom, Harry and Ron, Neville, Seamus and Dean.

Five-person dormitory, three groups.

Seamus' best friend is Dean Thomas, a black brother, one of the ex-boyfriends of Ron's sister Ginny, who once kissed Ginny in front of Harry.

To put it simply, Dean was dating his roommate's sister, and was pried into a corner by another roommate.

Tut tut.

Even if there were no Death Eaters, this kind of dormitory relationship would definitely be complicated.

"Quack quack ~~~"

Gently flick the Time-Turner...

...

...

"Dumbledore, a Death Eater has infiltrated Harry Potter's dorm, using Polyjuice Potion to pretend to be his roommate, Seamus Finnigan!"

Back in real time, Anton immediately returned to Hogwarts Castle and found Lao Deng.

Although such a Death Eater is a good material for experiments, Anton did not decide to deal with it himself.

He was not under the influence of Voldemort's Confusion Curse, so how could he create some inexplicable accidents for himself just to find excitement.

Telling Dumbledore directly is the best solution.

The speed is handled cleanly and crisply.

Dumbledore's complexion changed, and he stood up frowning, when a strong wind suddenly blew up in the principal's office.

Gradually, the wind subsided, and all the rattling things returned to their original positions.

"I didn't feel his breath at school!"

Dumbledore stretched out his finger, tapped lightly in mid-air, a wave of magic wave similar to Apparition hit, and everything in his vision was distorted rapidly.

Anton blinked, and was surprised to find that he had appeared in Gryffindor's dormitory, where there were Gryffindor signs everywhere.

Harry and Ron were not in the dormitory. Anton had seen them on the Quidditch pitch when he had just returned to the castle.

Neville wasn't there either. He was probably still in Professor Sprout's greenhouse with Hannah at this time.

In the dormitory, only the black brother Dean Thomas was lying on the bed reading a magic book.

He stared blankly at Dumbledore and Anton who suddenly appeared, and opened his mouth in surprise.

"Thomas, do you know where Finnigan (Seamus's surname) has gone?" Dumbledore stared at him.

"Professor Dumbledore, Seamus suddenly felt very painful in his arm this morning. I advise him to go to the school infirmary to see Madam Pomfrey." Dean quickly got up from the bed and quickly stuffed the magic book into the bed.

Dumbledore frowned and shook his head, "There is no Finnigan in the school infirmary, I just checked."

As he spoke, he waved his fingers lightly, and a suitcase slid out from under Seamo's bed.

Slap.

The lock was unlocked, and the lid of the suitcase opened automatically, revealing a little face full of fright.

It was Seamus Finnigan!

A burst of magical light surged, and the tape on Seamus' mouth, hands and feet quickly came off, and he crawled out of the box in panic.

"Professor Dumbledore, a middle-aged man tied me in a box and pulled my hair every day!"

Dean looked at all this in astonishment, "Merlin's beard!"

He couldn't understand what was happening, but he was shocked.

Dumbledore sighed, took out a piece of chocolate from his pocket and handed it to Seamus, and rubbed his head, "It's all right, child. Thomas, you can accompany Finnigan to the school infirmary and let Pomfrey Check it out, ma'am."

"Remember, don't tell others what happened."

The two little wizards nodded in panic, and hurried out.

Dumbledore's face was as deep as water, and he looked out the window coldly. The originally clear sky suddenly turned cloudy, and in a short while, it was covered with dark clouds and lightning flashed.

Anton raised his eyebrows behind his back.

What a powerful weather spell!

Such a familiar meteorological spell!