Chapter 377 Curse and Blessing

Anton doesn't like to define himself. If there is an adjective to describe him, maybe he can be called an 'explorer'.

I like to take risks in exciting places and do exciting things, that's all.

Anton felt that the dementor's happiness absorption was very exciting and interesting.

"Oh~~~"

He took a breath, only to feel that his whole body was filled with happiness in an instant.

However……

It seemed that his 'ray of sunshine' spell had evolved, but in an instant, the overflowing happiness in his body was quelled like this.

It was a very strange feeling.

He still felt happy, but not intoxicated.

There is a feeling of drunkenness but a tight line. The emotions are gradually going to extremes, but they are extremely sober and not let the emotions affect any of their judgments.

This feeling……

Extreme and sober, it is the best state for casting spells.

Since the appearance of the ray of sunshine spell, Anton has been using it passively. He has never considered actively exploring this spell, which is really a mistake.

He seems to have invented a great spell.

The happiness and beauty overflowing in his body had reached a threshold, a threshold that was about to collapse him to the point of fainting yesterday.

Apparently, this dementor brother has experience and knows how big his mouth should be to open the largest ice cream he can eat in one bite.

But for Anton, it's not enough!

"Just a little bit, a little bit!"

"Not enough, not enough!"

Anton grabbed the dementor's head that was very close together, and just grabbed the eye sockets and mouth of the opponent's face with his fingers, dragging it forward as if holding a bowling ball.

Dementors are powerful, and Anton is even stronger.

His arms, shoulders, and footsteps all swelled up rapidly, bulging out the stripes.

Werewolf transformed to half the extent.

He can turn one of his arms and one finger into parts of a werewolf. Naturally, he can only use part of the muscles and bones of a werewolf, and a sense of explosive power can be transmitted to the whole body.

Anton dragged the dementor forward quickly, and saw that another dementor in the corridor was holding a middle-aged uncle with messy hair and smoking.

Death Eater August Rookwood.

A powerful wizard's performance in actual combat is somewhat higher than that of Kingsley. In the wizarding world, these powerful wizards are on the same level as Dumbledore.

He was Voldemort's spy at the Ministry of Magic, working as the Unseen Man in the Department of Mysteries.

Putting it outside is also a big boss who is called a master in a certain field.

This man is extremely unique, he looks amiable, in "Today's Prophet", all the Death Eaters are mocking, only his expression is full of boredom.

If Karkaroff hadn't confessed him in order to sign up, this person would not have aroused anyone's suspicion.

Rookwood is worthy of being the boss of the Reticent Man. When he was absorbed by the dementors, although his eyes were full of despair, he also retained a bit of determination.

He struggled to break the dementor's arm with his own hands, but he was too weak, and could only gradually be wrapped up in countless negative emotions.

That feeling was extremely uncomfortable, and he would even be immersed in the erosion of negative emotions for the next whole week.

Then there is only half a day left, and the dementors will come again to cut the leeks.

At this moment, a white and slender hand stretched out in front of him, grabbed the dementor's cheek, and ruthlessly pulled it away.

Rookwood fell to the ground, gasped and looked up, only to see a child who didn't look particularly tall standing in front of him under the dim light brought by the end of the prison.

Holding a dementor in each hand.

The child was smiling, very brightly.

Rookwood only felt his body sinking into a coma. He struggled to raise his eyelids to look at the boy, and finally passed out powerlessly.

He only remembered that the young man seemed to have a halo on his body.

...

"Leave him alone, suck it for me."

Anton violently pulled the other dementor towards him, face to face, raised his eyebrows, "Come on, baby."

The dementor's nose moved, as if it smelled something delicious, it stretched out its rotten hands and put down the hood of the black robe, revealing a black face covered with blood scabs, and the irregularly shaped mouth dangling with a big hole .

"Oh~~~"

"Oh ho ho ho ho ~~~"

In just a split second, the positive emotions absorbed in his body, such as happiness, were quickly passing away, and a ray of sunshine spell took effect in an instant, quickly making up for it.

With the blessing of one point minus three points, Anton was so stimulated that his whole body trembled.

In just an instant, the positive emotions exceeded the threshold he could bear yesterday, and reached the point where an ordinary human being could not bear it.

According to the protection mechanism of the human body, he should be in a state of fainting at this time.

But no!

He felt that he was extraordinarily energetic and energetic.

Anton could clearly feel a magical intensity that he had never controlled before being invoked by this extreme emotion.

Using emotions to unleash magic is a concept that Hogwarts students all know.

Black magic will turn wizards into evil, full of twisted evil thoughts, which will make wizards better at black magic, which is also the consensus of the wizarding world.

Anton never doubted this.

He now has more insight into this.

Desire is the key to unlocking human interest, and firm desire is the key to unlocking powerful emotions.

Such as the desire to change the world, such as the desire to defeat the Dark Lord that everyone fears in the wizarding world...

The power of the mind is really interesting.

Anton's eyes were slightly squinted on his bewitched face, and suddenly he opened his eyes, and one hand turned into a black thread of the soul, bang, the black thread spread rapidly.

Many of his spells cannot be cast without a wand.

For example, Transfiguration, except for the non-attacking 'moving figures' that can now cast spells without a staff, he really has no other options.

In the field of body transformation, there are only two kinds of werewolves and vipers. 'Color-changing Wind Bird' and 'Divination Bird' switch bodies, and 'Owl' is an Animagus. These three have been completely separated and are not counted.

As for the black line of the soul, this kind of extremely high-end thing that touches the realm of the soul really cannot be done without a magic wand.

But he can now.

The surging and powerful magic power makes everything possible.

One of his eyes turned into azure blue, staring at the dementor Mao Mao floating in the entire corridor, waving the black thread of the soul to gently catch it.

This is Filch's pet Mrs. Norris' method of "emotional sharing".

"???"

Anton frowned slightly, feeling the dementor's gray-black long invisible tentacles with doubts.

He didn't perceive any information on it, only a kind of inextricable despair, depression, resentment, hatred, pain, sadness...

In it, it seems that the negative emotions described by everyone in the human world are gathered.

It's so weird.

It seems that there is only emotion left!

And there is an extremely strong smell of curse.

It seems to be a cursed person who has been cursed by some kind of curse. What it spreads out is only the aftermath of its own curse.

Relating that this kind of thing is only for humans, Anton suddenly thought of a familiar race that had a prosperous magic civilization—the goblin.

"interesting……"

Anton chuckled.

The product of the curse, this kind of thing is very mysterious. Many places in the wizarding world have such mysterious places. A certain cemetery, a certain old house, and a certain village have left behind mysterious and terrifying legends.

He had experienced it himself, as well as the barrel hut that the hut bought, and there was also a curse in it.

The siren's obsessive love and mourning...

There is also the sleeping curse similar to Snow White on Professor McGonagall's husband...

With a sway of his arm, the black thread of the soul turned into twisted filaments and poured into the inside of the dementor's black robe, exploring bit by bit.

"curse?"

Anton suddenly remembered the spell that was working now, the spell of a ray of sunshine, relatively speaking, wasn't it a 'blessing'?

There will be another chapter later.