Chapter 379 I Thought You Were so Good

The first day of laughing and laughing passed like this.

The second day of laughing and laughing passed like this.

third day.

Guess how he laughed, how he cried and laughed.

Laughter for three days and three nights, for 72 hours, for 4320 minutes...

crunch~~

The prison corridor where the laughter echoed was extremely quiet, so quiet that the laughter was like a voice-over, and so quiet that the sound of Anton pushing open the iron door of the cell became so harsh.

Anton walked slowly in the corridor in silence, even the sound of breathing stopped wherever he passed.

Finally, he came to Dolokhov's cell and looked at him silently with his head tilted.

There is only one last step left for the magic prop of 'Happy Spine', just pull out the opponent's spine.

Anton has no psychological barriers to using this method to kill this guy.

Yu Qing, this person insulted him, if Anton didn't use forceful means to fight back, one can foresee what kind of scene will happen next. You know, these people will all escape from Azkaban in the end.

If nothing else.

Yu Li, this kind of scum who takes pleasure in killing and has tortured and killed countless muggles and wizards, will die if he kills him. His aunt Molly's two brothers were killed by this guy, which is considered revenge.

In terms of emotion and reason, it makes sense.

Anton doesn't need to convince others, he just needs to convince his own heart.

But Anton was kind-hearted, and with a wave of his fingers, he stripped the man's tickling spell from the level of thinking and sneaked into the subconscious.

To put it simply, it is to use a method similar to the Forgetting Curse to block the call of the mind to the memory.

The effect is very interesting. This person doesn't smile, but he looks very happy and sunny, very cheerful.

Great.

"I'll give you a chance to leave your last words. You can only say one sentence." Anton made a gesture of invitation, "Say it."

"Ho ho ho ~~"

Dolokhov laughed again, but this time it was a bit more 'human'. Before, he used his memory to guide the magic power to release a certain frequency of tickling spells on him, so the laugh was a bit insincere.

He struggled to get up, staggered, and fell to the ground again.

"Evil~~~~" His face was full of sternness, he gritted his teeth, struggled to get up again, his crooked body was extremely strong and fierce.

He pouted his neck and glared at Anton, "..."

Well, the wise man finally determined that Anton could only let him say one word, so his cheeks twitched and he raised his head, staring at the sky, as if he could see something beautiful.

He laughed again, and with the last breath of his life, he roared, "For the victory of pure blood!"

puff~

Countless soul black threads pierced into his body, so sharp, like sharp knives.

Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.

Anton looked at him silently, staring.

It is so serious.

In the end, he smacked his mouth with some distaste, "Actually, I'm very envious of you..."

He murmured in a low voice, and his voice echoed in the prison corridor, "You have an ideal in your heart, and you can dedicate yourself to it. Death seems to be a kind of glory to you."

but me……

Just a lunatic who doesn't know what to do.

Really, looking at such a person, no matter good or evil, one can always see a kind of tenacity from life, a kind of vigorous vitality.

It seems that with ideals, life has meaning.

For the first time, Anton began to doubt whether his so-called "traveler" ambition was meaningful.

This kind of life doesn't seem to be so interesting.

He is just a visitor, not a participant.

Anton wasn't confused, he just felt flustered these few days. Without magic learning and experiments, he found that his life seemed meaningless.

Is this kind of life really what he wants?

Not exciting at all.

Leaving aside the aspect of superpowers, he seems to be living the same life as he did in his previous life. In his previous life, he had been learning new IT knowledge, just to prevent himself from being eliminated due to his age.

It's the same now, just to make myself stronger.

Of course, there is still a slight difference. In the previous life, it was for life, but now it is for fun.

However, people without ideals are doomed to have empty souls.

Anton is like a rag bag that can never be filled with happiness in his heart, and his heart is empty.

He smacked his mouth.

He sneered.

"It's not interesting."

The black thread of the soul twisted and pulled out from Dolokhov with a silver light similar to the Patronus Charm, and turned into his arm again.

"Spare your dog's life."

With a thud, Dolokhov fell to the ground, treading softly like a puddle of mud.

Anton pursed his lips and walked towards his cell.

Head down, thoughtful.

"Hahahahaha..."

Behind him, Dolokhov's ugly laughter echoed lightly, carrying the joy of remaining alive after the catastrophe.

The Death Eaters on both sides of the corridor stood in front of the railing, watching all this in silence.

They have been imprisoned for more than ten years. Some people are desperate. Now there is such a person who can take them out. It is a lie to say that there is no hope. No one likes to be imprisoned in Azkaban.

There are also people who have been full of hope, longing for the resurrection of the Dark Lord, as he himself said, and a comeback. As long as he survives until then, it will be the day of freedom.

These people are now desperate.

A person more terrifying than the Dark Lord came to the prison. If he offends the Dark Lord, or disappoints the Dark Lord, he will die.

And this person was so moody that if he was not careful, he would really die.

Scarier than the Dark Lord.

Especially with such a powerful wandless spell, in a place where everyone has no wands, there is nowhere to escape.

They looked at Dolokhov and felt sad for the death of the rabbit. Who knows, it won't be me who will die next.

If it really came to that time, would he be controlled by magic and laugh for three days and three nights?

Might as well bite your tongue and kill yourself.

Can……

Gritting your teeth and persevering for more than ten years, only to bite your tongue in the end? How reconciled to people.

Anton looked at these people from the corner of his eye. All beings, no matter what camp they were in, were warriors with a firm will and a pious heart.

Compared to a bunch of rubbish...

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Dolokhov was still laughing, so freely that his voice became distorted as he laughed.

"Think you are so good?"

"You're just a kid!"

"So what if you have powerful magic power, so what if you have powerful magic, you don't have the intention to kill, you can't even kill people."

Anton blinked and turned around slowly.

Dolokhov's playful laughter still echoed in the corridor, it was so piercing.

"Hahaha, I've seen a lot of people like you, and killed several of you. You're obviously stronger than me, so you didn't die in my hands. Hahahaha..."

"You are only worthy of kneeling on the ground and begging me to let your family members go, but look, haha, your son died in front of you, hey, your mother died in front of you."

"And then you just cried and begged me to stop..."

"Jie jie jie..."

"!!!", Anton's eyes completely narrowed, and his eyes became cold.

He slowly took off his striped jacket and shoes, and handed it to Bella who was in the prison beside him, "Help me hold it."