Chapter 511 You Wait Here, I'll Come Back As I Go

Early the next morning, it was Professor Snape who came to see Anton. It happened that Anton was about to be discharged from the hospital. He twitched his lips as a kind smile and was about to leave.

At this moment, a shrill cat meow sounded.

Not long after, Mrs. Norris limped in from the door. Her usual plump figure seemed a little thinner, and her fluffy and clean hair looked a little messy amidst a few stains.

Snape pulled his face down, "Those damned kids!"

He knelt down and hugged Mrs. Norris, drew out his wand and pointed it at the wound on its body, and quickly healed the wound.

Anton followed the direction the cat was going just now, thoughtfully, "Filch is here too?"

Snape pursed his lips and nodded. Holding the cat in one hand, he walked towards the next ward, and when he opened the door, it was Filch.

The personal relationship between Old Stan and Filch has always been good. Well, Snape has maintained a good relationship with many people, such as Professor Quirrell before he was possessed by Voldemort.

Filch's current state is very strange, his face no longer has the twisted ferocity of the past, and there is a soft smile in his calm, stretched face.

But as long as you think that this person has been lying in the hospital bed for so long and has not woken up, it still makes people feel a little creepy.

Anton looked down at him curiously, the magic of the two eyes of "Bu Bird's Eye" and "Grindelwald's Eye" were working at the same time, "His soul looks particularly broken."

"Hmm." Snape's voice was a little low, and he put Mrs. Norris on the hospital bed, watched it run to Filch's head and lay down quietly, and exhaled.

"Not only his soul, but his body is also in a state of collapse at any time, otherwise my method of repairing his soul should be effective."

Anton thought for a while, then drew out his wand and pressed it against Filch's head, his eyes narrowed.

"V... oh, I mean, You-Know-Who said before that he has a way to turn a Squib into a wizard, and he later taught me this way."

(See Chapter 235 for details)

Seeing Snape's strange expression, Anton shrugged his shoulders, "His method is different from mine. He started with the method of Horcruxes, and by changing the soul, the blood of the body will also be changed, and finally he will become a wizard. The effect shown by the blood."

Snape frowned, "It sounds feasible."

Anton nodded, the snuff box in his pocket floated out, and a notepad flew out from it. The notepad flipped automatically in mid-air and floated in front of Snape, "He wrote it, you can take a look."

"Filch was indeed able to cast magic at that time, and obviously his method was effective."

"The problem is that he chose to possess Filch at the same time, and he was more ruthless than Professor Chilow at that time. In many cases, he directly chose to control Filch's body."

"Moreover, one of his horcruxes came back to life, using the power of the basilisk to snatch Filch's right to live in his body, and devoured most of the mysterious man's abilities."

"The end result is..."

Anton tilted his head and looked at Filch, "He seems to be cracked."

"split?"

"Yes." Anton exclaimed, "I'm overwhelmed. After all, little Tom is still young, unlike Voldemort who knows everything. He can only act recklessly. He's too rough. Tsk tsk tsk..."

Snape frowned when he heard Anton say Voldemort's name directly, and finally thought about it, but still didn't say anything.

"The body is covered with dark green cracks..."

"The magic power that can finally be cast along these dark green cracks makes his whole soul exude a lonely and cold aura just like Voldemort's."

"I think the most important thing now is to confirm whether his soul is complete."

Anton raised his head muttering, "I need to cast a spell on him."

Snape nodded, "Give it a try. Everyone has tried everything they can, but in the end it didn't work. There is no way to cure it. After a period of time, his body will also accelerate into a state of decay, and he won't live long. .”

In this case, Anton will not be polite.

"Creak creak!"

The light of the curse surged and turned into a white mist, covering Filch's whole body.

Although Anton's "Grindelwald's Eyes" can see the "Memory Planet", there is no way to enter the "Memory Planet" to see what is going on with the other party.

Of course, except for the Adams one.

Feeling the breath of the curse, Snape took a step back quietly.

This thing is very familiar!

tickle curse!

Anton has obviously researched it to a whole new level, and even modified the spell without authorization. You must know that the spell taught in the first grade itself is selected from thousands of choices, and it represents some extremely basic magic principles that have not changed for thousands of years.

"Huh~"

Anton's eyes lit up, "He's smiling!"

Snape looked suspiciously at Filch who lay motionless in the corpse, "Laughing?"

"Yes!" Anton waved his arm lightly, and the wand in his hand swayed accordingly, and the white mist gushing out from the tip of the wand was also rising and shrinking.

"There is no problem with the memory retrieval, which shows that his memory and thinking are still normal."

"Let me feel it..."

"Haha, yes, the magic power of the tickle spell with joy affects him, and his mood also becomes joyful."

"It shows that there is nothing wrong with his emotions."

"Then, I only have the will left. I don't have any good detection methods for this."

"will?"

"Yes, will. In my eyes, the soul is divided into two parts, the self and the soul body. The self is divided into three parts, memory, emotion and will."

Anton waved his wand again, and the spell he used changed again, "His soul body also seems to be fine."

"Yes, I know the soul body best. I have reshaped my soul body, and I know its structure too well."

Even used the only remaining Philosopher's Stone in the wizarding world for this purpose.

In the end, Anton put away his wand and looked up at Snape, "His injuries are due to his injuries, but the main reason for his failure to wake up is his will."

As he spoke, he raised his eyebrows, "Coincidentally, we researched a potion of will together."

Snape curled his lips, "You tricked me into treating and researching it with Lupine."

(See Chapter 128 for details)

Anton blinked innocently, "Hey, don't pay attention to these details. He was possessed by a mysterious person before, which caused too many dark green cracks. In the eyes of Professor Fiennes, this kind of cracks represent emotions, but his emotions are fine, indicating that these have risen to the will."

"To put it simply, there are still traces of the mysterious person in his body. These traces are too powerful, easily suppressing his fragile soul as a squib."

"Give him some potion of will, and when you prepare it, you can say the joy of 'you are already a wizard' in your heart, and it should be able to wake him up."

"After waking up, there should be a big change in the magic power in his body, which means that his own emotions, memory and will will mobilize the magic power to fight against these."

"The effect should be positive, and then we will study the treatment plan based on the effect!"

Snape looked at Anton in surprise.

At this moment, for some reason, he seemed to have returned to the moment when the Ministry of Magic held a trial meeting. Under the gaze of so many top wizards, he was swaying freely and full of confidence.

Obviously, Anton's achievements in potion science have embarked on a sunny path.

For some reason, Snape couldn't help but feel uncomfortable. He, Snape, claimed to be the greatest potion master of this century. In this field, even Dumbledore didn't pay attention.

But now he saw that Fiennes had made so many research results, and Anton also embarked on his own path, and then he looked at himself.

Come on, he's only 33 years old, all of a sudden, the competitive heart that had been silent for a long time jumped up.

How can he be willing to be surpassed head-on in the field he is best at?

Fiennes was right, maybe he should focus more on magic.

...

Anton didn't know what Snape was thinking, he ran to Madam Pomfrey's dispensing table to look for it, but he didn't see any suitable potion ingredients.

The corners of Snape's mouth curled up slightly, "I'll make the arrangements, just wait here, I'll come back as soon as I go."

As he spoke, he turned and opened the door to leave, his loose wizard robes fluttering like a giant bat.