Chapter 512 I Was Talking About Anton, and Anton Came

"Petals of sour branches and blue flowers?" Anton looked at the potion that Snape brought over in disbelief, his nose twitched, and he exclaimed.

Snape narrowed his eyes, "Do you have an opinion?"

Oh~

Anton had a strange expression on his face.

When, when did Snape who Tsundere adhere to the preparation method of the potion, even consider the taste of the potion?

And it is not a common practice to choose the petals of sour branches and blue flowers so lovingly.

Anton recalled the formula of the 'Potion of Will', and somehow felt that the use of this potion material would not only improve the taste, but also play a role in reconciling the various ingredients in the formula.

He couldn't help giving a thumbs up, "The idol is indeed an idol, it's really amazing."

The corners of Snape's mouth twitched slightly, his head twisted, his silky long hair fluttered, and he turned to find a funnel at the potion dispensing table to feed Filch the medicine.

At this time, Anton didn't continue to speak, but just stretched out his wand against Filch's head, observing carefully with his two magic eyes.

Do your best during treatment.

After the treatment, such a good little white mouse, of course, should take the opportunity to observe and observe.

"blood?"

"heart?"

Anton once asked Snape such a question - how did the potion drink from the mouth and flow into the stomach nourish the soul?

Lao Si did not give an answer.

Anton thought that he didn't understand at the time, and deliberately didn't mention this issue in order to maintain the dignity of a professor, but now he was surprised to find that the effects of the potion, which were similar to the spell, actually entered the blood.

Blood has always played an extremely important role in potions.

No!

It can even be said that it occupies an extremely important position in many magical fields.

Professor Snape once gave Anton a detailed explanation of "Blood and Love" in the restricted section. Blood, just from the perspective of "love", is enough to write a 70 cm thick monograph.

The blood of relatives is further divided into blood of ancestors, mother's blood, father's blood, brother's blood, sister's blood, cousin's blood...

There are hundreds of kinds of relatives alone, ranging from the blood of a gentle mother, the blood of a mother full of resentment, down to the blood of unrelated people like brother-in-law.

Not to mention the blood of the enemy, the blood of jealousy, the blood of being jealous and so on.

But the effect of potions in the blood is completely opposite to the Muggle medical system.

The magic power of the potion first permeated the whole body, then was absorbed by the blood vessels, and finally was completely absorbed in the heart.

At this time, the heart and blood vessels are not like a support system, but more like the root system of a big tree.

And what this big tree should be, Anton is not very clear now.

But he found that, at least after Filch drank the potion, the first thing to change was the soul.

Next, under the mutual influence of one's own magic power and the remaining potion in the body, the changes in the soul are instantly reflected on the body.

No wonder the amputated limbs were attached so quickly after the application of Baixian, it didn't need to affect details such as blood vessels, nerves, and bones at all.

It's not fixing.

It is modifying the template, and then putting the template on the body.

After Snape finished feeding the potion, he took a step back, folded his hands on his chest, and waited silently.

"Professor, if I want to study Baixian, which book do I need to borrow from the library?"

Anton stared at Filch thoughtfully.

He might be about to find the essence of the 'integration of potion and spell', so his eyes could not help but shine.

Snape raised his eyebrows and looked at Anton in surprise, "It seems that you have finally figured out how potions work on the human body."

Anton smiled carefully and shyly.

Lao Si shook his head, "Very rarely, generally you will only see something similar to what was mentioned in your first grade book "A Thousand Miraculous Herbs and Mushrooms" - Baixian has a very good performance in healing trauma. Or you may have seen such a story in "The Tales of Beedle the Poet" where a seriously ill baby was sprinkled with fresh water and recovered."

Anton froze for a moment, then looked back at Snape, "There are no books about Bai Xian in the library?"

Snape shook his head, "It has been used too often for thousands of years, and the effect of potion is single, so it is difficult to mix other potion materials into potions. In a place where the environment is suitable, just sprinkle a handful of seeds along the wind, and the next year will You can get a whole hillside of white meat."

"It's so common in life that many people ignore it."

"Maybe there were wizards who would study it in the past, but so far I haven't seen any books about this herb, except..."

He drew out his wand and smiled triumphantly, "Me!"

"I have done research on it."

"The notes are coming!"

Shh~

A rough notebook floated in from the window, Snape caught it and handed it to Anton, "This is my personal notebook."

Anton raised his eyebrows, "I'll return it to you after reading it."

Snape didn't say anything more, turned to look at Filch, the gatekeeper of the castle was slowly sitting up from the bed.

Mrs. Norris let out a cry of surprise and threw herself into Filch's arms.

"Oh~ baby, I almost thought I was going to die." He kissed Mrs. Norris's forehead affectionately, looked around, and finally fixed his gaze on Snape, "Professor, did you save me?" I."

Snape casually pointed to Anton, "The person you should thank is him. If it weren't for his effective diagnosis and the prescription he researched before, you should continue to lie down now."

Filch froze for a moment, then quickly looked at Anton, "Anthony, thank you."

"The potion prepared by the professor." Anton didn't bother to push back and forth with Snape, and took a good look at Filch. "Since you're ready, I'll go first."

With that said, he greeted Snape, and left briskly with the book in his arms.

Pushing open the door of the school infirmary, Filch could vaguely hear his excited voice, "Professor Snape, I know, I can cast magic, I... should I go to Ollivander to buy it first?" A wand?"

Anton sighed, a squib, living in the castles of countless little wizards, how enviable he must be.

Now that I have the ability to cast spells, but my life is not long, I don't know whether I should be happy or sad.

He couldn't help being a little silent.

Filch's torn soul is not so easy to heal, just like before Anton was found that his soul had become a mess, in addition to the large amount of knowledge he had mastered, he relied on the power of the Philosopher's Stone when he was cured. .

How could Filch be as lucky as himself?

Putting the books in the snuff box, Anton went to the dormitory to take a shower, greeted his roommates, and went to the school library.

He intends to look for some magic spells about healing trauma, or some knowledge about healing spells.

Anton had a strange premonition.

Bai Xian studied together with the healing spell, which allowed him to find some interesting knowledge about the theory of "one theory of potion, magic and magic".

At the same time, understanding this may help him understand the boundless void.

After all, whether it is the memory planet or the black thread of the soul, they are all composed of a wizard, and this void is also a collective composed of individuals.

Huh?

Anton's eyes suddenly lit up, and he walked to the end of the moving stairs, before it could move to the opposite step, he jumped.

In just an instant, he transformed into a 'color-changing wind bird'.

Then, his vision extended all the way, passing through the colorful fog, and came to the depths of the soul again, and went to the depths again, standing on a memory planet.

"Wow~"

Anton looked at the memory planet under his feet in surprise. It turned into two memory lists, twisting and circling, looking like two memory planets.

As for the memory planet of the color-changing wind bird, in addition to everything it experienced after its transformation, there are also a large number of memories that did not belong to it.

And these memories are connected with one after another black lines of the soul leading to a faint galaxy.

Anton touched these black lines lightly, and countless messages came.

Just for a moment, he seemed to have come to the mountains overflowing with fragrance of flowers, his body became very relaxed, drifting along the ridge with the breeze.

...

"Malfoy, I don't think I have anything to say to you." Harry Potter looked at Draco with some disgust, and led Ron and Hermione towards the library.

"Hey, listen, I'm not talking about your ridiculous hostility." Draco chased after him, calling for Goyle and Crabbe to stop them.

"Stand back!" Ron yanked out his wand and pointed at them, "Don't make trouble!"

"Ron~" Hermione looked at Ron incredulously, "Self-fighting is not allowed in school, it's against school rules, you definitely don't want to go to solitary confinement."

Ron rolled his eyes, "Are you on our side?"

He turned his head and stared at Draco, "Malfoy, what are you doing? I warn you, Harry is already going to be fed up with that cousin of his, you despicable person is more annoying than his cousin, I Do you want to be taught a lesson?"

"That Muggle." Draco had a strange look on his face. "It's amazing, isn't it? Although I don't like Muggles, Anton is really amazing. He can turn Muggles into wizards."

As he said that, he seemed to have thought of an excuse, his eyes lit up, and with a strange smile on his face, he swayed and leaned towards Hermione, almost in front of Hermione.

Draco looked down at Hermione with a weird smile on his face, "Do you want to turn your Muggle parents into wizards?"

Hermione sneered, "What's none of your business?"

Draco shrugged, "Now I have a chance, I want to hold another learning exchange between the two Dumbledore's Army, a real learning exchange, not a team duel."

He smiled slightly, "Our Dumbledore's Army will invite some people to share knowledge, and Anton is one of them, maybe let him talk about the knowledge in his book "Muggles, Werewolves and Pure Blood", what do you think? "

Hermione's eyes lit up, and she turned to look at Harry Potter with some excitement.

"Hey, Hermione, don't be fooled by him, think about the fact that Malfoy asked Harry to duel in the prize room before, he must have done something good!" Ron clenched his wand tightly, "Maybe you can ask Anton yourself ?”

Hermione shook her head. "I don't know him well. In fact, we don't seem to have spoken a few times."

Harry Potter looked at the hope in Hermione's eyes, pursed his lips, patted Ron on the shoulder, walked up to Draco, and looked at him seriously, "Can you guarantee that your so-called Dumbledore's Army Won't you take the opportunity to attack us again?"

"certainly."

"Can you guarantee Anthony? I haven't seen him at school lately."

"He was hospitalized before, but he's fine now." Draco turned to look at Harry with a smug smile, "He's my best friend, and he will help me with this, I believe."

"Hey, I was talking about Anton, and Anton came."

Draco pointed to the opposite staircase, "I'll go talk to him now, you can listen here."

At this moment, he suddenly saw Anton jumping down from the stairs.

"Merlin's beard!"

Draco let out a yelp, threw himself on the banister and looked down.

Under the stairs, from the gloom to the darkness at the bottom, nothing can be seen anymore.

I'm sorry, I was a little uncomfortable yesterday, I didn't update in time this morning, and there are two chapters later.