Chapter 547 Anton's Vacation

"There are always some idiots who think that black magic is a shortcut." Anton sneered, "In the witch hunts in ancient times, Muggles said that wizards are 'to cater to the pleasure of the devil and obtain the power of evil'. Although this statement is a bit problematic, But it's true."

"It's just that this demon is actually our own heart."

"When we borrow money from this demon, we can easily control some powerful magic."

"But at the same time, the devil also wants to collect debts from us. Its demand, as countless myths and stories have told us, is our soul."

Anton strolled on the disk, shaking the wand in his hand.

"The only thing you get wrong is that the myth always says that after the wizard dies, the devil will take our souls."

"This is wrong. As long as you borrow power from the devil, you have already entered the process of repaying the debt, every moment. Until a certain critical point, you will be completely taken away by the devil."

"To put it simply, the negative emotions in your heart will completely swallow the positive emotions, and you will become incomplete people. The incompleteness of your soul will make you stronger and turn you into beasts."

The corner of Anton's mouth curled up slightly, "I know, some of you would think so..."

"I am willing. I just want to become stronger. If I become a beast, I will become a beast. This world is a world where individuals cannibalize people."

He spread his hands and shrugged, "Good idea, but..."

Anton laughed violently.

"But ah...haha...it's none of my business!"

"I'm here to transform black wizards, to turn everyone into white wizards, that's all."

"So……"

Anton licked the corner of his mouth, raised his arm gracefully, and held his wand high.

"First let you know what kind of punishment you will have if you don't want to become a white wizard. Maybe you will tell your heart that you are being forced. Look, what a step."

A huge figure in a black wizard robe appeared behind Anton. The loose wizard robe fluttered with the strong wind, and Anton raised his fingers together.

"Twisted Prison!"

Endless mist gushes out from the tip of the wand and spreads in all directions.

It diffused over the round platform, floated in the dark space, poured into the gaps in the railings, and covered every prison.

The dementor floating in the sky seemed to feel the smell of the cursed light, and swooped down like crazy, swaying its body in the mist.

"I..."

"I'm not here to treat guests to dinner..."

Anton's eyes glowed with magic, and he tilted his head, staring at every soul that seemed to be right in front of him.

The Cruciatus Curse is too familiar to him.

It has long been familiar with it as a soul scalpel.

Now, how could such a "twisted prison" deduced to a higher level by Neville not let Anton see Lie Xinxi? The souls affected by black magic try to find the subtle connection among them.

...

The task tonight is to let the prisoners work together with Anton to find a way to get rid of the influence of black magic.

The effect is remarkable, and Anton has collected too much material, which requires him to conduct detailed research.

So he gently asked these exhausted research partners to go back to their original cells to rest, and very dedicated to choose to continue working overtime after returning home.

Back home in Hogsmeade Village, I ate the family reunion dinner prepared by Aunt Ilsa and Aunt Nagini, drank the anti-digestion fruit tea made by Anna, and lay lazily on the small sofa in the hall, watching Watching the TV series that some ladies turn on on time.

The next morning, Anton briskly picked up the painting box and came to an art training institution in Paris, France.

Paris is a capital of fashion and art. Every year, countless people come here admiringly, wandering around every corner, eager for opportunities.

But this world is always so cruel. When a painter who is admired by others in a small circle comes here, facing so many famous masters, he realizes that the world leaves so few opportunities for the latecomers.

There are a lot of cases where people live in poverty for a lifetime, and after a hundred years, even the ashes are turned into nutrients by the soil before finally gaining fame.

Not to mention that many painters' paintings have no chance of being preserved until the moment when history justifies them. They are bought cheap and hung in the living room at will to withstand the sun's exposure, the humidity of the rainy season, the fireworks and men's puffing. The erosion of the fog, not to mention the occasional people who randomly scratched the paintings with a knife...

The painter Anton found was such a poor ghost who was said to have good painting skills, and was introduced to him by the werewolf aunt, an executive of the werewolf home furnishing company.

The poor ghost has a very professional ethics. After seeing Anton's original paintings, he chatted with Anton in detail all morning. Before lunch, he shook his head regretfully, "I can't teach you."

"!!!"

Anton looked at the other party's sincere words, the gray hair stained with paint, the vicissitudes of life but still looked young, and the clothes that were washed a little white...

The other party is obviously not entertaining himself, he really needs his own money, but if even such a person says he can't do it, then...

Inexplicably a little upset.

"I'll take you to Mozhi Chen. He should be able to teach you. You have a wanton and indulgent heart, a soul that desires to be unfettered but falls on the branches. Maybe you can have a common language with him."

"Oh?" Anton raised his eyebrows.

The painter is obviously a little cramped, his waist is a bit bent, he looks a little humble, his eyes are bright, and he has a stubborn arrogance, "My vision can't be wrong, he used to be a painter of oriental freehand brushwork, and later for Integrating into Western aesthetics, I rebuilt oil painting, and now I am trying to integrate freehand painting into oil painting."

"Emphasis on artistic conception, light on entity, his philosophy."

Anton listened to him in silence, sighed slightly, "Thank you for your recommendation, you are a persistent painter worthy of respect, please lead me the way."

"Okay...Okay." The painter was obviously a little surprised, and hurriedly greeted Anton and walked out, "He is really short of money, and his temper is too arrogant. He has been hungry for two days. If he can bring you some Inspiration, I don’t think he needs to be disheartened and ready to return home.”

Anton smiled slightly, "If you can't afford food, you can't afford enough air tickets."

The painter sighed, "In fact, someone liked his paintings, but the bid was very low. What I am most afraid of is his despair of the art path, and he traded the paintings for plane tickets."

Most artists are a bit of a maverick, at least this Chen Mo is like that.

Dizzy from hunger, I lay on the ground holding a large basin of tap water, patting my belly filled with the sound of water, and humming in my mouth—difficult road, difficult road, many divergent roads, I am here now, I want to ride the wind Go back, damn it!

"..."

Anton listened to this interesting accent with a strange expression.

"He's reading poetry!" The painter quickly explained to Anton, "Mo Chen has a very high literary quality."

"That's it..."

Anton looked at the young man lying on the ground in amazement, and exclaimed suddenly, "Good! Good!"

Anyway, that's it, Anton has two painter teachers.

There is no other reason, the main reason is that he has money. Lupine doesn't spend much money at all, and there is no place to spend the money he earns. Anton just squanders it desperately, and he can't spend it all in his life.

Especially that Chen Mo seemed a little unreliable. After getting money, he drank drunk every day, so this painter was more reliable.

Sometimes Anton would look at this familiar face with great interest, recalling the pictures of his previous life, "I can't go back."

The East here is not his East at all, it looks completely different.

My heart is full of regrets.

So far...

Studying painting in Paris during the day, teaching in Azkaban in the North Sea at night, and sleeping at home in Hogsmeade Village at night, Anton lived a three-point and one-line life.

This is the beginning of a busy and fulfilling holiday.