Chapter 558 Fluorescence Flickers!

Harry didn't sleep well all night. Yesterday, Professor McGonagall was very concerned about his fainting, and called Madam Pomfrey over to give him a detailed examination.

This let him know that he was the only one who fainted.

There's nothing worse than that, Dementors are scary, but if he's the only one doing this badly...

Oh~

He really didn't know how to face other people's pointing and pointing when he went to have breakfast.

Especially that bastard Malfoy.

However, when he followed Ron and Hermione to the lobby on the first floor, he was relieved to find that everyone didn't seem to be paying attention to him.

Many people gathered at the long Slytherin table, Neville, George and Fred, Seamus, Ginny, and other Gryffindors he was familiar with were also there.

This was impossible in the past. Even if Gryffindors passed by the Slytherin long table, they would prefer to take a longer detour. It was such a disgusting state.

"Anton, tell me more about that dementor!" Draco licked the corner of his mouth excitedly, "I know you were imprisoned in Azkaban, and later became an Auror trainee and vice versa It's pretty cool to be stationed there!"

Hearing what Master Malfoy said, everyone gasped in amazement.

Anton looked at the melon-eating crowd with some helplessness, "Listen, Azkaban is not a good place, it's just because of the dementors, it's very scary there."

"That's right." George frowned. "My dad went to Azkaban once, remember, Fred? He said it was the worst place he'd ever been. When he came back Weak and trembling...they suck the joy out of a place, these dementors. Most of the prisoners go mad there."

Fred shook his head. "Dad doesn't like us talking about this place."

"My father did too." Draco picked up his drink and took a sip. "Once he came back from Azkaban, my curiosity made him very angry. He is rarely so angry with me."

Having said that, the more secretive the adults are, the more curious the children will be.

Just like the story of the cat-faced old lady in the urban ghost story, I was afraid that I would not sleep at night after listening to it, and I pricked up my ears for fear of missing a sentence.

Neville was one of them. Because he was too familiar with Anton, this child who was a bit naive and not good at talking became more and more adept at expressing his thoughts when he was beside Anton. "Anton, are dementors very powerful?"

"Strong?" Anton froze for a moment, thought for a while, and nodded.

He looked around at everyone, "Yes, they are very powerful."

This is obviously a good opportunity to preach his magic theory, and Anton always doesn't mind sharing what he has researched.

"Remember what I told you before, emotions, emotions are the easiest elements that can leverage magic power. The more extreme our emotions are, the more powerful the magic we cast."

Many young wizards heard such arguments for the first time. They were used to practicing the spells taught by the professors, but they never thought about exploring the principles of casting magic.

"Aggressive spells are more powerful when we are more angry. Some spells like levitation are more effective when we are more relaxed."

"There are some powerful but dangerous magics that can keep this effect, such as black magic, which can constantly affect us and make us become emotionally extreme, so that when we cast black magic, it will be more powerful."

Draco froze for a moment, "Doesn't that mean that as long as you keep learning black magic, you will become stronger and stronger? Black magic will help us?"

Anton nodded with a smile, "Yes, but please remember, there is a price, and your emotions will become more and more extreme."

Draco shrugged, "That doesn't seem unacceptable."

"Well~" Anton let out a burst of incomprehensible laughter, "Then congratulations, you will continue to develop in the direction of 'becoming a dementor'."

"???" Draco swallowed, "What... what do you mean?"

"Emotions are extreme to the extreme. Negative information fills the whole soul. Standing there casually, its extreme emotions will also leverage the magic power to involuntarily release magic towards the surroundings. As long as they still exist, this kind of magic that seems to be free of money will have always been with them.”

"How?" Anton raised his eyebrows, "It's powerful enough, almost no wand is needed, just by floating nearby, everyone around will be affected by the magic it unconsciously releases."

"Like that tickle charm I used before, remember?"

"Oh~~" All the little wizards around shouted out, condemning how bad Anton was at that time.

"Anthony was just horrible and I was on the loo!"

"That's right, I had a cold and was coughing. Do you know how uncomfortable it is to laugh while coughing?"

"I'm fine. I fell asleep and had a nightmare. Merlin's ripped underwear and headgear, for the first time in my life, I woke up laughing from a dream!"

"Senior, I was putting on lipstick. When I finished laughing, the lipstick drew a map on my face. Giggle, it was an interesting experience. At that time, my roommate was putting on a mask, Anton, you made Hurley I ate the mask in my stomach..."

"..."

The first-year freshmen were stunned when they heard this, not knowing what happened in the last school year that made everyone so excited.

"The principle of the tickle curse is very simple. We use our happy emotions to mobilize it, as long as it is extreme enough..." Anton waved the metal fork in his hand and shook it lightly, making everyone take a step back in fright, "Hey, it's me The effect of the previous spell."

Anton's fork pointed at Draco, "Can you imagine that if you become extremely extreme, just standing there, everyone around you will laugh involuntarily?"

Draco's eyes widened, "Merlin's beard, in this case, my parents, my friends, whoever it is, will not dare to approach me."

Anton shrugged, "Black magic has such an effect. Fortunately, magic that requires positive emotions will have a relatively small impact on us, unlike black magic that will completely change our personality, otherwise every wizard is a lunatic. .”

All the little wizards exclaimed again.

Outside the crowd, Hermione's frowning eased. She just heard Anton blatantly preaching black magic in the school hall. She raised her eyebrows and almost rushed to refute. She just thought of the books written by Anton. Only then did he decide to bear with it and listen to how this already very powerful wizard perceives magic.

Oh~

So it is!

She excitedly stuffed a pile of books in her arms onto Ron, took out a notepad from it, and quickly wrote down what Anton said.

Ron looked at her with a strange expression, smacked his lips, and turned to look at Harry, "Harry, do you remember Hermione's crazily infatuated expression on Lockhart last year?"

Harry thought about it, and snickered after Ron, at exactly the same moment, and Hermione glared them up.

"Control!" Anton said excitedly, waving the fork as a magic wand, "Remember, as long as we can control our emotions, it doesn't matter whether it's regular magic or black magic, but if we can't control it, Even regular magic must be learned selectively.”

"Don't think that the powerful one is good. Some magics seem to be small in power. If you can walk on the road of complete control, you will find that you can also become a powerful wizard!"

"Learning magic is that easy!"

More and more people gathered around, and even the professors stood not far away to listen, discussing Anton's point of view in a low voice.

"Anton, I seem to have an idea!" Draco looked at him excitedly, "Can you demonstrate it?"

Anton laughed, "Why not?"

He withdrew his wand gently and raised it gracefully.

"Oh~ wait!" Neville yelled in horror. He knew all too well what this wicked fellow was up to. Anton would never mind another school-wide tickle curse. "You...you let go of the powerless one!"

Anton froze for a moment, "Isn't it powerful?"

"Oh~ Neville!" George looked at Neville with a heartbroken look on his face, "What's so interesting about magic without power!"

"That's right." Fredella sat George on the chair, so as not to fall if something happened later, "I'm ready, come quickly."

Anton raised his eyebrows, "Well, for example, the Illuminating Curse, right? The modern magic system includes this spell as the most basic spell, and it is essentially to make wizards firm in their survival instincts."

"Survival instinct?" Hermione was writing notes quickly, and raised her head to look at Anton in bewilderment.

"Yes, when our ancestors were still living in caves, light represented the hope of being alive. It would drive away all the beasts in the dark forest. Light represented the vitality of all things growing."

"As long as you can all have such the most primitive instinctive desire..."

Anton spoke in an aria, waving his wrist lightly.

"Fluorescent flickering!"

Boom~

A dazzling round of huge sun appeared in the auditorium, with a diameter of 5 meters, exuding scalding heat, burning everyone's skin, and the dazzling light turned everyone's vision into darkness.

Anton looked at the sun with a moved face, and with a flick of his wrist, the sun rose high and floated above the auditorium.

At this moment, everyone felt the hot and scorching atmosphere of the Sahara Desert.

The originally cool air blown by the breeze in the hall is now like a knife, scraping everyone's skin, and it feels like even breathing is carrying a scalding heat.

Very good!

Well, it should be, right?

"How, how, Draco, have you inspired your ideas? Hey, Draco, what's wrong with you?"