Chapter 598: The Beginning of the Ancient Witch Tribe

Everyone has a steelyard in their hearts. Some people are obsessed with right and wrong, justice and evil, and some people only care about closeness.

Obviously, Anton is the latter.

Those who care, even if they know they will die, can still step forward bravely and never turn back.

Those who don’t care that much, heh, those who don’t care that much, needless to say.

For Anton, with the people present, unless someone hurt Anna, it would be difficult to arouse his desire to kill.

This matter has obviously involved the Ministry of Magic, and even deeper institutions. These institutions seem to have been merged when the Ministry of Magic was formed, but in fact the Ministry of Magic itself does not have much influence, such as the Wizengamot Management Agency, such as the Department of Mysteries.

Since no one he cared about was affected, he didn't have the interest to kill these silent people, and then try to find a way to destroy the corpses.

The matter involved the Dursleys, and it would be most appropriate to leave it to Dumbledore to deal with the Department of Mysteries.

It is such an attitude.

So as they Apparated here from the shuttle, the Illumination and Tickle spells were lifted.

These two curses have been deduced to the soul level by Anton. If they really exert their power, they are not just temporary injuries such as blindness and incontinence.

It is enough to prevent the effect of interfering with apparation. If these people are really blinded or incontinent, then the hatred will really be forged.

Anton looked up at the two young witches from the two witch tribes floating in the sky with great interest, and raised his eyebrows, "This is not a floating spell!"

Several silent people not far away looked at each other, and Mrs. Ender gritted her teeth and stepped forward, "Yes, Mr. Weasley."

"Just call me Anton."

Anton said casually, one eye turned into a multicolored vortex, and the other turned into azure blue, with faint mist and electric light surging.

"What a magical metamorphosis!"

A wizard is a god, and magic moves with his heart.

Every intelligent creature observes the world from a different angle and thinks in a different direction. Under the influence of magic power, the magic cast will be very different.

An ordinary 'Iron Armor Curse', in the eyes of Grindelwald, is a fire shield (gas stove).

An ordinary 'Fire Curse', in the eyes of Dumbledore, is that Vulcan clears the way.

Of course, the vision of intelligent beings is one aspect, and education is another aspect. In the subject of Transfiguration, Professor Dumbledore has brought a lot of influence to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. direction.

And Mrs. Ander's transfiguration in front of her is almost completely useless.

Her transformation technique is filled with countless horizontal and vertical slender rays of light.

crisscross.

It's like strips of extremely thin fibers intertwined to form a shape.

To use an inappropriate description, Dumbledore's Transfiguration is more of natural beauty, while Mrs. Ender's Transfiguration is more of man-made, or industrial beauty.

Anton gently raised his wand, pressed it against the air in front of the two battle witches, and waved it slowly as if touching something.

Boom~

There was a dull air blast.

It was as if the whole world had collapsed, and countless air squeezed towards the two witches, strangling them so that their whole bodies were stretched straight and their clothes were tight.

Seeing that the faces of the two witches turned red, Anton smiled a little embarrassedly, and waved his wand to put them down.

"I originally planned to push them forward in the same way as you did."

Anton felt a little helpless, "It seems that I failed."

Mrs. Ender really couldn't understand the brain circuit of this Mr. Weasley. According to the current situation, it shouldn't be intended to kill them, and then they ran wildly for their lives. Or release the strongest magic to each other and fight each other?

Why does Mao look like he is studying magic?

What on earth are you here for?

As if feeling her doubts, Anton turned his head, stopped observing the two witches, and looked at Mrs. Ander with a smile, "I want to take them away, do you have any objection?"

The tone was as flat as if he was borrowing a lighter—old iron, pass on the fire.

"!!!"

Mrs. Ender's expression changed, and the hand that was holding the wand firmly stuck her nails into the flesh, but she couldn't muster up the courage to release the spell.

"You can't do this..."

She said weakly, "Penny is our experimental subject, and we have paid a huge price on her..."

"Oh..." Anton nodded with some regret, and took out his wand, "It seems that we can't talk."

"No, no, no!" Mrs. Ander took a step back in panic, her lips trembling, and she looked at Anton helplessly, "We were going to let them go too."

"?" Anton froze for a moment, "What I seem to see is that you are catching them."

Mrs. Ender looked back at her companions, seeing that no one dared to stand up to face this terrifying wizard, she couldn't help but feel a little frustrated, "Yes, Mr. Weasley, we have been deliberately creating opportunities for them to escape, just In order for these two battle witches to send the experimental subjects to the witch tribe."

"We exchanged hearts between a battle witch and the experimental subject. If there is no complete sacrificial ceremony of the witch tribe, the experimental subject will die."

"At that time, we can exchange the nine combat witches we captured with the witch tribe for the experimental subjects."

"But we didn't expect that no matter how desperate they were, they would not return to Birmingham."

Anton raised his eyebrows, and looked back at Megan and the young witch.

Megan sneered, "We no longer have any relationship with the witch tribe, I didn't expect you to have such an idea!"

Facts have proved that weak wizards are almost like ants in front of strong ones.

Mrs. Ander directly ignored Megan, and just looked at Anton seriously, "If you want to take them away, we don't mind, at worst, we will send the battle witch who changed the heart of the experimental subject back to the witch tribe, although it can't be done. contrast, but the effect is the same."

"I changed my heart..."

Anton couldn't help but think of the experiment during this period, and walked up to the Dursleys curiously, looking at Petunia trembling in Vernon's arms.

Under the vision of the magic eyes, Petunia's soul took on a very strange appearance.

Half of the human-shaped color blocks, half of which are severely torn, are covered with dense dark green cracks, vaguely forming an incomplete bear pattern.

"Big Pyrenees?"

"Yes." Mrs. Ade followed behind, looking at Anton cautiously, "This is the Witch Tribe who was originally an expert in transforming beasts in the Colosseum enshrined by the king. Bloodline' school. After the kingdom fell, this school was affected by the war, leaving only the last witch with a test subject, a bear head, wandering to the north of England to establish a tribe."

"This witch used an evil ritual to swallow the bear's essence, and fully possessed the bear's ability."

"This ritual made her dreadfully cursed."

"In the sunlight, she can't help but turn into a big pyrene bear."

"This ancient witch lived alone, only in the middle of the night, fell in love with a Muggle prince, and eventually gave birth to a daughter."

"When she gave birth to her daughter, the Muggle prince turned into a great pyrene bear in a strange way."

Seeing that Anton was listening to her story with great interest, Mrs. Ander swung her arms behind her back to let her companion leave first, and continued to talk incessantly.

"Her daughter is getting better and will only turn into a great pyrenes every year on her birthday."

"Oh my God!" Megan exclaimed, and looked at the young witch next to her, and said in unison, "Birthday Sleepy Day!"

Seeing Anton looking over, Megan glanced at Mrs. Ander in disbelief, and then looked at Anton, "Our witch tribe has regulations that pure girls need to be locked up in the cellar to sleep every birthday. Understand why this is so!"

Mrs. Ander ignored the ant's yelling, and continued to tell Anton, "That era was different from ours. It was normal for a powerful female slave owner to have many male slaves. There were 17 daughters of witches at the beginning of the witch tribe. A great white bear, and 17 daughters, this is also the beginning of the complete formation of the witch tribe."

"According to the early data of our Silent Man, it should be that the magical animal bloodline suppressed the witch's bloodline, and passed the unbalanced animal bloodline to the spouse through the sacrificial magic that gave birth to life, so as to completely stabilize the witch's bloodline."

Anton rubbed his chin, thoughtfully, "Is it similar to the contract magic of sharing joys and sorrows?"

Mrs. Ender's expression flickered, and she pursed her lips, "I don't have the authority to disclose more in-depth information. You know, the contract magic of the Ministry of Magic will automatically prohibit us from talking about these contents."

Anton nodded, "Okay, thank you for your information. It's still the same question, I want to take them away, do you agree?"

Mrs. Ander didn't speak, but just performed an ancient wizard etiquette, which represented 'follow the will of the strong', slowly backed up a few steps, turned around and beckoned the other silent people to leave.

"do not go!"

Megan yelled anxiously, seeing that no one was paying attention to her, she couldn't help but look at Anton in a panic, "I beg you to save my sister!"

She saw that Anton was just standing there thinking about something, ignoring her request at all, her face was tangled for a while, she gritted her teeth, and knelt down.

"Please save my sister!"

"As long as they are rescued, I... I will follow them to the death!"

Anton froze for a moment, then looked down at her, "What?"

"I know..." Megan gritted her teeth, "You traditional wizards are still living in the Middle Ages, right, as long as you rescue my sister, I...I...I can be your slave girl!"

Tears welled in her eyes, "It's all my fault. For the sake of so-called freedom, I brought them out of the tribe, but left them hungry and clothed, and they were arrested for experiments..."

The young witch next to Megan also knelt down, looked at Anton's handsome face, and swallowed, "Me too!"

a few things,

1. Due to the reason of the conference this month, this chapter said that the post in the book friend circle was blocked, and it should be released later

2. For the same reason, the title event rewards cannot be issued, and will be issued after recovery

3. The fan title has been confirmed as "Grey Wizard"