Chapter 608: The Teenager Who Aspires to Be Spider-Man

When Frank Longbottom was healed of Cruciatus in the same way, the Longbottoms went into a frenzy.

The therapist in the ward came over with a serious face, trying to stop the family from yelling in the hospital, but found out that the two patients had recovered, and was so surprised that the whole person was dumbfounded.

Finally she cast her eyes on Anton, "Mr. Weasley, did you treat it?"

Anton froze for a moment, "Why did you say it was me?"

"Who else but you!" She looked admiring, "Everyone knows Mr. Weasley's great strength in potions and spells. You not only cured werewolves, but also cured a wizard who couldn't awaken his magic power naturally. In such a situation, he even invented a way to resist the Killing Curse, this time the Cruciatus Curse treatment..."

Anton was a little stunned when he heard her gossiping about so much, it turned out that his reputation had spread a long time ago, and he really didn't feel like hiding in school every day.

"These are my achievements, yes, but the treatment plan for the Cruciatus Curse was not researched by me, it was Neville Longbottom!"

Anton pointed to Neville who was smiling like a fool, "He is also an excellent wizard."

The therapist exclaimed, "Neville Longbottom?"

"Yes!"

Anton looked enviously at the family beside Neville, grandma, parents, uncle and aunt, the whole family gathered together and loved each other so much.

This made him, who was an orphan for two lifetimes, really envious.

In his childhood in his previous life, whenever he was hungry, whenever he was bullied, whenever he went out to pick up junk, whenever he saw children pestering their parents to buy toys on the street...

He always longed, dreamed, and fantasized that there would be a car parked at the gate of the orphanage. A middle-aged couple walked to the director's office and told himself that they were his parents, and they came to...

Pick yourself up and go home!

Unfortunately not.

...

He quietly walked out of St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries alone. The wizard's robe on his body changed into loose jeans and a large sweater.

He took a deep breath and watched a cloud of water vapor spray out from his mouth, slowly spread in the snowflakes, and disappear without a trace.

Anton gently pulled up the big hood of the hoodie, covered his head, put his hands in the pockets of the hoodie, and walked in silence on the Muggle streets.

The streets are very lively as Christmas approaches.

Even when it's snowing, the streets of London are filled with festive cheer.

"Ding ding dong~"

"Ding ding dong~"

"Ding Ding Ding Ding Dong~"

"..."

Finding some Muggle currency from the snuff box, Anton bought a cup of coffee, sat down on a bench beside the street, and stared blankly at the bakery across the street.

He is not a person who likes to immerse himself in the past, but occasionally he will suddenly feel a little sad.

Ever since the orphanage could remember, he had already gotten used to being alone.

Know how to get along with loneliness, enjoy loneliness, and taste loneliness.

The journey of life will not stop because of loneliness. He walked alone, and finally met some family members, some friends, and some elders who cared about him.

"It's fine now."

Anton smiled and shrugged.

There is no way to force things about his father's generation, so he naturally has expectations for his younger generation.

He hopes that when he gets old, there will be many little dolls shouting "Grandpa, Grandpa" and playing around his wheelchair.

Of course, he is still young now, only 14 years old, oh, it should be almost 15 years old.

He is in no rush.

As for Anna who showed interest in him, he just shook his head and smiled.

In his previous life, he was handsome and tall. In the orphanage, some girls rushed to play the role of his wife when they were playing house, and they swore that they would be my brother's wife when they grow up.

But most of those people are still young and ignorant. When they grow up, everyone will treat these things as jokes.

The wizarding world is no different from the Muggle Western world in terms of emotions, puppy love, freedom, and openness.

Like Snape, who loves someone for a lifetime. Those who love to death belong to rare animals, and more are the kind of Weasley's little sister, Ginny, who will change boyfriends after a while.

Even an innocent boy like Harry Potter always likes other people's girlfriends.

Dumbledore and Grindelwald's weird relationship.

George and Fred liked the same girl, first Fred dated this girl, after his death George married this girl and named their child Fred.

The Western view of love...

Anton didn't ask for a "one-to-one" emotion. In his previous life, he hung out with the evil senior sister for a while, but he couldn't accept the atmosphere of being too free, and couldn't like it.

Anyway, I'm still young, so there's no rush.

After drinking the coffee in one gulp, throwing the cup into the trash can, Anton lazily strolled through the Muggle streets.

Just like this, I went shopping and bought some interesting things, such as a red peaked hat of Santa Claus and a thick white long beard that can be hung on the ears.

Wearing this thing, many children pointed at themselves and called 'Santa Claus' along the way. Anton mischievously imitated the old man's voice and said 'Hello, kid', which always made the children scream.

A little girl with a few missing teeth came over and asked herself a little shyly if she would give her a gift.

Very interesting.

It's just that it's not all peaceful here.

Walking around the corner of a bar, I came to a relatively dark street. From the alley not far away, there were sounds of punching and kicking, wailing and wild laughter.

"Spider-Man! Hahaha, everyone, look, there are a lot of Spider-Man in his schoolbag."

A sharper voice laughed, carrying a schoolbag and talking to the person beside him, took out a Spiderman toy from the schoolbag and threw it aside, and pulled out a Spiderman comic.

"Yo, Peter, do you think you're going to be Spider-Man like everyone else in the comics?"

"Haha, I'm really stupid in reading and reading. Do you think the same name is enough?"

"Shhhhh~"

One of the bullies had sarcasm written all over his face, gesticulating with his fingers, as if shooting spider silk, "Oh, this is too stupid, hahahaha!"

Finally, the person flipping through the schoolbag took out a few banknotes from the deepest compartment, "Hey, I found it."

Following a few cheers, someone kicked the skinny boy on the ground, and followed everyone towards the McDonald's not far away.

"Woo woo woo..."

The boy was lying on the ground crying, one eye was swollen high, and tears flowed, his skinned and bleeding hand supported the ground, and he fell to the ground because of the severe pain.

He looked at the "Spider-Man" cartoons that had been trampled on the ground with a vague left eye, and let out a shrill and painful whimper.

"!!!"

Anton stood not far away, staring at the figure in the dark alley in surprise.

He felt the power of the magic surge.

Unfortunately, it looks so small that it is almost negligible.

The change brought about by that power is not even as good as the wind and snow, just gently flicking a page of a comic book.

"Magic riot?"

"Failed?"

Anton didn't know if this boy was a 'Muggle Squib' or a 'Wizard Squib', but obviously, such a slight magical riot was not enough to awaken magical power.

"It's an interesting change."

He raised his eyebrows, and walked over slowly, the clothes on his body changed, turning into a red wizard robe.

Putting on a Santa Claus hat and a big beard, he walked up to the boy in a similar manner.

Peter raised his head in astonishment, staring blankly at this somewhat nondescript 'Santa Claus', wondering what this man was going to do?

"Do you want to really live? Do you want to understand the meaning of life?"

This Santa Claus made a strange voice, with an electronic sound full of 'cyberpunk', which scared Peter's hairs.

"You... who are you?"

Santa Claus chuckled and did not answer, but asked again, "Do you really want to live? Do you want to understand the meaning of life?"

Peter swallowed, and nodded in a strange way.

"Very well, you will get a Christmas present."

As he said that, Santa flipped his hand, and suddenly a box big enough to hold a motorcycle helmet appeared in his palm, with a red cable tie tied on it, and it was gently placed in front of Peter.

"Merry Christmas, Spider-Man."

Peter swallowed, and was about to ask something when his eyes blurred, and that Santa Claus had already disappeared.