Chapter 702 Don't Desire to Hurt, You Learn the Black Magic of Chicken Feathers!

During this communication with Pedro, Anton not only felt the majesty of time magic, but also the wonder of fate magic.

Time and fate are two completely different fields in magic.

In actual experience, there is a wonderful overlap.

But in life, the most interesting thing is to be exposed to these wonderful and treacherous things, which enriches the whole life. Anton likes this, instead of working between renting a house and the company at two o'clock and one line every day, living a life without any taste.

He is grateful for everything Pedro has given him.

I am also grateful for everything I encountered on the road of magic.

And he is so happy that he has already walked on his own magical path, not playing with fate, time, people's hearts, or Voldemort's self who has no other in his eyes, he has also walked on his own path .

Even if he doesn't know how to briefly describe his magical path yet.

He cares about himself, but he also cares about the world. He is in awe of fate, but often fights. He is not afraid of the magic of time and does not like to manipulate people's hearts.

He is more...

whatever you want.

Magic is the power of the mind, and he follows his mind's desires.

Perhaps it is precisely because of this that the eye magic used to observe the world can be advanced to the 'lake of the soul', allowing the entire magical world to be reflected in his heart.

At this moment, it seemed that he and the world had merged into one.

There will no longer be the sense of loneliness of "I am deep in the world, but I can't find my place in the world" in my previous life.

wonderful.

Wonderful.

Feeling the wonderful world reflected in his heart, he couldn't help itching, eager to draw it down and compose it into a beautiful tune.

What would the sound of nature be like? Anton couldn't help but think of the light music of "Bandari" that was played every day in the cafeteria when he was in college.

Will it be like that?

Or can you compose a more beautiful movement by yourself?

Everything has become so interesting.

This time, Anton can be said to have returned with a full load, while the goblin Pedro is rich, and his resources are everything in the timeline of the entire planet.

Not to mention Lafite in 1982, even the fruit wine brewed spontaneously by animals in the ancient times before goblins and humans, there are all kinds of things!

Everything that was destroyed by wars, everything that was burned by fire, everything that was destroyed by nature, shipwrecks, mudslides, etc., etc. that have disappeared in the long river of time, Pedro can get it from them and make them Bookmark it.

According to him, there are not so many time travelers in the history of intelligent creatures for thousands of years.

Currently, only he and Anna are alive.

As long as you don't take it out in large batches to interfere with the current time, you can really use it casually, and it's so cool.

The most amazing thing is that even if he took it, if he didn't use it before he died, time will correct the remaining items that don't belong to this time and space back to the original time.

Later time travelers can still go to those places to get it again!

Pedro recounts the collector's abilities of these wonderful time travelers, making Anton more than envious.

So he unceremoniously raided Pedro's room.

Hey, didn't that stupid teacher, Fiennes, say that he didn't give him any tribute to his first teacher? See, that's what happened.

Anton happily gnawed a pineapple-sized peach, and happily walked out of the hut, took a step, took a bite, and the juice splashed everywhere.

This ancient fruit just looks like a peach, and has a unique fragrance and ancient flavor. It's hard to say, but it's extremely unique.

Pedro pointed out that these fruits can be eaten, but the seeds must not be left behind, let alone let them fall to the ground to take root and germinate, otherwise it will bring about a time correction.

"The time traveler's collection is not for ordinary people to enjoy, and you certainly don't want to encounter time correction caused by an inexplicable fruit core?" Pedro laughed coldly at the time.

This reminder is true, Anton doesn't want another time correction, the power of that thing is too outrageous.

In this way, Anton strolled in the Forbidden Forest while eating peaches all the way, observing this wonderful nature.

Plants in the wizarding world are different from those in the Muggle world.

Even ordinary grass.

Anton can't figure out the principle behind this, which belongs to the knowledge category of magical botanists, and he will explore more of a subdivision of magical botany - herbalism.

No one is omnipotent, even the most knowledgeable person.

Everything in the forest, in the naked eye, in the reflection of the "lake of the soul", presents a different side, and it is wonderful to observe together.

At this moment, Anton suddenly frowned.

Not far away, there was a faint wave of black magic.

Oh huh~

Someone went to the edge of the Forbidden Forest to practice black magic in the middle of the night?

The reason why I knew it was practice was because the black magic this person cast was too weak.

In fact, in ancient times, there was no such thing as black magic. At that time, wizards were evil, and witchcraft was also evil, even witchcraft that miraculously promoted the growth of plants was considered evil.

It is the power of the devil.

In the modern magic system, black magic represents great power, great damage, and strong attack power.

Even in the early modern times, this thing had a serious name-battle magic.

The erosion of the mind caused by black magic is, in the final analysis, a bit like PTSD, post-traumatic stress disorder, described by Muggles. Throw yourself into tense emotions, aggressive, malicious thoughts all the time...

Everyone has to go crazy.

Half-crazy people like Snape, Fiennes, and Anton belonged to those who knew how to control themselves and kept them within a suitable range.

And those who secretly practiced black magic from a distance belonged to the kind who didn't have the desire to attack or even the slightest bit of malice in their hearts.

Don't want to hurt, you learn the black magic of chicken feathers!

Anton rolled his eyes, controlled the floating spell to let himself float gently into the air, stepped on the branches of tall trees, and walked slowly along the branches of the forest towards that side.

Go and have fun.

Quack quack...

He wanted to find out who it was, and learned this without any seriousness.

Ever since he gave a speech in the cafeteria about black magic, about wizards needing to study the abilities that are in line with their own control, and personally demonstrated the power of the simple magic of "fluorescence flashing" within the control ability...

Dumbledore told himself with a smile that the number of students secretly learning black magic has decreased a lot.

Well, the old bee can see whoever steals black magic.

Anton even wondered if Dumbledore actually knew who the wizard who was hiding in the school, who might be Barty Crouch Jr., was?

After all, this veteran has a criminal record.

"Holy Guardian!"

With a roar, some golden sand-like light spewed out from the tip of the wand, which only flew out of the wand tip less than 2 feet before dissipating in mid-air.

Obviously, this is a spellcasting failure.

The man was obviously not discouraged, and he probably knew that he was not smart, chanting the spell over and over again, waving his arms and making the correct spell-casting gestures.

Anton raised his eyebrows. This man is quite smart, and he chose defensive magic.

But……

Defensive black magic...

With this energy and perseverance, is it okay to learn the formal Iron Armor Curse?

Holy protection, although this spell sounds serious, it is actually just a variant of the 'dead body for death' spell.

Anton had read this spell in the restricted section of the school library, and it was a book on the history of magic. The changes in the curse of the Corpse Shield Curse can almost represent the aesthetics of the entire history of the magical world.

The book "The Changes of Black Magic and Wizard Aesthetics" mentions:

At first, the Corpse Shield Curse was the same as the Summoning Spell, it could summon a corpse to block the attack, which looked extraordinarily bluffing.

Later, in order to make Muggles fear rather than disgust, the corpse shield curse evolved into the image of a skeleton with green fireworks.

In modern times, for the sake of aesthetics and style, the image of the silver shield with skull relief has been researched.

Later, it was researched by a black wizard who was as flamboyant as Lockhart, and turned it into gold.

But no matter what it turns into, whether it's a 'dead corpse' or a 'divine guardian', it's essentially a corpse shield spell.

It requires a very malevolent thought - help me bear the attack!

The key point is this "help me", which is different from the Iron Armor Curse, which protects oneself and others from the heart, so it also has an interesting variant, a light green mask with an elf pattern.

A witch mutated it, and the spell also became 'Guardian of the Elf'.

Essentially, it's still the same stuff.

Aesthetics with an evil core, hehe.

Walking closer, Anton looked down, oh shit, Ron.

Ron Weasley, Anton's younger cousin.

Little brother, you're doing well~