Chapter 719 Let's Go~

Anton looked at his dear Professor Voldemort suspiciously.

Generally speaking, he can't feel the 'emotions' of those people with perfect spiritual power, not to mention Dumbledore, not even McGonagall.

Their emotions will not be leaked, and naturally they will not be observed.

On the contrary, Professor Snape, because of the terrible trauma in his mind, Anton can sometimes feel something vaguely.

This is obviously a dimension completely different from that of inspiriting magic, and it cannot be blocked by Occlumency.

But at this time, Lao Fu, who had a very high attainment in the soul field, even faintly exuded a 'joyful' emotion towards his surroundings.

Oh~

It can't even be called pleasure.

It's a very complicated, malicious, kind of 'Jie Jie Jie~' smiling happiness that seems to be revenge or something.

What the hell?

Anton met Voldemort's gaze and took a step back subconsciously.

He swallowed his saliva, and thought to himself, maybe Lao Fu has studied snakes until he became abnormal, so he has some unique obsession with his current fluffy appearance, right?

Old V, being corroded by black magic will indeed lead to abnormality!

this……

But it must not be allowed!

he~tui~

Go away, go away, don't look at me like that!

Voldemort looked at Anton with satisfaction. The deep fear was hidden in the other's eyes, and he subconsciously took a step back. Coupled with the original arrogant look of the other party, he suddenly felt proud of his own authority.

So you are afraid of me~

The corners of Lao Fu's mouth curled up slightly, and he looked at this wizard who forced himself to show arrogance in front of him with a chuckle.

very good~

Just use this product to show your stalwart mind that intends to accommodate all investors.

"Heh~" Bella stood up from behind Voldemort, looked at Anton with a sneer, "Beast, my master is asking you something!"

"Yes!" Anton was silent for a while, "It's all my research on the black magic creature Boggart, and I'm also very interested in dementors, but you know, I didn't have the opportunity to study dementors before. It’s still only at the theoretical stage.”

Voldemort nodded with a smile. More importantly, he found that he had identified the wrong person. Just now he suspected that the kobold was turned into by his student Anthony Weasley.

But obviously not, the appearance can change, how can the mind change.

It's just that if he can see through Anton's eyes and look at Anton's "Lake of Soul". You can see that in the rippling lake water, the reflections of a little girl and a little boy are rippling with the water waves, contrasting with the actual 'T-paper wall shield' magic and the magic of summoning giant spiders outside.

In Anton's heart, there are reflections of 'Ron' and 'Hermione'!

This is the wonderful use of the "Lake of the Soul".

And it's just one of the uses I just figured out!

This kind of reflection is very special. It is the reflection of Ron and Hermione in the lake of mind. He drew it and then turned it into a reflection.

Oh, don't get entangled with the word reflection or reflection, it's just a change that Anton uses to distinguish states.

"Say your appeal!" The Dark Lord said slowly.

Anton was overjoyed immediately, he had a door, and quickly and sincerely and honestly stated his purpose of coming today, "I want a dementor for research..."

As he spoke, he held up one finger, hesitated for a moment, and changed to three fingers.

"I want... I want three heads, I think I can research something!"

Student Anton wasn't lying.

Professor Voldemort also seemed extremely generous, nodded, "Yes!"

After finishing speaking, Voldemort turned his head and walked towards the stage, "I hope you can give me a satisfactory answer..."

Standing on the stage, he looked at Anton with a smile, "At that time, I will bestow on you a little-known powerful black magic, a black magic researched by my ancestor Salazar Slytherin!"

Oh huh~

Anton's eyes lit up.

What can be called powerful black magic by Voldemort is definitely powerful.

As for the source of this magic...

Salazar Slytherin...

Anton couldn't help but think of the Slytherin secret room in Hogwarts Castle, guarded by an undead basilisk. Could it be that Voldemort obtained Slytherin's magic notes from there?

This couldn't help but make him have some thoughts - could the knowledge of the other three big bosses be kept somewhere in the school?

The Dark Lord clearly approved of the Beast Wizard.

Since they didn't care about it, everyone returned to the seats at the long table and continued to discuss the overall general policy of the Azkaban forces. After returning to reason, Voldemort seemed to pay more attention to things like rules.

Respect the rules, use the rules, and maximize all benefits. This seems to be a compromise with Dumbledore and the current situation, but it is more of a change in the Dark Lord's own style of acting.

With such a change, some of the people under him are naturally happy and some are sad.

Someone like Bella who only knows how to fight and kill will obviously be at a loss. What is her current position in the new team? This seems to be a confusing topic.

And her husband, Rodolphus Lestrange, and old classmate Lucius Malfoy, seemed very excited. It seemed that the effects they could play were much greater than before.

Although the arrogance of a pure-blood family will be based on the fact that its own blood is more likely to achieve success in magic, it is more derived from its own grasp of the resources of the wizarding society.

How could a pure-blooded family who completely controlled a large number of potion material channels feel that the potion master was unattainable?

These masters are right to beg them.

How could the pure-blood family who completely controlled the broomstick manufacturing factory really think that the Quidditch event is a competition of simple driving skills?

A new-style flying broomstick can become a Quidditch star and create great influence in the wizarding society. It can even be sent to the Ministry of Magic and give up opportunities for latecomers.

This is the true meaning of the so-called "sacred pure blood twenty-eight races".

That's why the Weasleys that everyone hated still belonged to the "Twenty-Eight Holy Pureblood Clans", while the Potter family that gave birth to the "Savior" was just an ordinary pureblood family.

But now, the Dark Lord has brought great development opportunities to their family!

What kind of development opportunities can a country that embraces everyone from top to bottom, with a population of more than 500,000 Muggles, bring to the family?

A super-large magical plant plantation?

A chance to experiment with richer potion decoctions?

A country where wizards walk freely?

...

Oh~

When you think about it, the opportunities are endless.

What's more, this is just the beginning!

The Dark Lord opened a Pandora's box, and all the visitors who were already subordinates, or not yet, became eager to move.

As the Dark Lord clapped his hands, a variety of delicacies appeared on the table, and everyone began to whisper.

After drinking for three rounds, everyone looked for the opportunity to come forward to talk to the Dark Lord, or to express their loyalty, or to talk about some good ideas endlessly.

There was a passion to immediately follow the Dark Lord to carve up the world, and his eyes were shining brightly.

People even start discussing that the title Dark Lord is not really appropriate, it should be called White Lord, oh no, it shouldn't even be called White Lord.

Everyone booed one by one, and finally, whoever said it, "Holy Lord Riddle", got the Dark Lord's smile and nod, and immediately, everyone cheered.

A scene of howling ghosts and howling wolves.

At the scene, perhaps only two people remained indifferent.

One was Snape. Because of Lily's death, his only desire at the moment was to kill Voldemort, and he had no other thoughts.

There is another one, Anton.

He frowned and looked at the people around him, and for some reason he remembered the movie he had seen in his previous life - on the pirate ship with a huge skull flag, the captain's eyes were full of cold and deep eyes, and the pirates waved steel knives and muskets, screaming excitedly yell.

And far away...

It is a quiet and peaceful seaside town.

In the small town, there are mischievous naughty boys chasing and fighting each other, an old woman sitting on a stone pier basking in the sun and leaning on a cane, some middle-aged people who are bent down by life, and some who are crying because of broken love. A girl in red, a housewife coming out of a bakery with a basket in her arms, cursing...

Of course, no one knew what Anton was thinking.

Although he is not wearing a mask now, no one can see what kind of expression he is making on that furry face that looks like a beast.

When the feast was over, Anton followed Bella to the depths of the castle, packed the three-headed dementors into the suitcase under her icy gaze, and left on a broomstick...

He hovered in the sky silently, looked coldly at this island castle full of birds and flowers, and pouted, "I hate pirates!"

He, no matter how indifferent he was, seemed like he couldn't piss in the same pot as Voldemort.

But well.

No matter how annoying it was, it was not the reason for him to fight the dark wizards in this castle full of Muggles whom he had never met.

Not the Heart of Mary.

Didn't Dumbledore, who cared about peace, choose to stand on the sidelines and observe all possibilities?

Anton weighed the suitcase in his hand, smiled slightly, raised the handle of the broomstick slightly, and soared into the sky.

Everything he wanted has been obtained.

go too~