Chapter 735 Let Me Teach You, It's Very Simple.

Anton still didn't have an answer to Olaro's question, but he confirmed one thing again.

That is the state that this young girl would fall into a deep sleep when Anna approached. When he stared at Olaro quietly, he became silent again, broke away from the black robe of the dementor and entered the ring, and the corner of his mouth slightly twitched.

He probably had a guess in his heart.

However, as Pedro said, this kind of "the past may exist" because he appears in the "now", it is completely unnecessary to pay too much attention to it. Anton put more energy into the silence and the dementor robe. In the details of the changes between.

He grabbed the falling dementor robe, closed his eyes and stared at the reflection in the lake of mind.

Oh, this reflection ability should be an advanced version of mixed spellcasting of several magics, such as eye magic, magic image drawing and goblin memory combing secret method, etc. It is really easy to use.

Aurora's face in the black robe once again turned into a mass of black twisted lines, like smoke with red lightning looming...

"The silent black lines and red lightning..."

Anton's eyes widened suddenly, staring at the dementor robe in his hand, the corners of his mouth slightly curled up.

"Haha, I finally figured it out!"

"Moran is the combination of soul and body! The biggest difference between it and a wizard is that it lacks a 'soul body'!"

"The black robe of the dementor is equivalent to making up for this part!"

"Perhaps I can guess like this. Silence is the second magic riot of the silent people, but the magic power carried by the extremely strong emotions broke the 'soul body', leading to the breeding of silence. Well, this is a good idea. First, record."

"Then, the most interesting thing is that I originally thought that the black thread of the soul is the black thread that carries information, and it is a mixture of the three elements of me, memory, emotion, and will, and magic power."

"But no, the mixture of soul self and magic power is a black thread. The mixture of body and magic power is also a black thread."

Boom~

Anton's arm turned into a black thread of soul and twisted quickly.

"Haha~"

"Isn't this the body and the black line!"

At this time, Anna had already walked to Anton's side. Seeing Anton holding a black robe with his head bowed and muttering to himself, she knew that he was doing magic research again, so she stood quietly by her side and waited.

She has always been the kind of woman who doesn't talk much, and even because of her past experience, the decades of time that were frozen and completely lost made her extremely quiet.

She always likes to stand beside Anton, and she feels good when she stands silently.

Iceberg Beauty?

hee hee~

Sometimes she also thinks it's funny to describe herself like this, it's too high school, but who said that only teenagers can be high school, but girls can't.

Anyway, she enjoyed the feeling of standing quietly in the corner of the crowd without saying a word.

That feeling seemed to bring her back to the quiet and beautiful time when she was frozen. Her whole heart was silent, but instead she felt a kind of silent joy.

At this moment, Anton turned his head to look at Anna, "Are you interested in seeing a magical thing?"

Anna grinned shyly and nodded.

So Anton grabbed Anna with one hand and the Time Converter with the other, and quickly moved the caliper on it with his fingers.

Shh~

Everything around me is flickering rapidly, receding quickly along the traces of collective memory.

All the way back, stopped for a while, and rolled forward for a while.

...

It was a sunny but not too hot afternoon.

The sun is just right and so is the breeze.

Harry Potter and a group of students of different grades were behind a hill between Black Lake and Hogsmeade Station, and everyone was seriously practicing the spell of 'water and moisture'.

Apparently it was another Dumbledore's Army party.

Little Harry in the third grade obviously began to show good organizational skills, and he divided everyone into three groups.

One group was divided into pairs, casting the 'waterproof spell' on each other, practicing the pronunciation of the spell and the standard gestures for casting the spell.

Another group began to try to cast it on themselves, and put their hands in the water tank to verify the effect of the spell.

And the best group walked to the shallow slope next to the hill. The Black Lake rippled on this shallow slope, forming a shoal less than waist deep. This group of little wizards will cast a good spell and walk into the lake, and they need to practice not getting soaked.

At this moment, a little wizard with a suitcase hurriedly walked out of the wooded path between Hogsmeade station and Hogwarts school, which immediately attracted everyone's attention.

Now is not the time for holidays. Many people are curious that there are students using this trail to take the train.

That man was Neville.

Seeing so many people, he froze for a moment, pursed his lips and grabbed the suitcase in his hand tightly.

Neville could see that some people were looking away from him. He knew that these people were members of Dumbledore's Army, such as two roommates, Dean Thomas and Seamus Finnigan.

He didn't blame these people, as Anton said, these people didn't owe him anything.

Of course, he doesn't owe these people anything.

So he just nodded with a smile and walked towards the edge of the Forbidden Forest in the distance.

"Neville..."

Harry stopped Neville, his voice was a little nervous and shy like a child, "Are you free, maybe you can come to our training, let's go together."

Neville frowned, he was no longer the silly kid he used to be.

With so many excellent and smart friends in the hut for so long, being cheated by Anton so many times, and busy with the Ministry of Magic's Animagus Training Center, he has quietly begun to mature.

Especially during this period of time, I have experienced too many things.

Anton, who lacks virtue, always likes to throw his little pets to others to feed and take care of.

Whether it's the elephant vine, or the fat ball, or those few snails.

Of course, it also includes his group of dark wizards rescued from the North Pole and the battle witches of the two witch tribes.

These people are now Neville's subordinates, and they have to deal with these old worlds who have been on the fringes of the wizarding society for a long time. To manage these people, Neville's growth is like a rocket.

At least, he could clearly feel what Harry was trying to express.

Harry wanted to ease the relationship with himself.

Neville was silent for a while, glanced at the suitcase in his hand, hesitated between work and friendship, and finally let out a deep breath.

He seems to care more about friendship.

He smiled brightly, very heartily, "Okay."

As a result, the estrangement caused by past experiences gradually dissipated. Neville is generous, and Harry is also a generous person. Excellent people are always attracted to each other.

It's just that they seem to have a disagreement on what kind of magic to practice.

"The times have changed, and the inherent angle of casting spells is no longer suitable for us..." Neville urged sincerely.

Harry looked at Neville in disbelief, "But this is the teaching of the professors, you must know that Professor Flitwick is a dueling champion, he knows what is the most suitable way to fight!"

Neville shook his head, "I will suggest to Professor Flitwick that the training method he took over from the Dueling Club edited by Lockhart is outdated."

Harry stared blankly at Neville, eyes wide open, and for a moment seemed to think that the person in front of him was Hermione.

Hermione!

is it you? Hermione!

How did you become like Neville?