Chapter 744 Time Magic Reversal (5): Going to Become a Potion Master

"The Dark Lord has been defeated!"

Someone shouted, raised his hands high, knelt on the ground like crazy, looked up at the sky, and his eyes were full of tears.

No one knew whether he was happy or sad.

But no one will care.

Because the streets are full of such people!

Regardless of love or hate, the Dark Lord's 20 years of raging finally dissipated like smoke.

At this time, the Death Eaters were on trial at the Ministry of Magic.

No longer will someone shout 'Dark Lord' and a Death Eater Apparate to him, cast a Killing Curse on himself, or torture anyone who dares to call the title of Dark Lord, Let alone the name Voldemort.

Of course, Knockturn Alley, where dark wizards are everywhere, is more complicated than other places. Sometimes it's really hard to tell if the weeping people are mourning the hurts of the past few decades, or despairing of the destruction of fantasy brought about by the defeat of the Dark Lord.

"Hey, Alex!" Nodding and smiling.

"Hey, Mr. Fiennes!" Nodding and smiling.

"Hi, teacher!" Fiennes glanced sharply at the potion ingredients in the basket in student Anthony Weasley's hand, and nodded. Very good, there was nothing wrong this time.

But he won't praise the kid.

It's useless, doing this will only make these idiot students get carried away, after all, he has seen too much.

After all, magic is extremely dangerous. If he is a little negligent, he will even finish playing it himself. He has been implicated enough by these idiots.

Continue to walk towards Knockturn Alley, and a brightly lit alley entrance appears in front of you.

Going out from this alley is Diagon Alley.

Standing at the entrance of the alley, Fiennes let himself be submerged in the darkness of Knockturn Alley, and stared blankly at the sunlight that separated him.

How long has he been in Diagon Alley?

five years?

ten years?

Oh, everything is too long ago, so long ago that he can't remember his original intention.

original intention?

He looked up slowly, and on the wall opposite Diagon Alley, Aurors were posting the Ministry of Magic's sentences for some Death Eaters.

he looks like……

Really wait until Voldemort is dead!

very nice!

so good!

He was about to cry!

Feeling the moisture from the corners of his eyes, Fiennes slowly stretched out his hand to wipe it, and suddenly saw the back of his wrinkled and old hands in a daze.

All this was too long ago, so long that he even forgot that he was a time traveler.

right!

He is a time traveler!

It's a pity that the identity of a time traveler can't bring him anything, he is still that ordinary social animal, a mediocre ordinary person.

At the beginning of his time travel, Dumbledore and Grindelwald were fighting to death, and the whole world was in chaos.

At that time, he was an apprentice of an old goblin who was only a few hundred years old. The old goblin seemed to hate human wizards very much, and it was very difficult to learn the spell from it.

Every time I have to complete some difficult tasks, I can get a little bit of knowledge from the old goblin.

Although it is difficult, it is better than running to Dumbledore, who has the instigator, and begging him to let him enter Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and then become Voldemort's classmate.

Hold on!

survive!

This is his plan for his life.

Although he does not have the ambition of a traverser, he is extremely sensible.

Fiennes reached out his hand to take out the deep pocket of the wizard robe, gently grabbed a broken Snitch, and pursed his lips.

He looked up at the bright sunny sky above Diagon Alley, and then looked down at the Snitch with a complicated expression.

"You brought me here, I seem to have let you down."

Live up to the pride of being a time traveler.

He lingered on, surviving Grindelwald's ravages, surviving Voldemort's ravages, surviving everything, and surviving life.

Fiennes grabbed the broken Snitch in his hand in a somewhat silent manner, gasped deeply, and finally turned into a sigh.

life...

No disease, no disaster, plain, long-term and far-reaching, that is the truth.

Ah shit!

He is really not reconciled!

He also longs for a bright and exciting life, and he also longs for a life of flying freely instead of living in the dark Knockturn Alley.

But fortunately, at least he didn't do nothing all his life.

He has figured out the truth of the curse, that is, "wizards are gods, and the mind is better than things"!

Such theoretical support made his Cruciatus Curse and Iron Armor Curse so strong that he was not afraid of other people's attacks!

He has reached the heights of a master of spells!

Not only that, but he's become a potions master!

The potion of "Wizard's Eyes" was researched, the "magic image" was observed, and the principle of the Horcrux was even integrated, which was further deduced to the extremely high level of "Crack Curse".

Even faintly touched the essence of life.

He believes that if he doesn't sing, he will be a blockbuster!

only……

He seems to have gotten used to living such a solitary life...

"Anton, Anton, you fucking failed! You failed before crossing, and after crossing, you're just an ordinary person through and through!"

Fiennes sighed in his heart, raised his old arms, and lightly adjusted the huge hood of the wizard robe, covering his entire face in the shadow of the hood.

He walked out of Knockturn Alley slowly, came to a dessert place in Diagon Alley, and bought a stick of vanilla ice cream.

Then, he sat on the bench in the corner of the alley in some silence, licked the ice cream, and looked enviously at the little wizards who were cheering and celebrating with the adults.

Watch them chase and fight.

Watching them is full of future and hope.

A chubby little boy chased and fell to the ground, watching his little cake fall from the box on the dirty ground, he couldn't help crying.

"Quack quack..."

Fiennes was overjoyed and giggled happily.

Smiling and laughing, his face was pulled down again, and he looked at the little boy silently, his gaze was cold and indifferent.

If only he were this little boy.

Young, healthy and full of vitality.

And it seemed that the magic he studied could really allow him to be reborn in the body of this little boy.

The principle of magic is very simple. Put your own horcrux into a little boy's body, no, not just a horcrux, it's all about yourself, completely stuffed into a child's body, so that you can be completely reborn.

This requires him to continue to study the 'Crack Curse', he has already found the direction, that is the werewolf!

Soon, soon!

As for the little boy?

ha?

He is a dark wizard!

He is a black wizard!

Fiennes lowered his head in a daze, looking at his shoes, letting his hair hang down completely covering the whole world, he gritted his teeth hard.

Yes, he has become a dark wizard.

He is no longer the Anton who is full of warmth in his heart, he has become extremely cruel, has become ignorant of life, and has become...

I don't know myself anymore.

I hate myself.

he……

I no longer remember how many apprentices I killed, just to be able to start a new life and live well.

Isn't this the way the world is? There are only so many resources, if you have a little bit, others will lose a little bit, it's all the same, he just does it more uniquely and truly.

Tore off the surface of those tender feelings, how can it be that people cannibalize people.

Can……

Such a self, how can I hate myself so much!

He took a hard bite of the ice cream, and the coldness spread from his throat all the way to his stomach along the esophagus, and there was a faint tingling pain that pierced his soul.

He knew that because of his research on potions, he had destroyed his body too much, and he didn't have much life left.

I am so unwilling!

I am so unwilling!

A life of mediocrity, my life, I time travel, what am I for?

It's a joke!

Anton, you are a fucking joke!