Chapter 753 A Young Man Who Is Not Arrogant!

Quiet, silent.

Almost half of the top combat power in the wizarding world in Europe was contained in this conference room, many of them were even leaders of some forces, and each had a lot of vision.

However, no one can know how Anton was exempted from the death curse.

This is a death curse!

One of the three unforgivable curses!

Are you kidding me?

Everyone's complexions became serious, and they slowly retreated to the corner, looking warily at Anton at the long table.

However, even so, it still did not bring them any sense of security.

Surrounded by so many powerful wizards, everyone had the illusion of being surrounded, as if they were trapped in a dark environment full of dangers, and their lives might be lost at any time.

The only one who can give them such a feeling is Lord Voldemort, the Dark Lord.

Oh, and Albus Dumbledore counts half.

The main reason is that Dumbledore will not suddenly start killing like Voldemort.

But the child in front of him, the child with a very shy and bright smile, is really in the style of the Dark Lord Voldemort.

One is ferocious, the other is crazy, both are temperaments that people cannot grasp.

Many people present participated in the trial of Anton by the Ministry of Magic last year. At that time, Anton talked eloquently about "Muggles, Werewolves, and Pure Blood" written by himself, giving people the impression of a scholar who studied magic.

It's a bit crazy, but it's probably the kind of madness that's crazy about magic.

It is very different from the feeling now.

Now it is a feeling of being extremely self-sufficient, so self-sufficient that you don't need to take care of everything around you and do whatever you want, which brings a crazy feeling to people.

"You can become silent!"

Someone in the crowd screamed, "I see, you just became silent!"

Anton just smiled and raised his eyebrows, "Guess?"

When the man saw Anton looking over, he shrank back in fright and forced himself behind the crowd.

"Quack quack..."

The weird laughter was harsh, but the surrounding crowd was silent.

Anton turned his head to look at Voldemort, "Dear professor, I don't intend to get involved in your struggle. Really, it's none of my business what you want to mess up the world."

"But my people, don't move!"

Anton's face turned cold, "Professor Dumbledore is staring at you, Grindelwald is looking for opportunities everywhere, and the so-called pure-blood families are buzzing around like smelling rotten eggs. The Ministry of Magic is also ready to move, and even those Muggle Squib forces who have power in the Muggle world and have a little bit of wizard blood are also staring at you."

"You definitely don't want to put me on the opposite side at this time, especially if you can't kill me."

Voldemort sneered, "Are you threatening me?"

"Yes!"

Anton showed a brisk smile on his face, and looked at Voldemort word by word, "I'm threatening you!"

"Very good~" Voldemort walked over slowly, looking at Anton's smiling face with cold eyes, "Do you really think I can't kill you?"

"Yes!"

The corners of Anton's mouth curled up, his hands were in the pockets of his wizard robe, with a relaxed expression, he didn't even bother to draw out his wand, "Why don't we try it out and see if you kill me or I kill you?"

"Oh~"

"If you are accidentally killed, your subordinates will have to waste time preparing for the resurrection ceremony. That would be too troublesome."

"I'm afraid that your subordinates are mixed up and have their own ideas. In the end, you still have to be resurrected by yourself."

"Let me think about it..."

Anton raised his head in reverie, and couldn't help laughing out loud, "With the current situation, if you hide in Albania for another ten years, I'm afraid everything will have been settled by then."

"At that time, most of your past subordinates will be the ones who least want you to be resurrected."

Voldemort's expression suddenly became extremely cold. He frowned and looked around. He couldn't help but be amused to see his subordinates quickly put on an extremely serious and loyal expression.

"Worthy of being my student, you really understand people's hearts."

Holding the Elder Wand lightly, he slowly walked up to Anton, licked the corner of his mouth, "Then I'll kill you completely."

Great!

The Lord Dark Lord was as proud as ever.

That's nothing to say, Anton smiled, "Today I will show the professor my latest research results, that is..."

The corners of his mouth slowly curled up, "If I don't want to die, I will never die!"

People don't waste their youth!

He has studied magic for so long, and now he has finally come up with some skills to settle down, why can't he be arrogant?

Just to make Voldemort look embarrassed!

It's too low in front of other people, but it's just right in front of the strongest dark wizard in the world, in front of dear Professor Voldemort.

Well, the whole person is in a good mood.

Quack quack...

Anton is such a person full of vulgar tastes, but usually he can't find someone to show off.

Maybe……

Can you come and sit with Lao Fu more in the future?

Seems like a good idea. ha~

Voldemort's eyes widened immediately, and he stared greedily at Anton's figure, "I will kill you, and then I will have the Elder Wand completely. I will kill you, and then I will completely understand the secret of your immortality. I will kill you, Raise absolute prestige. I will kill you, and then I will laugh."

"Yeah?"

Anton was happy, "The last wish can be granted to you."

"Awada eats a big melon!"

Voldemort waved his wand first, and a greenish-reddish curse light turned into plasma and rushed towards Anton's chest.

The attack of the spell was so fast that it hit Anton before the spell was finished, as if chanting the spell was just a useless sense of ritual.

The plasma light of the curse sank into Anton's chest, and in just an instant, Anton's entire chest turned into scorched black.

To say it was scorched black is not so accurate.

After all, the Killing Curse attacks the soul, and generally does not cause harm to physical objects such as the flesh.

It's just that as Voldemort's Killing Curse hit Anton, all the wizard's robes, skin, muscles, internal organs, bones, etc. on Anton's chest turned into black twisted and swimming lines, which looked extremely strange.

"Oh~"

Anton groaned extremely nervously, as if he was in a sauna.

He raised his eyebrows, "This is not a killing curse! Or it's not just a killing curse!"

It is also a high-end compound spell, but Voldemort's method is completely different from Dumbledore's.

Dumbledore is more inclined to the magical magical reactions produced by the chimera and matching of spells, while Voldemort's compound spells are more full of personal extreme emotions, relying on his own emotions, and forcefully distort countless different magic powers in one place. Together.

There is no distinction between high and low, each has its own ingenuity.

Of course, this is not the most important.

In Anton's "Lake of the Soul", a group of reflections of Voldemort's Horcrux was gradually depicting the true face of Lao Voldemort as Voldemort attacked.

Magic is the power of the soul. On the other hand, if you feel the magic of the other party, you can spy on the other party's mind.

only……

Anton grinned at Lao Fu, "It's still a little bit, not enough, professor, come on!"

This is simply humiliating!

This is pure humiliation!

Voldemort's face froze, and a sharp flash flashed in his eyes. He swung his arm violently, and the plasma spewed out from the tip of his wand changed again.

From green to red, it completely turned into blue-purple.

Next to the plasma-like magic beam of magic light, there are even waves of blue-purple magic power spreading around.

A powerful force permeated the air.

The powerful fluctuation of magic power even made the dark wizards around feel their hairs stand up, as if just looking at the light of this spell, they have the illusion that they are going to be killed.

No, not an illusion.

There was a magic master around who was extremely sensitive to magic power. Looking at the spell, his eyes reflected this strange purple color, and suddenly let out a wailing sound, and slowly fell to the ground. She struggled and convulsively took out the potion from her pocket and drank it, then crawled back to the corner, not daring to look at it again.

On Anton's side, the scorched black on his chest turned into scorched black all over his body. The whole person, including the wizard's robe, turned into a mass of twisted black lines. Red lightning surged in the black lines, barely maintaining a human form.

The black informant said, "Quack quack... not enough, come again!"

"Is this the only level of attack the mighty Dark Lord has?"