Chapter 776 Death Comes

There was a knock on the door, and Anna excitedly went to open the door, frantically looking forward to the Boston lobster she just ordered.

Anton ignored it, still lying on the fence and looking down.

"Traces of Time..."

This is obviously an effective method, but how to add this 'material' to the downstairs environment is very interesting.

Potion science is not limited to standing in front of the experimental table and fiddling with those bottles and jars, as long as one studies the magic principles inside, one will find a wider scope of application.

For example, the "Flying Curse" ritual magic invented by Voldemort when he was a student, put the potion representing the "self" into the golden snitch's sphere, released it into nature, and then chased it on a broomstick.

This method is actually an extension of 'stirring potions'.

When Anton was an apprentice to the old wizard Fiennes at the beginning of the time travel, he already knew clearly that the emotions and thoughts in his heart during the mixing would also affect the formation of the potion, so he even had a heart-rending meal. Curse, really don't remember too clearly.

And if 'emotions and thoughts' can affect, 'environment' will naturally also affect.

Following this line of thought, Anton instantly thought of an interesting way to influence the 'environment' in turn to achieve the step of 'administering medicine'.

--curse.

Cursing is a huge subject, it can be Charms, Potions, Mystery, Ritual Magic...

Magic is sometimes like this, it is actually very difficult for people to clearly sort out magic into a clear system.

Especially black magic, most of the wizards who study black magic are crazy, or perverted, expect them to sort out a knowledge and academic system for the latecomers?

Anton chose to use his best 'ritual magic'.

"Traces of Time..."

"time?"

Anton raised his eyebrows, "Time is reversed...the curse of eternal reincarnation...it seems that there is such a magic...I remember reading it in the restricted section of the school library..."

At this time, the 'Lake of the Soul' that incorporates the goblin's memory sorting secret method began to play a role.

The memory floating in the sky above the lake of the mind is tumbling quickly, pulling out useful information one after another, and placing it in the 'thinking'.

The manuscript of a witch in the Middle Ages - "Ruby Eyeball".

The manuscript records such a thing: one day the witch's husband suddenly told the witch that he no longer had the kind of surging and exciting heart that pursued her back then.

In order to help her husband, the witch cast a spell and cursed her husband, so that every year when the sweet-scented osmanthus blooms, he will return to the emotion he had when he first met.

If life is only as it was first seen, why is the autumn wind sadly drawing a fan.

What a beautiful emotion, what a beautiful magic~

Therefore, every year, the witch's husband will gradually change from a youthful and shy guy to an impulsive guy who is blindly and ignorantly in love, and then to an aggressive man who is determined to give his lover a bright future.

This kind of cycle does not only affect the husband's emotions, but also changes everything from eating habits to behavior.

This cycle continued for decades, until the husband with gray hair lay on the bed and could no longer move and let out his last breath.

...

The environment of ancient wizards made them more inclined to use a magic as their own trump card instead of showing it and spreading it, so most of the ancient magics were almost without names.

Anton didn't want to cast this magic, but borrowed the magic principle from it, and integrated the potion of "development potion" into it to achieve a "trace of time" effect.

As for whether it can be done?

Just try it and you'll know.

What a simple thing.

With a flick of the wand in his hand, the crucible on the experimental table floated up and tilted towards the wellhead in the fence. The developing potion inside turned into thick smoke under the action of magic.

The snuff box also floated up, 138 candles quickly flew in the smoke, followed by one and the same spell-casting material.

Boom~

The flame of the candle is lit, signifying that the ritual magic is at work.

The flame was extremely weak, like a glimmer of light that was about to go out at any time in the mist, flickering dots.

The flame was extremely intense, so thick that the surrounding mist was roasted and turned into thin air that was difficult to observe, and it drifted downstairs.

"Anton, it's time to eat."

"Wow~"

Anna stared brightly at the clouds and mist sparkling with stars above the 'wellhead', "It's so dreamy, what kind of magic is this?"

Anton smiled slightly, put away his wand, and clapped his hands, "I call it 'Traces of Time', but the specific effect will not show until the right opportunity, let it brew for a while."

Baked Boston lobster with cheese, New England clam chowder, served with a stack of French fries and pancakes.

Not to mention the way the food is cooked, the deliciousness of the ingredients alone is enough to make Anton and Anna hooked.

Thanks to Aunt Ilsa for still maintaining the operation of the werewolf home and information consulting company, the money she earns is enough for the family to eat any food they want and buy all kinds of luxury goods they want.

While the two were enjoying the delicious food, Anna pointed out the window with the lobster's tongs and made a suspicious cry.

"Huh?"

"Anton, look, Spider-Man!"

Several Spider-Mans, to be exact.

Well, if it only refers to the appearance of swinging outside the tall building leaning on the rope.

A few people in black camouflage uniforms were tied with ropes, and slowly descended from the top of the building, their faces full of fierceness, their hands full of hot weapons, silently counting the floors.

"downstairs!"

Anna opened and closed her mouth silently, talking to Anton, and hurried to the big well in the middle of the room to look down.

Wow~

There was a loud bang, accompanied by just the right noise from the street, it didn't seem obtrusive in this quiet evening.

As the tempered glass tore open a huge gap, those people jumped in with extremely skillful hands and guns in both hands. They were extremely well-trained and pointed to a corner, ready to pull the trigger at any time.

"Shet!"

"Scare me!"

One of them let out a cry and looked in horror at the people, or rather, the motionless statues, that filled the room.

But whether it is a person or a statue, you will know after a few shots!

The leader of this group of people reacted very quickly, raising his hand to make a tactical gesture very quickly, and every mercenary pulled the trigger in his hand instantly.

bang bang bang~~

Firearms with silencers made a dull scrambled bean sound.

Bullets flew towards all the Aurors in the room.

The eyes of Eva Miles, the director of magic security, were desperate. She clearly knew that the Body Binding Curse just had the effect of turning everyone into 'petrification', not really turning them into stones.

What's more, she was too aware of the power of the guns that wizards looked down upon. On the premise that they couldn't use magic to defend and counterattack, even if they turned into stones, they were just targets without resistance.

Boom~

The bullet tore through the air at an extremely fast speed, and hit her so fast that it was too fast for people to react.

No, under the perception of the fast beating heart and the crazily surging magic power in her body, she could even clearly feel that everything seemed to be slowing down.

She could clearly see the bullet spinning rapidly in the air and flying towards her forehead.

This was simply the most terrifying thing, she could only feel helplessly and clearly the death she was about to face.

It's better to just die, this process is simply torture.