Chapter 890 Juice Wine

This will be a sharp change, and Anton can almost be said to be teaching these little friends without reservation.

I don't know how long it took, the tired Harry finally came back, and the friends told him the content of Anton's class one by one.

As a result, everyone scattered everywhere in the valley, each savoring their own spiritual power.

Even George and Fred, who were inseparable, were separated at Anton's request, each looking for a place. Anton needs them to have a time alone, no longer feel the spiritual support brought by each other, and taste their own heart alone.

After all, no matter how similar two people are, they also have different hearts.

"Loyal Guardian!"

"Loyal Guardian!"

"Loyal Guardian!"

The valley was full of voices chanting spells and spells, and Anton had to come to Harry to correct his spellcasting techniques and pronunciation, and give him extra lessons.

Longing for the power to be protected, this magic is not difficult for Harry.

He can always get such warmth from his father James and mother Lily, as long as he thinks of them, his heart is always filled with beauty.

It's just that at this time, he didn't know why he felt particularly uncomfortable.

Perhaps it was the reason for the 'clear cognition potion' that he had just prepared in Professor Snape's office. He was asked to drink the one he had prepared and tell Professor Snape how he felt after taking the medicine.

To be honest, Harry didn't feel anything at all, he just felt a nausea, as if there was something foreign in his throat, which at one point made him twitch from his stomach to his cheeks, making him want to throw up.

Fortunately, at this moment, Professor Snape didn't continue to embarrass him, but just stared at him for a long time with an inexplicable expression, reminded him to go back and eat a few pieces of chocolate, and then let him go.

Chocolate works well.

Harry felt better.

Until he came to the col to practice the magic taught by Anton, Harry's uncomfortable feeling became more and more clear.

He dimly watched the picture of his father holding his mother's shoulders and smiling at him, and vaguely heard some voice-overs.

I heard my father's roar, "Lily, run!", I heard my mother's scream, I heard Voldemort's cold, evil laughter—hehehehe...

Those several sounds were like needle pricks, wave after wave, yin and yang ups and downs, ups and downs, stimulating Harry's spirit, and made him feel the burning pain of the lightning scar on his forehead again, making him sick to his stomach.

But this kind of pain is not so severe, it is faint and hazy like drunk, with slight dizziness, but it does not affect the action.

Harry didn't want to show a timid look in front of his friends, so he clenched the wand in his hand tenaciously and practiced the Guardian Knight Charm over and over again.

Hey hey hey...

Lily, run...

ah……

Hey hey hey...

Those terrible screams, roars, and laughter invaded him layer by layer.

"Seriously!" Anton said softly beside him, but his voice seemed to hit Harry's heart like a huge hammer, allowing him to escape from that terrible feeling for a short time and relax a bit.

"Loyal Guardian!"

Harry waved his wand again, but again without success.

He didn't notice that Anton behind him was looking at him thoughtfully, one eye turned into azure blue pupil, faintly flickering with lightning, and the other eye turned into a colorful vortex, and deep in the vortex, as if There is a mouthful of water in the lake, reflecting his swaying figure.

"Voldemort..."

Anton muttered the name and raised his eyebrows. At this moment, Harry's soul was exuding an all-too-familiar smell—Voldemort!

This is an extremely abnormal phenomenon. The Horcrux in Harry's body is not complete, what's more, it is something close to a soul fragment.

But it was also the soul fragments, and because they were attached in infancy, they were so fused together that they almost merged with Harry's soul, and even Anton couldn't tell the difference.

Of course, if you want to peel it off, Anton can still do it. Unlike the observation method, he doesn't need to perceive Voldemort's soul in Harry's body too clearly.

Can……

How can it be so active?

If it weren't for the effect of the "clear cognitive potion" invented by Professor Snape to simulate his "ray of sunshine spell", Anton could even hear Voldemort's laughter directly from Harry's "emotions" at this time up.

All this is not rootless.

Anton quietly pointed his wand at the back of Harry's head, and the mid-air in front of him suddenly became distorted, turning into a smile like a magnifying glass, making his eyes look huge. This is the magic of 'goblin eyes'. Can spy on memory.

As Anton gently twisted the wand in his hand, passing through the colorful fog, a picture emerged.

It was a weekend.

At 12 Grimmauld Place, Sirius gently grabbed some coarse salt and sprinkled it on the steak, garnished some mint and cherry tomatoes, and elegantly brought the plate to the table.

"Harry, I hope you don't mind my cooking, I'm not very good at it."

Harry shook his head excitedly, with tears in his eyes, just at that moment, the figure of Sirius cooking for him under the dim orange light suddenly made him really feel at home.

A feeling that truly belongs to his home.

It's really nice to have an elder who cares for you. If mom and dad didn't die, maybe...

Harry pursed his lips, smiled at Sirius, and wiped the corners of his eyes with his sleeve, "No, I like it very much, this looks very delicious!"

To be honest, it is not particularly delicious. One side of the steak is a little burnt black, but after cutting it, you can see that some parts are actually undercooked. It is a bit disgusting to eat with the sauce.

But it was definitely the best steak Harry had ever had, bar none!

"Eat slowly." Sirius rubbed Harry's head and said with a smile, "Maybe you can have some wine. When your father and I were your age, we already drank secretly."

Then, Sirius blinked narrowly, "Don't tell Professor Dumbledore."

"Of course!" Harry nodded excitedly, "Yes, I would like to try to order wine, just like Dad and you!"

Sirius patted his head lovingly, "But not more, just a little less."

As he said, he stood up, found some lemons and oranges on the kitchen countertop, and walked towards the wine cellar, "Maybe I should make some juice and add it, so that it will leave a good taste for your first taste." impression."

Harry smiled foolishly, looking at Sirius' back with joy.

Watch him walk into the dark cellar entrance.

Harry thought about it, and thought maybe he could help with this kind of thing, Sirius was busy enough.

So he followed briskly into the cellar, and was about to speak when his eyes suddenly opened wide with terror.

In the cellar, a mad-looking witch was stirring a bone in a cauldron, and a green mist came out.

He knew this witch, it was Bella!

Anton said she was Sirius' cousin, but Harry knew that Sirius would absolutely want to kill Bella, and it was impossible for her to come to the house.

And Kreacher, the house elf in Sirius' family, was taking a spoon to scoop some green potion from the cauldron and pouring it into a wine glass.

At this moment, Sirius slowly turned his head, his face twisted, and he had already changed into the appearance of Little Barty.

"Hey, Harry, don't worry, the wine will be ready soon!"

Little Barty said with a twisted laugh, waving the wand in his hand, "Forget nothing!"

Then, he waved his wand again, "Confused!"

It was miraculous, from Anton's memories of Harry, the cellar in Harry's eyes suddenly became dim, and all the details were hidden in the darkness.

Including Bella who was sneering at him, the cauldron, and the cup of green potion that was smoking, and it also turned into a steaming orange juice drink.

Then, with a smirk, Harry took the drink from Sirius' hand, toasted Sirius cheerfully, and drank not a drop in one gulp.

And then……

And then Harry passed out.

Anton blinked, breaking away from this memory, using his magic eyes to scan Harry's current state up and down, but found nothing in the end.

That is to say, the fragments of Voldemort's soul in his body became active, and the others didn't seem to be a big problem.

Did Dumbledore know?

This question came to Anton's mind immediately, and he vaguely had an answer, which he probably knew.

What's more, looking in the depths of the soul, Harry's memory planet is filled with countless black threads of soul, which clearly and unmistakably tell Anton that this little friend is being affected by 'fate'.

"Loyal Guardian!"

With Harry's roar, a tall clay knight appeared in front of him.

"Anton, I did it!" gasped Harry, looking back excitedly.

Anton put away all his eye magic in an instant, and looked at Harry with a smile, "No, it's not enough, maybe I should teach you more laws of psychic power, so that you can be more aware of what is meant by 'this' I', let your heart have more ability to protect yourself."

"Maybe I can start to explain to you from the subtle contrast and similarity between the two spells, 'Guardian Knight Curse' and 'Patron Saint Charm'."

Harry froze for a moment, "Do you still want to learn this?"

Anton once told him that he should not care about those theories, as long as he learned more magic, why should he tell him these complicated and troublesome theories now.

"Perhaps, I should have higher demands on you."

Anton looked at Harry with a smile, and gently raised the wand in his hand, "So, boy, do you want to have the power to defeat the dragon?"

Harry stared blankly at Anton, and finally nodded vigorously, "Thank you, Anton!"