The Grey Wizard of Hogwarts

"It seems that you are recovering well." Madam Pomfrey was very relieved.

In the afternoon, Anton was discharged from the hospital again. Eh, why do you say it again?

At this time, the afternoon class was over, and Anton didn't even bother to go back to the dormitory, so he walked directly to the Weasley hut outside the castle.

The lessons of Professor Snape and Professor Voldemort always give him countless inspirations.

He found out that he really did as Voldemort said, casting the spell gracefully, effortlessly, and lightly, as if he really had one.

Floating Spell!

Oh, there is also a 'moving figure'.

Floating objects, deforming clay, as long as he waved his wand, was so handy.

It was as if the magic had really become an extension of his own will.

No, not the will!

is a thought.

The environment changes with one's heart, no firm will, no strong emotions, the effect of the magic spell changes with one's changing thoughts.

At that time, magic was like an extension of oneself.

Anton couldn't wait to go back and look at the drawings of the images of the floating spells that the old wizard had previously recorded.

There must be something different!

Go back to the hut, open the suitcase, jump in, and find the blueprint.

Anton fell into deep thought.

"I seem to have discovered something new!"

If it is said that magic power comes from the soul, then different souls should have different magic power.

According to Voldemort's long-standing education knowledge, Anton even felt that each person, each unique soul, will have his own special incantation bias.

This thing is a bit like...

"The curse of life? Innate talent?" Anton's eyes lit up.

"According to this idea..." Anton took out his wand, "I should be more relaxed and at ease. The absolute effect of the floating spell is different, it should be more varied and powerful!"

Jumping out of the suitcase and letting the elephant vine pull the suitcase into the ground, Anton fell into deep thought.

He pursed his lips, "Some people's natal spells are forgetting spells, disarming spells, and life-suppressing spells, but what's wrong with me is a floating spell?"

It was incomprehensible.

According to this theory, the souls and magic of house-elves are absolutely unique because they are so adept at Apparating.

Inexplicably a little unwilling.

He patted his stomach. At this time, only food can comfort him.

Overall, last night was really rewarding, great.

At this time, the sun is setting in the west, the sunset on the horizon is bright red, and the black lake is rippling, vaguely...

"??"

A vague and inexplicable cry?

And just behind a big pebble by the lake, Anton took out his wand and planned to go around.

There are all kinds of weird things in the wizarding world. He is not a cat, and he is not so curious.

At this moment, a figure behind the big stone stood up and looked at him suspiciously, "Anthony?"

Anton blinked, "Neville?"

The chubby child had tears on his face, and his body was dirty and looked pitiful.

"What happened?"

Neville sobbed, "Malfoy...he threw my memory ball into the lake!"

"Goyle and the others also bullied me."

Anton shrugged, "What a bad boy."

He is not in the mood to uphold justice. In the past few years, he has realized a truth in the wizarding world. If he wants dignity, wants to protect his property, and even his life, he can only rely on himself!

Want to not be bullied? Then don't make yourself weak!

"I can't lose the memory ball, Grandma will be angry." Neville sobbed.

"Then get it back!" Anton looked at him, "Do everything you can to get it back, instead of standing by and crying!"

"But..." Neville looked at the black lake with some fear, "It is said that there are mermaids, giant octopuses, horse-shaped water monsters, and..."

"But you are a wizard!" Anton looked at him coldly.

"Look at how timid you are. When you encounter something, find a way to solve it instead of being afraid." Anton's tone became high-pitched and hurried, and he stepped forward, "You are a wizard, and you are born one year higher than a mermaid. Wait, you are born higher than an octopus, you are born higher than a horse-shaped water monster, you are a noble wizard!"

Neville looked at him naively, his face flushed, "I... I'm a wizard? Yes, I'm a wizard!"

"Is that right? Crying is useless, so think of a way." An Dong patted his shoulder with a smile, turned and walked towards the castle, "Think of a way."

"Can you help me?"

Neville's question came from behind.

Turning back in astonishment, he found that the little boy was looking at him earnestly and sincerely with his fists clenched. His face was flushed, and he had obviously gathered up his courage. "Can you help me? Memory **** are really important to me!"

An Dong's mouth twitched, "Your solution is to ask me for help?"

Neville nodded vigorously.

"Haha~" Anton smiled, "I'm Slytherin, Neville, you know, it's different, you need to pay for my help."

Suddenly, his heart moved, and he looked at Neville seriously.

If the memory in his mind is correct, or if the novel he has read is not a doujinshi, Neville is not only a Gryffindor swordsman, but also a child who is extremely gifted with herbal medicine.

This girl also married the iron-clad Hannah. It is said that the girl eventually became the owner of the Leaky Cauldron Bar~www.NovelMTL.com~ and took over the mantle of Madam Pomfrey?

Oh, no, I'm wrong.

Speaking of Neville, who eventually became a professor of herbal medicine at Hogwarts.

Anton raised his eyebrows, he seemed to have found the most suitable experimental assistant, Neville Longbottom!

He walked over with a smile and looked at Neville with a smile, making the little brat shrink back in fear.

"Then, Neville-san, did you lose a gold memory ball or a silver memory ball?"

"Huh?" Neville looked at him blankly, "No... no, it's just an ordinary memory ball."

"Awesome!"

"Honest child!"

Anton took out his wand again and turned to face the Black Lake.

"Actually, the most suitable spell right now is the Flying Spell." Anton twisted his shoulders, "But, I suddenly had a magical idea, and I plan to try it."

"This kind of attempt is dangerous, because it will exhaust the magic power of the body, but it will allow me to test another idea well."

Anton's muttering obviously frightened Neville. He looked at this neurotic classmate and swallowed.

"If I'm not wrong, then I should be very good at this."

Anton swiped his wand gracefully, murmuring in his mouth.

"It takes special, special talent."

Raise your hands high.

"As long as I believe in it!"

Gently, gently, like the commander of a symphony orchestra, he pressed his hands down.

Then, the wand swiped up sharply.

The tranquil lake began to rippling with water waves, lapping on the lake shore, rolling up high waves.

"right……"

"That's the feeling..."