The Grey Wizard of Hogwarts Chapter 116

In the dead of night, Anton sat on the sofa in the hall quietly looking at the city outside the window.

The hustle and bustle of the Muggle world always reminded him of his previous life.

But he was a little surprised to find that some memories of his previous life were gradually becoming blurred. Unless he planned to use the goblin's memory exploration technology to go back to the depths of his soul to explore, some things were gradually fading.

He somewhat forgot the face of his girlfriend in the previous life. This is the only thing worth describing in the previous life, because in the lonely and isolated life in the previous life, only such a person has been involved in his life.

He also somewhat forgot the rented house he lived in. The dark and damp rented house where he could almost reach out and touch the opposite building after opening the window, always smelled musty.

Now he can't remember the decorations there.

People can change, emotions, memories, self-awareness, desires, feelings...

Everything will change.

He pulled out the wand he bought from Ollivander's wand shop, and countless stars appeared.

Obviously, this wand is repelling itself.

This feeling has become more and more intense recently, and everything is getting better every day after Dumbledore helped cut off the connection with the original soul.

"You put too much pressure on yourself, I can see it." Anna walked to her side at some point and gently handed over a cup of warm scented tea.

She gathered up her pale green silk skirt and sat quietly on the sofa, looking sideways at Anton.

Anton pursed his lips and said nothing.

Getting along with this quiet girl is when he is most relaxed. He doesn't need to think about how to speak, so as not to make himself appear rude or not smart enough.

Anna knows him well, and knows that this person who usually talks eloquently is actually a person who likes to be quiet and alone.

"Sometimes, have you ever considered living for yourself?"

An Dong raised his head in amazement, "Live for yourself?"

"Well." Anna nodded lightly, "You always worry about this and that, but you never worry about your own affairs."

It seems that it really is.

Anton raised his head in confusion and looked out the window.

"I don't know, Anna, I really don't know how to live."

"If I didn't have these family members, I might be as lonely and weird as those dark wizards in the gutter."

Anton sighed.

He always struggled to live, passively accepted the arrangement of fate, and then dealt with, resisted, and planned.

"The way to survive." Ana greeted An Dong's stunned gaze and smiled sweetly, "This is a word you often say to others."

"Then what about you, have you also thought about your own way of survival in this world, in the face of everything you face?"

"I……"

Anton can talk about this topic for three days and three nights.

However, Anton raised his head and looked at Anna who was sitting there quietly, and suddenly found that he couldn't pull it out.

He doesn't need to convince Anna, what he needs is to convince himself.

Convince yourself with something you don't believe in?

It's like he said to Pedro, 'It's not the age of fairies, it's the age of humans. ', then what about him, now this is not the past life, it is the wizarding world.

He lives here.

It's different here. In the past life, you can live undisturbed, and you can live well as long as you work hard.

But here, if he can't know his true heart, then he is destined to fall into mediocrity in magic, and he will be obliterated by everyone.

For a life that often walks a tightrope, this is tantamount to seeking death.

"My way of living..."

"My true heart..."

An Dong squinted and looked out the window, smiled brightly, stood up abruptly, and stretched out his hand gently, "Are you interested in going outside with me to blow the air?"

Anna smiled and nodded, and gently placed her hand on his palm.

Bang!

Countless sparks erupted from the tip of the wand, like silver flowers on a fire tree.

The two disappeared into the air.

Fly!

Become a color-changing wind bird and fly freely!

Flying in the night sky of the city, flying is the night sky full of clouds, flying in the starlight of the vast Milky Way.

An interesting change.

Whether it's turning into a werewolf or a viper, Anton can't use magic spells.

But in the state of the color-changing wind bird, he can use the floating spell with ease.

The Floating Charm held two light and objectless color-changing wind bird spore group herbs, fluttering, free, and at ease.

Unconsciously, the sky was bright.

Anton and Anna stood on the street of Diagon Alley, frowning at the wand in their hands.

This thing is getting more and more difficult to use, and it's almost like letting go.

"Looks like I'll have to buy a new wand."

Anna smiled and looked at Ollivander's wand shop not far away, "Then we've come to the right place."

Anton shrugged, "It's really the guidance of fate."

Drifting aimlessly, to be able to get here, maybe it can really be said to be fate.

Anton walked straight to the wand shop. The wand in his hand could not even be used as a spare wand. He was very worried that if he put it in the hidden buttons of his clothes, he would accidentally set the clothes on fire.

Push open the store door and walk to the bar.

Snapped.

The wand is on the table.

"Boss, return it!"

Mr. Ollivander was busy on the table. Hearing this, he raised his head in surprise. His silver eyes looked at Anton and his wand in surprise.

"Impossible, how could it resist you?"

Anton sighed, "I changed my mind, it left sadly, it's that simple."

Anna chuckled.

"It's possible!" Mr. Ollivander blinked his eyes that seemed to be as pale as the whites of his eyes, "The yew wood and Thestral tail hair that represent death are obviously not suitable for you, you have a new breath on you. ."

"As vigorous as the rising sun in the morning, warm and peaceful."

Anton was curious, "Is this some kind of detection magic?"

Mr. Ollivander just smiled faintly and shook his white hair, "The intuition of a staff maker."

Haha, do you see my letter?

The effect of this magic spell has obviously touched the soul, and it is definitely a very high-end method to be able to observe the breath of the soul.

Show.

The wizarding world surprises Anton all the time.

Before long, Mr. Ollivander pulled a wand from the shop's glut of wands and said, "Try this one, alder, it's a tough wood, but I've found the ideal owner to be neither stubborn nor stubborn, Instead, it's wizards who are helpful, considerate, and likable."

After Anton held it, a comfortable feeling came, a feeling of seeing a close friend.

"No, no, its performance is too ordinary." Mr. Ollivander took it out of Anton's hand, put it back in the box on the table, and walked to the crowded pile of boxes in a babble.

"Try this again." Mr. Ollivander shoved another wand, "There are not many wands made of apple wood. They are powerful, especially for those who have lofty ideals and pursuits~www.mtlnovel .com~ This is because apple wood is not suitable for black magic."

Shhhhhh.

The tip of the wand spewed out three or two dots of light, as if celebrating.

"It can also be used, but it's still normal." Mr. Ollivander was obviously very dissatisfied, but Anton felt that this handle felt good, except that it was not suitable for black magic, but it was not bad. He may have missed the black magic in recent years. .

"found it."

Mr. Ollivander was holding a box like a child, his nose was covered with dust. Obviously, this thing was placed in an unknown corner before.

"My father, Givans Ollivander, used to say, 'You can never fool the bearer of a cedar wand,' and I agree with this: cedar wands seek out sharp and perceptive people as his own perfect master."

He's clearly smug, "However, I want to go a little bit deeper than my dad, especially when their favorite wand has been hurt, and I've never seen the owner of a cedar wand come to me for nursing. A wizard who works well with a cedar wand has the potential to be a formidable adversary, and those who challenge them without thinking often take a hit."

"Wands with ptarmigan tail feathers at the heart of the wand are difficult to master, but they are usually very powerful and prized by shapeshifters."

Anton took the wooden staff and raised his eyebrows.

There is no vision, there is only a kind of comfort like the spring breeze, he even has a sense of smoothness at the moment of switching between a wizard and a color-changing wind bird.

"Hahaha, my intuition is right." Mr. Ollivander smiled proudly.

Anton also smiled, "Okay, help me wrap all three wands."

Chapter end