The Grey Wizard of Hogwarts Chapter 187

Tom Riddle, or Voldemort's diary Horcrux, is just one of many Horcruxes.

Anton dare not say that he knows the Horcrux well, but he has studied it to a certain degree.

Horcrux is a cloud backup of a living body.

The copied 'id and soul shell' constitutes a complete life with a certain object as a body.

This is a cloud backup, not a backup, and it doesn't have the ability to revive.

It can only support the body to keep the 'self and soul shell' intact, which is equivalent to a soul imprint that ignores the distance in space. Let your body know what you should look like anytime, anywhere, and the magic will restore the body to this shape.

This is completely different from the so-called Lich's phylactery that Anton has seen in his previous life.

In this regard, Anton is very sure.

So, what kind of ability makes this cloud backup suddenly have the ability to revive? If they really had this ability, other Horcruxes would have already influenced the wizards or lifeforms that approached them to find the possibility of resurrection.

Horizontal comparison, there is only one answer-basilisk.

Also researched by the despicable Haierbo, the Basilisk has a majestic vitality that is almost immortal. If this kind of vitality is injected into the Horcrux, can it bring people back to life?

Anton doesn't know yet, it's just a guess.

But he only had to do one thing - kill the basilisk.

In the Hogwarts library, there is an old book that clearly describes the basilisk, bred from a male egg hatched by a toad, which is obviously some kind of ritual magic.

Basilisks are huge and can live for hundreds or even thousands of years. They have powerful magic resistance, poisonous fangs, and deadly eyes.

The disadvantage is also obvious, the crowing of the rooster is fatal to it.

"This is outrageous." Anton frowned, not knowing what kind of restraint this was.

Rooster!

Ordinary domestic animals do not even have magical powers, and they are not even magical animals.

This is no longer a question of so-called magic attribute restraint!

"Bangdang."

Hagrid put an iron cage on the table, and inside it was a big rooster shaking his comb proudly, looking at Anton outside the cage with his head sideways.

"Sorry, Anton, I can only give you one."

"Dumbledore asked me to have one in every corner of the castle, and I have nothing left here."

Anton raised his head and looked at Hagrid, "It's okay, one is enough."

The pink fluffy Yalong clumsily flapped its wings, kicked on the ground, flew a few steps, and plunged under the sofa with a plop.

It crawled out awkwardly, chirping at Anton.

This foodie was fostered at Hagrid's house by Anton, and he ate even fatter than before, and gained weight again.

But even so, it still doesn't grow taller.

Since Little Fat Ball left Snape, his life has not been too moist. From time to time, Anton feeds with potion mixed with food, which has extremely tempting magic power. Hagrid's specially prepared food is the best for his taste, and the big guy always knows what Fantastic Beasts like to eat.

And the girls in the school who like it will also come to see it, and they will always bring it all kinds of snacks.

until……

The Yalong species stared hard at the big cock, pouted his pink mouth, and stared angrily at the big cock.

Is the owner planning to change a pet?

So, love will disappear, right?

"Too bad!" Hagrid wiped his tears and snot with a black cloth. "Tom used to be bad when he was studying. How could he do that to Filch."

"And Snape, and Harry, woohoo…"

"Felch..." Anton's eyes narrowed slightly. Filch was not good. Apart from being petrified, his soul was covered with countless dark green cracks.

That kind of appearance, Anton had seen on Professor Quirrell.

Riddle really has a unique talent for this, always finding people with a soul defect, and then luring them into depravity.

"Yes!" Hagrid's face was full of sadness. "Dumbledore said... said... woo woo woo..."

"He said Filch wouldn't live much longer if he was de-petrified."

Although Filch has a bad reputation among the student community, the conscientious janitor actually has a good relationship with many people.

Like Hagrid, like Snape...

By the way, Snape wasn't as bad as he looked, thinking about it, he had a good relationship with Quirrell, and he had a good relationship with Filch...

"Tsk tsk." This cold-hearted, arrogant, oily-headed man.

Anton sighed and patted Hagrid on the shoulder, "Keep your eyes peeled. In dealing with Voldemort, death is always inevitable."

Hagrid cried even louder, "Anton, you don't know, after so many years, decades, many people have died, all killed by him and his men."

die……

What a difficult subject to accept.

Anton can feel Hagrid's emotions, and the wizard's magic will always be guided by emotions and become ups and downs. I don't know why he has mastered too much eye magic. Now Anton can vaguely observe the wizard's emotions with the naked eye.

At this moment, Hagrid's heart was like a low and dark cloud in the sky outside the window.

Depressed.

"Hagrid!" Anton gently pulled out his wand and pointed to the sky, "The dark clouds will disappear one day!"

Magic surges, and the clouds roll.

This is the 'Atmospheric Airflow Spell', invented by a witch who likes to ride hot air balloons in 1962. This spell can effectively promote the airflow in the atmosphere and is a variant of the 'clean up' spell.

The Ministry of Magic later classified this spell as a weather spell.

However, since this spell only interferes with the original airflow, it does not generate thrust out of thin air, so there is no way to apply it to the broom.

Belonging is a useless spell.

I saw the clouds rolling and surging around, and in a gap, the sunlight rushed to the ground like a ray of light that cut through the darkness.

It was golden, like a huge sword.

"Everything will pass, right?" Hagrid stared blankly at the sunbeam.

"Of course." Anton smiled slightly.

At this moment, the rooster in the iron cage on the table thought it was coming to the morning, and raised his head proudly, "Oh oh oh ~~~~"

The golden rooster announces!

Dispel the darkness, the sun is shining, and the world is clear.

Anton looked back at the big rooster in surprise, as if he saw a scene of vitality.

He also felt this kind of scene when he observed the ramets of the elephant-eating vine breaking out of the ground.

But there is also a difference. The emergence of plants is the surging of their own vitality.

The crowing of the big rooster is different, it is more like a kind of 'report', a kind of 'announcement' - hey, human beings, all things, a new day full of vitality is here.

"Wow~" An Dong's mouth twitched slightly.

Interesting, very interesting.

Why are basilisks afraid of the sound of a big rooster? Not because of this cry restraint? But because the big rooster announced the basilisk - it's time for you to welcome a new day?

According to this line of thinking~www.mtlnovel.com~, the basilisk has no lifespan at all, it is a kind of life that stagnates time on a certain day, a kind of creature with only one life.

Filled with powerful vitality, this has been delayed until death, and it has been delayed for hundreds of years.

Then the big **** told it, hey, the day is over, you can take the dog?

"Maybe try it?"

Hagrid patted Anton's shoulder lightly. "Thank you, Anton. I feel better."

He pointed to the bamboo fence circle in the vegetable garden where the chickens were kept. "I have to go and see if the eggs hatch. The castle is so big that I don't have enough roosters."

Anton nodded, looking down at the big **** with interest.

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