The Grey Wizard of Hogwarts Chapter 683

The book "Wizards are Gods" has not yet been finished, and Anton is gradually integrating various spells and other knowledge into the content of the book to make it more suitable for teaching purposes.

Since it is intended to compile a textbook, it cannot be written in an inscrutable manner like the previous "Muggles, Werewolves and Pure Blood".

More consideration should be given to telling the story in a simple and easy-to-understand manner.

For example, the Explosive Curse taught by Sirius is enough for Anton to write a whole chapter. Sometimes, while writing, he will have more ideas, some will be added, and some will be recorded in his notes this ri.

This is not only a book, but also a review and summary of learning magic.

Perhaps for future generations, Anton's writing of such a book is enough to be called 'great,' just thinking about it makes me excited.

But the great Anton did not put his mind into writing the book at this moment.

He has more important things to do!

Find a way to write an article to scold Voldemort back!

Compared with Lao Fu's almost name-calling scolding, Anton's standard is much higher. He is great, Anton, you must pay attention to style.

We don't swear, we are civilized people, our eyes are the stars and the ocean, and the magical world of Haochao.

So on such a sunny morning, when Hagrid was introducing a certain extremely dangerous magical animal to the little wizards,

Waiting, Anton sat under the shade of a tree, waving his pen like a flag.

——"Immersed in the dark magic trick leads to psychopathy!"

Of course, the so-called psychopath is not the kind of "pervert" that everyone usually swears at, but the kind of "pervert that changes sex."

In fact, different magics have different degrees of influence on the mind, including the so-called regular magic. A person who likes the lockpicking spell must be the kind of person who has a strong desire to explore. If she is not, then using this spell for a long time will also make her have such a character.

Not to mention black magic.

Not to mention the black magic that involves the soul level.

—So I think that those who have been immersed in black magic that can affect the soul for a long time are the most prone to psychopaths!

- They are dangerous!

Of course, Anton still wants to discuss with you about the changes that human subconscious magic has had on the entire world.

then,

Note: It is not only the collective consciousness of human beings that is profoundly affecting the world, powerful individuals with magical powers will also have extremely powerful influences.

Poems are those who are affected by the erosion of black magic, become psychopathic, and become extreme. They are also eroding the overall magical world by affecting their surroundings.

—And the most frightening thing is the black magic that yearns for immortality, all of which have profoundly affected the entire river of time and the domain that borders life and death.

"Excellent literary talent~"

"Full of emotions~"

"The content is profound~"

Anton clicked his tongue while looking at the paper in his hand, and patted the parchment with the back of his hand, making a loud noise.

"awesome!"

He even started to imagine the expression of dear Professor Voldemort when he saw this article, wow~

I really look forward to it~

"Come on - have fun - I have a lot of time anyway~"

Humming a happy song, Anton put away the parchment and went to find Lockhart after class.

Speaking of which, when Grindelwald left, he didn't take Lockhart with him. I don't know if he took a fancy to Lockhart's role as the editor-in-chief of the "Hogwarts Weekly", or he planned to let Lockhart hide in the school as a spy for him. .

Tut tut.

It is really pitiful for Lockhart to survive in the cracks between the two powerhouses.

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Poor Lockhart indeed.

Whether it is Dumbledore, Anton, Grindelwald, or the saint Yaxley Witch who came into contact with him later, they all told him that his magic road is far away.

Master, there is only one level left.

But he couldn't make it through.

sniff~

Merlin's lace gloves, he doesn't even know which direction to research progress

otherwise~

Otherwise, at this time, he would not have been fixed to the wall by such a man in a wizard robe and a mask with a big hood.

This seems to be an extremely clever transfiguration.

On the stone wall of Hogwarts Castle, a tall skull relief with a big knife suddenly protrudes

At this moment, the skeleton's left hand affectionately inserted from his armpit, caught his chest, and pressed him **** Zeng, the skull's ribs on the back made the back of his head uncomfortable.

But now he has no time to take care of his back.

The stone knife held by the skeleton's right hand was extremely smooth, reflecting the sunlight falling in from the wine outside the floor-to-ceiling window of the office, shining a delicate streamer.

At the end of the streamer is his neck.

The knife was pressed hard against his neck!

What was even more frightening was that the tall skull relief on the wall was bending down and putting its face upside down in front of him, and the opening and closing mandibles made knocking bang bang bang bang sounds.

"Before it kills you, it will gnaw off your nose first, then your eyeballs, then your ears, and then your scalp..." The mysterious man wearing a big hood made a weird voice, through The strangely shaped mask made his whole body creepy.

"Stop it!" Lockhart was about to cry, he looked at the skull in front of him tremblingly, and looked at the masked man through the cracks in its bones.

"What do you want? I'm just a small editor-in-chief! Don't think I'm the vice-principal of the school, but in fact Dumbledore doesn't give me any authority!"

"I'm useless to show—you trust me—"

"Forbidden beam frame-" A sneer came from behind the mask "If you are really useless, you can die now!"

"No!" Lockhart screamed, clamping his legs tremblingly. Between death and scare, he would rather die than scare and die. That would be too embarrassing.

"I ask you, Grindelwald, where has he been?*

The masked man's voice became colder and colder, the wand in his hand lightly waved, and the head of the relief skull opened its mouth wide, "You only have one chance, if you make a wrong answer, it will bite off your nose first!"

"No! I say! I say!" Lockhart swallowed, screaming in panic, "America, he went to America!"

The masked man was obviously taken aback, "America? What is he going to do in America?"

"Woo hoot..." Lockhart cried out, "How could Grindelwald tell a little shrimp like me his purpose, I really don't know!

"Oh, yes. "The masked man doesn't seem to think highly of people like Lockhart, so he nodded in agreement. I know, you serve Grindelwald, so you must know how to contact him!"

"Yes, yes!" Lockhart said hastily, "I told you if you can let me go, I won't tell anyone about your appearance, yes, you can cast forgetfulness on me!

The masked man was silent.

"Don't kill me - woo woo woo -" Lockhart cried, "Since you're looking for Grindelwald, I'll still be useful to you in the future, right, right, right?"

The masked man chuckled, looked at Lockhart as if he was looking at a clown, and finally nodded, "Indeed, it will be useful when you can't keep everything like this. The Forgetting Curse is a good choice."

"Tell me, how can I contact Grindelwald?"

Lockhart was overjoyed, and quickly said loudly, "In the unlucky spider tavern in Knockturn Alley, the tavern owner is a former saint, and his owl can contact Grindelwald!"

"Forget everything!"

The light of the curse instantly hit Lockhart's head.

His eyes suddenly became dull, in a trance, in a trance, and waited until he woke up again.

Sometimes, looking at the empty office, I seem to wonder why I am standing in the corner. UU reading www. uukanshu.com

He picked up the wand on the ground suspiciously, a little confused

But if someone could put an ear to his mouth, he could hear him muttering the incantation under his breath, "In the name of the Headmaster, Magic Castle, tell me is there anyone else in this office?"

Finally, he took a deep breath, slumped on the armchair, panting, panting, and laughed, "Haha, the Forgetting Curse? Use the Forgetting Curse to deal with me?"

He pouted slightly, and quickly tapped the floor under the desk with his wand, and a small box suddenly rose from the ground.

Lockhart quickly opened the box, which was filled with twin beans cultivated by Hannah's classmate.

Thanks to his good relationship with Anton, Hannah was also willing to give him the few twin beans.

"Let's think about it, let's think about it, someone is looking for Grindelwald's traces, and they are still in the school, and they hide their identities. How many beans do they need to pass on information that meets these conditions at the same time?"

"That's right, nine."

He carefully counted nine beans out of the box, counted them carefully over and over again, and finally crushed the beans,

After doing all this, a ray of sadness gradually emerged on his expression, even aggrieved

Ming sobbed and sobbed softly, "It's too difficult for Mingwuming to live, it's too difficult-

Chapter end