Chapter 163: countdown to death

woohoo~~~

The train bound for Hogwarts spewed smoke into the sky and accelerated slowly.

The high-rise buildings in the field of vision slowly faded, and soon, the vast fields appeared in front of them.

Before I knew it, the second school year started like this, and Anton still squeezed in front of the retail car and bought a bunch of chocolate frogs.

I have experienced so many things this year and learned a lot of knowledge. Re-observing the chocolate frog again will always make people feel a lot of emotion.

This time he didn't open the wizard's eyes.

Just gently put the chocolate frog into his mouth, squinting and savoring it.

If you don't think about the rational magic image structure, you can feel the emotions attached to the magic spell of the chocolate frog alone.

Oh~ it's the taste of happiness!

Different from the bread spell he invented, the bread spell carries a sense of life, it can be ups and downs, bittersweet and salty, and the spell cast by the chocolate frog has a strong and joyful emotion.

Carefully savoring the emotions of the spell, Anton chewed gently, that feeling...

In an instant, it was like running on the beach wearing a veil, the sun was shining, and time was eternal.

This thing is more powerful than the bread spell that I invented!

Anton raised his eyebrows. He tasted the emotion of creating the chocolate frog magic spell, and this emotion did not reflect on the chocolate frog at all.

The taste is only the aroma of chocolate, without any emotion.

The will of the wizard is the will of the wizard, the effect is the effect, and the separation is extremely neat and clean.

"Is it really that delicious?" Neville came over, looked at him eating happily, swallowed, and suddenly felt hungry too.

Anton smiled and took one out of a pile of chocolate frog boxes beside him.

Neville refused.

"Leifo..."

"The name of my toad pet, since having this pet, I've started to dislike eating chocolate frogs, it makes me feel like I'm eating my pet."

Anton shrugged, "It's harder for me to accept a toad as a pet unless it's three-legged."

"???" Neville's eyes widened, "Three...three feet!"

The little boy's expression changed for a long time, as if he had summoned up his courage, and looked at Anton seriously, "Don't hurt my Lefu!"

ohh~

Seriously, Neville surprised Anton quite a bit.

This child seems to be really starting to grow up slowly.

From an airbag who dared not answer anything, he slowly began to know how to express his position and ask others to respect him.

Gee.

Great progress.

"Quack quack..." Anton laughed until Neville's whole body was horrified, showing his white teeth maliciously, clack clack, biting forcefully.

With a pat, a hand lightly placed a hand on Neville's shoulder, "Then take good care of your Ralph."

"You're joking, I know." Neville pursed his lips, suddenly a little frustrated, "I'm so stupid, it doesn't know where to go!"

"Anton, have you seen my Lefu?"

"Well..."

Anton carefully rummaged through his stack of chocolate frogs, "I shouldn't have eaten it just now."

"!!!"

"I'll teach you the Flying Spell when you're free, maybe you can use it when Lefu can't find it." Anton looked Neville up and down, and nodded solemnly, "Yes, it seems that you need to learn this spell in particular. curse."

"I can't find the key, I can't find the memory ball, I can't find the book, I can't find the clothes..."

"Oh, poor Neville."

Neville sighed, "I don't know if I can learn it."

"sure!"

"This kind of spell that requires a firm will is the most suitable for you!"

Now that his train of thought was interrupted, Anton simply packed up the chocolate frog and looked at Neville with interest, "Put out your wand, and I'll teach you now."

"Now?!!" Neville swallowed, suddenly panicked as if he was called to stand up in class to answer questions.

"Well, it's very simple." Anton took out his wand and waved the required gesture of the spell, "This is a spell that will only be taught in the fourth grade. To master this spell, except for "Standard Spell, Level Four" The contents recorded in it also need to learn the contents of three books."

"They are the first 300 pages of "The Concentration of the Spell", the third part of "The Selected Collection of Wizards of Qiaoqiao", and the second half of "Your Will Needs to Be Firm."

"This is one of the test sites for the .l. exam. Because many fourth-grade students do not master it well, there will be repeated courses in fifth-grade."

Every time Anton said a word, Neville's face paled.

"That sounds..." His round face was wrinkled. "It's so hard!"

Anton just smiled slightly, "So, study?"

"Learn!" Neville nodded vigorously.

"Although I think I'm relatively stupid and can't learn it, and it's still in the upper grades, but I believe in you, if you're willing to take the time to teach me, you must think I can learn it!"

show~

Your idea is very clever.

I like!

Anton laughed and began to quickly explain the various knowledge points that this magic spell needs to know.

This is a somewhat complicated skill, and even if Anton speaks quickly, he still doesn't finish it until the train arrives at Hogwarts.

"Strictly speaking, the spell learning at Hogwarts is gradual, and this kind of spell that requires will needs to be improved step by step."

"But there are always people who are gifted beyond the average in some way."

"As I said, you're suitable for this determined type of spell."

"Highly focus your attention, only think about the toad in your mind, and don't have any distractions."

"When chanting a spell, your will must be firmer than ever before, don't doubt yourself, don't doubt magic, don't doubt whether you can succeed, be firm! Unprecedented firmness!"

"Come on, try it!"

"Yeah!" Neville exhaled deeply, waving his wand vigorously, "Left here!"

"Be louder! Come again!"

"River here!" Neville yelled.

"Not firm enough! Come back!"

"Leifo is flying!" He roared with a heart-wrenching roar.

A dozen times in a row, Neville's voice became hoarse.

Yet there was still no movement.

Neville looked a little frustrated, but Anton didn't plan to give up, and said in a low voice, "Maybe we'll do it another way, Neville, remember the wheels of this train?"

Neville gave him a suspicious look and nodded.

"Poor Ralph was lying on the track, looking curiously at this wonderful world."

Neville's eyes widened immediately.

"The train is slowly approaching the station, it is so big, so heavy, and the small steel wheels slowly move forward..."

"Lefu was stunned. It looked at the monster that rushed over with some fear. It didn't know what to do. It was as stupid as its owner. It was about to bear the weight of life that it could not bear."

Neville's voice was hoarse, "Don't say it anymore, it won't."

"At this time, it can't escape at all. The speed of the train is too fast for it..." Anton was still rambling.

"No! No!" Neville seemed to see the giant steel wheel rolling forward, but he was at a loss to face everything. Yes, he has always been like this, weak and helpless.

"If its owner can't cast the Flying Charm, Neville, can you imagine what's next?"

"Stop talking!" Neville's voice was sobbing.

"Crack!" Anton slapped his hands sharply and made a loud noise, "The intestines are bursting out, and the floor is all over the place."

"Do not!"

"Let's count down to Leif's death..."

"five..."

"Four..."

"three..."

Anton's words seemed to be whispered by the devil. Originally, Neville was already in fear. Hearing this countdown, he felt a sudden **** in his heart.

"two..."

"one!"

"River here!" Neville roared as he waved his wand frantically, with the greatest strength of his life.

There was a sudden scream from the carriage in the far distance of the train, and a toad crossed a curve and flew towards Neville quickly.

As it got closer, it landed lightly on Neville's hand.

"Me!" Neville panted hard, looking at the pet in his hands excitedly, then looked up at Anton, "I did it!"

Anton raised his eyebrows, "Of course, I pick people very harshly, Neville, you have great potential."

He had a hunch that Voldemort had been inexplicably good-natured recently, which was completely inappropriate. This is a Horcrux! Not some cultivator's ring grandpa!

This stuff won't give up.

There must be a few people who can help...

Since the previous defeat of Voldemort by the Order of the Phoenix, the entire wizarding world has entered a time of tranquility and peace. This is everyone's dream, and everyone is eager to live a peaceful life.

But because of this, it became impossible for Anton to find a few helpers among his classmates, and the only way was to cultivate himself.

The research and development of the twins and the cultivation of Hannah's herbs can help, but they are more of an auxiliary role.

Only Neville is definitely a good seedling of a battle-side wizard!