CH: 6 Escape or Die?

At this time, Lupin looked extraordinarily handsome.

Anton didn't answer him.

The efficacy of the 'Oculus' potion was gradually disappearing, but he still clearly saw the 'Runic image' of the mark on his wrist.

Although he didn't know if it was a 'Runic image', it didn't matter.

Under the vision of the 'Oculus', this black pattern becomes three-dimensional, the center of the square is raised, and a dark green silk thread constitutes a spider with eyes full of beads.

A few curved lines are its feet, which plunge into his arms and run up the flesh and blood. From elbows to shoulders, and finally to where he can't see himself, but he knows that the next step is his head.

He didn't know what the spell was.

He has read a lot of fanfiction in the "Harry Potter" series, but these ten or so are just the tip of the iceberg of countless fics he has read, and he doesn't remember most of the content at all.

The only thing that has such a little impression is probably the mark of the Dark lord in a short video where the Death eater pulls his sleeves open.

"Protego!"

The invisible shield blocked the Cruciatus curse that was fired by Fiennes again.

Lupin quickly ran to his side and grabbed him, "I'm going to take you away with Apparition. No matter what happens, you must hold me tightly!"

Anton shook his head, his eyes blurred, and he looked into the distance along a faint thread of the spider in his hand, and met the eyes of the Fiennes.

Fiennes grabbed his head with his left hand and let out a shrill wailing sound, as if his entire brain was about to split. He looked at Anton, "You saw it, right? You saw it! You can't escape, I promise you, just return the wand to me, and I'll lift this curse for you!"

"Give me back the wand!" The roar was accompanied by a wailing.

Anton raised his brows, "Indeed."

He smiled and pushed away Lupin's hand, "You go quickly."

Saying that, he slowly walked towards Fiennes, waving his old wand, "Okay."

Walking past the table used to prepare the potion, Fiennes was attracted by the wand swaying in his hand, but did not notice that Anton grabbed the sharp dagger that cut the herbs in his left hand.

"Kid, you can't believe him!" Lupin yelled anxiously behind his back.

Anton's footsteps stopped, and he pursed his lips, "A lot of things can't be solved by escaping it. If the ending is death..."

He turned his head and gave Lupin a bright smile, "I choose to face it!"

What if he escaped now? As long as the Dark mark on his wrist was still there, he would have to wait for the old wizard to hunt him down anytime, anywhere, every moment!

He is no longer the mediocre social Introvert who had done nothing before his transmigration. Although he has become a ten-year-old child, his mind has matured due to many hardships.

At least, he can calmly face any consequences of his choices, even death. At this moment, his heart is unprecedentedly firm.

"Let's go now while you can," he says.

Saying that, he walks up to Fiennes again, his face full of sincerity. "Teacher, I was wrong. I was acting recklessly. I shouldn't have treated you like this. Are you okay?"

Fiennes is not doing well at all. Seeing that Anton is going to bring him his wand, he breathes a sigh of relief and sits down, pressing his hands to the left and right of his head, as if his head would split if he let go.

"Quick, give me the wand."

Lupin stands in the distance in a daze, Anton's words keep echoing in his mind, 'A lot of things can't be solved by escaping...'.

Since the death of his best friends, the Potters and the Dark Lord, Sirius has been imprisoned in Azkaban for betrayal. He rejected Dumbledore's arrangement and has been wandering around.

He doesn't know how to face everything; all he can do is escape.

But escaping is useless. The death cries of the Potters and Wormtail seem to penetrate time and space, and Sirius' frantic and piercing laughter seems to be branded in his mind, tormenting him all the time, anytime, anywhere!

Finally, Anton comes to the Fiennes's side.

With an anxious look on his face, he is about to help Fiennes and hurriedly hands the old wand to his left hand. The large, ill-fitting wizard robe wraps around his hand, and the wand seems to be on the verge of falling in the old wizard's anxious eyes.

Anton's right hand is inserted from his armpit, and his weak body supports Fiennes.

"Give me the wand! Why aren't you helping me, you idiot!"

"What can I help you with?" Anton's face is full of concern, but his right hand grabs his hair. The enormous force makes Fiennes's head tilt back, revealing his wrinkled neck.

The old wand in his left hand falls, and the sharp dagger pierces the sleeve of the wizard's robe and stabs into the old wizard's neck!

Bang!

A huge air wave hits, and Anton is instantly lifted off.

The force is extremely powerful. Anton watches himself slam into the wall, quickly raising his hands to support his head, closing his eyes and praying that he won't be hurt too badly.

Suddenly, he feels light, and a not-so-strong arm catches him.

Opening his eyes, Lupin's face, marked by the vicissitudes of life and scars, greeted Anton. Despite his scruffy beard, he wore a smile and said, "This kind of thing should be left to the adults."

But at that moment, a familiar shrill roar echoed through the air.

"Crucio!"

The spell's light flickered and struck Lupin instantly.

"Ah~~~~" Lupin's gentle smile vanished within seconds as he let out a miserable cry, writhing and trembling on the ground.

Anton raised his head in shock, only to see Fiennes struggling to stand, holding his wand tightly.

"You are very special, my precious apprentice."

"Did you see it? This is the real reaction to being pierced."

"Unfortunately, you are going to die too!"

Fiennes's eyes grew cold as he pointed at Anton, "Avada..."

Anton didn't dodge; instead, he looked at Fiennes in astonishment.

Under the effect of the remaining 'Oculus' potion, he could see the countless dark green cracks rapidly extending and twisting on the dagger lodged in the Fiennes's neck.

As Fiennes channeled his magic power, the cracks suddenly burst with powerful magical fluctuations.

"Kedavra!"

A burst of visual magic, like a silent explosion, caused the cracks to twist into a magical pattern.

This display held a captivating allure for Anton.

He wanted to see more, but the effect of the spell completely disappeared.

When his vision returned to normal, he saw that blood had already gushed out from Fiennes's neck. Before he could finish chanting the Death curse, a large amount of blood spurted from his mouth.

Anton's eyes shook as he stood there, completely stunned.

With a determined expression, he quickly stepped forward. In the mysterious and unpredictable wizarding world, there were too many possibilities of suspended animation, so he had to make sure!

However, with the old man's death, the entire house began to shake.

Countless rays of light erupted from the ground, identical to the ones Anton had seen before with the 'Oculus'.

Anton had no idea what was happening. Dark magic was scarcely described in the original book, making it impossible to determine what would happen next.

He hurriedly helped Lupin up, but noticed that the man was pale, twitching constantly, and paralyzed from head to toe.

"Damn, he's so heavy!"

After a moment of consideration, Anton carefully placed Lupin back into the box reinforced with the Traceless Stretching Charm. And then, he also stuffed the Fiennes's corpse into it.

In one swift motion, he closed the box, grabbed the wand, pushed open the door, and dashed out in a desperate frenzy.

All in one go.