"You followed me all the way and have been observing me." Snape stared at Anton coldly with his dead fish eyes, and raised his wand lightly, "If you can't give me an explanation, I don't mind giving you a curse."
It's over, he was caught by Snape!
Although this teacher in school was bad, he was still a good person.
But in the chaotic land, haha.
He knew Snape too well. This man had a heart of stone and would really kill people. Even Snape himself didn't know what kind of notoriety he had in the dark wizard community. That was all the corpses that were cut in half by some sharp spell in the past years.
He will really kill me!
Anton made a judgment in an instant.
He quickly analyzed the strength of the two in his mind, and reluctantly reinserted the old wizard's wand into the secret buckle.
Throwing away the tree trunk, he raised his empty hands and gave a French greeting. "Snape, I mean no harm."
Snape quickly glanced around, seeing no one nearby, and then quickly approached. "How did you recognize me?"
Oh, of course it was your hair, which looked as if it had been soaked in cream for three days and three nights.
Anton wondered if Snape would bury him in a corner of this desolate mountain if he told the truth.
Long-term exposure to life-and-death pressures had forged a strong heart and sharp mind.
Being around a terrifying and volatile wizard like the old wizard, if he hadn't been, he would have died long ago.
Anton gestured to his face. "We know each other. Shall I remove my disguise?"
Snape nodded gently.
He lowered his hood, untied his mask, took a sip of the voice antidote he had prepared, and removed the iron pot and backpack from his back.
"I have a dream."
After the delay of removing his disguise, Anton finally cleared his mind.
Anton's eyes seemed to sparkle as he spoke of his dream. "I longed to become a Potions Master."
"When I was young, I wandered from one wandering wizard's colony to another. I had nothing to do, and my life was completely dull."
"Just when I thought my life would be like those rotten people, completely rotting away in some corner of the world, with no one paying attention..."
"As if it were heaven's will, a copy of the Daily Prophet slapped hard against my face in the wind."
"It had your portrait on it," Anton said, looking at Snape with deep emotion.
"It said you had improved the Wolfsbane Potion, and the newspaper had many words of praise."
"You don't know, at that time, every wandering wizard's colony was praising your name, and countless werewolves knelt on the ground and wept bitterly."
At this point,
Anton clenched his fist and raised it. "That was when I swore I would become like you!"
"Not only did I study Potions diligently, I also searched everywhere for information about you."
Anton tried his best to imitate a close friend of his ex-girlfriend in his past life, a girl who was a die-hard fan of a certain celebrity.
"You are the guiding light that illuminates the path forward in my life!"
"You are the motivation that keeps me going even when I'm sleepy!"
"You are the only unwavering faith in my life."
"Idol~"
Anton's call of "idol" was incredibly corny, his expression like that of a devout believer who had finally seen God.
Even a heart as hard as Snape felt goosebumps.
Seeing Anton approach excitedly, he retreated a half step in panic.
Anton was completely captivated.
Snape raised his wand coldly, "Don't come any closer!"
However, the idiot pressed his head against the tip of his wand, his eyes hazy and filled with tears. "I know I'm naturally dull, and I may never achieve the same level of success as you. Sometimes I feel so exhausted."
"You're like the stars in the sky, so unreachable."
"Kill me, die under your wand..." Anton exhaled deeply and closed his eyes. "I feel so happy."
The wind whistled past.
A falling leaf gently patted Anton's face.
He raised an eyebrow, opened his eyes, and looked around. "Idol?"
"Idol?"
His idol was gone. It was truly disheartening, haha.
Anton picked up his backpack again and found his old wand on the ground. He hummed a song and continued on his way.
His performance had been a little embarrassing, but at least he had survived.
Life can be so difficult sometimes. A young child had to resort to shame to survive.
Anton sighed. He felt a little sad.
It's so hard for me~~
"Expelliarmus!"
The wand in his hand flew out again.
Attack again!
Anton's face turned cold, and he quietly pulled out his spare wand from his hidden pocket. He was determined to kill anyone who wasn't a wizard of Snape's level. He thought his Cruciatus Curse couldn't kill them?
He looked up.
Holy shit!
"Idol?!!!!"
Snape had appeared again.
A surprise attack?
"I almost got tricked by you!" Snape sneered. "I remember your face. You sold me the Moon Turtle's brain at the Leaky Cauldron. You weren't the least bit excited to see me then."
Far from being unexcited, Snape's sensitive heart was deeply wounded.
When Hagrid held out the Galleons, the child's eyes were fixed on Hagrid, as if he didn't exist.
It was as if he was saying—Hey, Snape, you're not even as good as a giant, deformed man.
No one knew how irritated he truly was.
Yes, he was such a petty person!
"How dare you doubt me like that!" Anton blushed, his face flushing as if deeply humiliated.
This was the moment to test his fortitude. Whereas just now it might have required deception, now it was definitely a test of his resilience.
As the saying goes, when it comes to resilience, perseverance, and patience, who could he fear?
Anton's thoughts seemed to drift back to a past life, when his ex-girlfriend's best friend, upon hearing the news about her idol's sexual exploits, went completely hysterical. Even as his girlfriend tried to comfort him, he felt a little terrified.
The horror of having a dream shattered was terrifying.
"How could you doubt me!" Anton's eyes flushed.
"Do you know what I went through? No, you don't!" Anton roared, hysterical.
"My teacher is dead! A horrible potion ignited his body. The explosion was so powerful that a two-meter crater appeared in the ground. I was alone, helpless, and wandering around, not knowing where to go next."
Anton raised his index and middle fingers, making a two-number sign. "Two months. I starved for two whole months, barely having a meal."
"You have no idea how grateful I was when you bought my Moonlight Turtle brain!"
"But..."
"You actually doubted me!"
Anton stared coldly at Snape. "Snape, give me back my wand. I challenge you to a duel!"
"Today, either you kill me or I will kill you!"
"If I kill you, you'll still be the perfect idol in my mind."
"..." Snape looked strange, wondering for no reason if he had truly misremembered.
Although the child was talking about killing, his eyes were filled with tears of disappointment, which made him feel very uncomfortable.
It felt like he had truly hurt someone who admired him.
The old wand flew back into Anton's hand.
"???"
Anton stared at the wand in his hand, bewildered. What was he going to do next? Was he going to duel?
Should he just unleash the Cruciatus Curse on him without warning?
Could he win by sneaking up on him?
Snape's expression softened. "How far have you gotten in Potions?"
Anton blinked, quickly opening his backpack and rummaging through it. Carefully, he pulled out a single parchment.
Snape, looking at the overflowing notes in Anton's backpack, finally believed him.
Unbeknownst to Snape, they were all the old wizard's notes, with only one in Anton's own handwriting.
It was a copy Anton had made because of a spilled blood.
His hand was remarkably steady as he pulled out just that one page and calmly handed it to Snape.
He silently prayed that Snape would only look at this one, otherwise he'd be caught.
Extremely nervous, Anton managed to maintain a humiliated expression, as if his idol doubted him.
Snape pulled up a friendly smile and took the parchment, as if he had handed over the homework of a generation of students.
But as he read, his brow furrowed.
"What kind of potion is this?"
"Research for some kind of sense-enhancing potion, idol," Anton replied quickly. This recipe was a crucial component of the 'Wizard's Eye' potion.
"Very thoughtful, and a unique perspective." Snape glanced at Anton in surprise. "You're quite talented."
Anton blinked. This wasn't his own research.
But it gave him a glimpse into the old wizard's proficiency in potions, and even Snape was impressed.
"It's just too complicated, with many unnecessary steps."
Snape set down the suitcase containing Nagini, sat on it, and placed the parchment in front of Anton. "From here to here, there are seven steps in total. They can all be simplified. You just need to add the ground rhizome of the scarlet moonflower instead." "
And here..."
In the night breeze, Snape lectured for a full hour, analyzing the entire recipe in a simple and clear manner.
The parchment was covered with his red handwriting.
Even after Snape had disappeared, Anton was still staring at the parchment in a daze.
He could actually understand this complicated potion.
In just one hour, he understood it all!
You know, apart from following the old wizard's instructions to process the herbs, he had no theoretical foundation at all.
"Pa pa pa." The old wizard clapped his hands and floated over from a distance. "I've seen a wonderful show of deception, Anton. You have a talent for being a dark wizard."
Anton pursed his lips, unfolded the parchment in front of the old wizard, "Maybe you should take a look at this."
"How dare you smear my formula?" The old wizard was furious and furious. But after a while he fell silent, staring at the parchment, and finally said with a melancholy, "After becoming a ghost, I seem to be unable to think like before."
He glanced at the parchment again and exclaimed, "The master of potions really lives up to his reputation."
"Yes." Anton looked in the direction where Snape left, "Now, he is really my idol."
Snape opened a door to potions for him, which was so dazzling and intoxicating.
He seemed to really start to like potions. He was looking forward to going to Hogwarts to study, and then taking his research results to consult the master of potions in an upright manner, instead of hypocritically deceiving.
Of course, he would not be ashamed now, he just wanted to live, that's all.