Three days later.
Yes, three days have passed.
Anton was riding on his flying broom, staring blankly at the sea.
The old wizard was floating on the side, feeling helpless. "Three days of high-speed flight, if it were me riding a broom, I would have gone back and forth to France several times, not to mention the island."
Anton silently watched the tide of the sea constantly hitting the beach, his face full of worry.
"You are just a person with poor direction." The old wizard became more and more angry. "Do you know how difficult it is for a ghost like me to keep up with your flying broom? Is this how you treat your teacher?"
"Haha."
Anton sneered. "You talk as if everyone has poor direction. If you knew the way, you would have told me long ago!"
Silence, wordless silence.
The two, one big and one small, listened blankly to the sound of the waves, speechless.
"Aren't you proud of your life experience? Think about it, what should we do?"
The old wizard held his head in his hands, a trace of bitterness in his eyes. "I seem to be gradually adapting to my ghostly state. The added benefits of the 'Crack Charm' I studied before are gradually being negated."
Anton turned to look at him in surprise
. "What do you mean?" "I've become unable to think, relying solely on memory. In other words, if you show me Potions knowledge I've never seen before, no matter how simple it is, I won't understand it." The old wizard sighed.
"Memory is like a list with no clear boundaries. To recall something, I need to search through it bit by bit."
"My apprentice, I feel my will slowly dissipating, and eventually only a mass of memories will remain."
Anton looked at him with a complicated expression.
The feeling was despairing just thinking about it.
"My first lesson to you: don't be too smart." The old wizard looked at Anton, his eyes filled with a multitude of emotions.
"I created the 'Wizard's Eye' potion. With it, I saw the other side of magic that no other wizard in the world could see."
"Based on this, I also created the 'Crack Spell'. It's a mark on the soul. Remember the magic mark on your wrist? The runes on it mean 'joy', 'anger' and 'sorrow'. Emotions and will are the manifestation of the soul and the basis for casting spells." The old wizard supported his head with one hand and stretched out the other hand forward, gently moving his translucent fingers at the sun in his field of vision.
"I touched the reality of magic."
"So I prepared for death early on. I built a body for myself to house my soul."
"What a pity..."
"Even if you hadn't destroyed it then, my will would have been gradually erased."
"This is a ghost. Haha, so this is a ghost."
The old wizard turned and looked at Anton. "Ghosts are the traces of life smeared on this world, and my will is just dust clinging to the traces. But the wind here is so strong."
"If only I could move forward when I died, into the world of the dead..."
He chuckled. "If I hadn't been so clever, perhaps I would have truly entered a new life."
Anton landed his broom and stood on the beach.
This topic was too heavy. He felt like he was watching an old man on his deathbed, helpless as he slowly walked towards death.
It had nothing to do with his hatred for the old wizard, mixed with inexplicable emotions; it was simply about death. He felt a pang of pain.
"If one day my will completely disappears, that will be a real ghost, and that ghost will no longer be me." The old wizard was still muttering in his ear, "I will stay away from you and everyone I know before I completely disappear."
"I am actually a person who cares a lot about face. I don't want the people I know to look at me and say, 'He is a coward who dares not to face death bravely, so he has become what he is now.' I..."
"Enough!" Anton roared.
He stared at the old wizard coldly, "You are indeed a coward, but I am different from you. I have seen fate and death, but I dare to fight, while you just passively wait for death!"
"Do you know what I would do if I were you?" Anton's eyes were full of fire, "I will try every means to survive. If the world wants to erase my will, I will find a way to fight."
The old wizard just sighed, "It's useless."
"Is it really useless?" Anton's eyes were like torches, "You relied on that 'crack spell' to create an unprecedented body for the ghost. You can still preserve your will with it, right?"
The old wizard looked at him blankly, "So what?"
"Teach me, teach me everything without reservation, I will study, I will use the 'crack spell' to find a way to help you maintain your will, or even make you a new body." Anton looked at him seriously.
The old wizard was silent. He smiled bitterly, "You little bastard, I don't know you yet. You are the best at lying. You want to learn my magic spell."
Anton sneered, "Is it necessary? Wait until you completely become a real ghost. It will be much easier to fool you then. As long as your memory is still there, won't it be easier for me to learn it?"
The old wizard's face became serious. Looking at the young man who was dyed a hazy white light by the sunlight, he sighed, "You are a charming person."
"Isn't it before." Anton looked at the sea level, "Is I such a mediocre office worker before."
...
The old wizard finally found the answer on the long list of memory.
"Owls, these magical creatures have unique magical powers. You just need to give them an address, and they will fly there. Then you just follow them on your broomstick."
Anton shook his head, "No, we can't find any place to buy owls right now."
"Knight Bus, if you encounter difficulties, raise your wand, and they will appear in front of you with a bang."
Anton still shook his head, "Do you think I haven't thought about it? But we have been flying for three days. Every day of flying means an additional day of sunk cost. Now you ask me to find the Knight Bus, I'm not willing to do that!"
"Got it!"
The old wizard snapped his fingers, although there was no sound.
"Create your own spell."
"???" Anton looked at the old wizard in shock, "You are too outrageous, otherwise I'd better call the Knight Bus."
"No, no, no, this is a very interesting experiment, I've done it before."
"First you need an Apparition Charm." The old wizard corrected Anton's casting technique and pronunciation bit by bit.
This spell was extremely simple. Anton cast it in less than a minute, without even needing any emotion or thought.
It was essentially just a matter of drawing a bright arrow in the air with his wand.
"And then?"
"Dispel it and release a new one. At this time, you have to think about the address in your heart, and then command this arrow to tell you which way to go."
Anton's mouth twitched, "God damn it, command this arrow to move by itself, I also want to command it to turn into gold Galleons."
"Why not?"
"???"
"Why can't I command it to turn into gold Galleons?"
"Haha, there's something wrong with your brain after you turned into a ghost, do you think you are a god?"
The old wizard's eyes were full of wisdom, "Remember, releasing magic requires emotion. This is just an appearance. Fundamentally, what is needed is the wizard's will."
"I dare say that even the most outstanding wizards may not be able to say this."
"Remember, wizards are gods."
"As a god, command your magic power, command this world, tell it, tell everything, obey your instructions, and comply with your requirements."
Anton gave a thumbs up, "So domineering!"
The old wizard smiled, "Try it?"
"Just give it a try, what's there to be afraid of?"
So they stayed on the beach for another three days. On the penultimate day, Anton had eaten all the food he brought with him.
But he still didn't feel hungry, and just kept waving his wand.
Until a certain moment, the arrow of light in the air spun wildly and stopped towards 11 o'clock.
"Hahahahahahaha, I succeeded." Anton jumped up and down with excitement.
"Really? Really!" The old wizard laughed beside him, clearly feeling the process of life dissipating. He looked at someone who continued his research and continued to move forward. Suddenly, he felt that after his death, he had not completely disappeared from this world.
Even though it was a little bastard who killed him.
"You are simply a treasure!" Anton's exclamation made him even more elated.
"That's right," the old wizard proudly puffed out his headless chest. "Little bastard, just based on this lesson, I'm worthy of you calling me teacher."
"You must remember this rule: wizards are gods. This is the foundation of all my research."
Anton couldn't agree more. It seemed like a simple casting of a cursor to automatically point, but only by doing it could you feel that wonderful sense of control.
From the Harry Potter fan fiction he had read, the vast majority of wizards in this world were still at the level of casting spells. Very few could actually study and develop their own theories.
"If you were not a dark wizard, your reputation would not be lower than Snape."
"Really?" The old wizard muttered, and finally sneered, "Although I hate my cold-blooded teacher, if he hadn't led me on the path of a dark wizard, I would not have achieved such results in Potions and Spells."
"Little bastard, I know what you think of me, haha, because I have a bastard teacher like you."
Anton shrugged, "Yes, if you were still alive, I would still find a way to kill you."
"Haha." The old wizard laughed so hard that his head in his hands shook, "It's really interesting."
"Then you will see my teacher soon."
"???" Anton was stunned, "Isn't your teacher dead?"
The old wizard did not answer, but smiled mysteriously, "Using the 'Liquid of Fiery Flame' that I researched to kill me, the teacher is still so annoying."