Anton was incredibly resilient. Even as the forest rained incessantly, he persevered daily in practicing the 'Dislocation Spell'.
The feeling of grasping it, yet unable to grasp it, made him feel like he might not have mastered it yet.
"You've clearly strayed," the old wizard appeared from nowhere.
Anton smiled slightly, "Didn't you bother Pedro today?"
The old wizard chuckled, "He was annoyed by me and activated the time turner. I guess he planned to go back a few days ago to prevent himself from signing the 'Unbreakable Vow' spell with you and kick you out of the house."
Anton was stunned, "Can it be like this?"
The old wizard shook the hand that was holding his head as if shaking his head, "Impossible."
"He can't change anything. No one can change anything with a time turner."
"Besides, he still has an 'Unbreakable Vow' spell on him. If he prevents himself from signing it with you, Lupin will never fall into his hands, and he will have no chance to fulfill the agreement. The only ending is that he will die directly in the time stream."
"Ha ha ha, my stupid teacher."
After the daily routine of teasing his stupid teacher, the old wizard entered the teaching state.
"Dark magic can't be practiced by just practicing in front of a tree. Although you seem to be doing it well now, you have only learned it superficially."
Anton nodded. "I think so too. I always feel like something is missing."
The old wizard floated closer. "If it were before, I might not be able to give you a very profound answer. I can only tell you that dark magic is used to kill people, not for fun. You have to kill people to be effective."
"Now I have a new understanding of life and magic."
"Little bastard, remember, wherever life passes, there will be traces."
"You killed someone, and that person's tragic situation will be deeply imprinted in your memory and deep in your soul, and this is the most essential source of power for dark magic."
"This memory, this experience, will quietly change your heart and your will, and thus be reflected in the magic released by your will."
"You use the Cruciatus Curse to torture someone. The longer the torture, the more you will understand the heart-wrenching wails and the distortion of the body. This is the secret of the Cruciatus Curse."
"This kind of talk is a bit profound. I don't know if you can understand it."
"I understand," Anton muttered. "To translate, effective spellcasting increases proficiency."
"???" Now the old wizard was confused.
"Nothing, just some strange language that doesn't quite fit the bill, but I understand it. Teacher, please continue."
"Alright," the old wizard said sadly. "I didn't understand it before, and no matter how simple you explain it, I still can't understand it now that I've become a ghost."
Haha.
That's unnecessary. You wouldn't understand this kind of thing even if you were alive.
Anton invited the old wizard to his oak cabin, found the parchment, and first wrote down the words he had just said, then continued to listen attentively.
"Follow this line of thought, and you'll discover something very wonderful." The old wizard rested his head on the man's neck, maintaining his dignity as a teacher.
"Your life, your memories, your experiences, these will become necessary factors that affect magic."
"Only if you experience enough things can you go further on the road of magic."
"And among them, you must not forget that your will must be carried out throughout. When your experience becomes the nourishment of your will, you will be able to easily control those so-called various magics that require emotions." "
Well, now that we have finished these theories, let's do something practical."
"You have read my diary, and you should know that there are two spells that I am best at."
Anton's eyes lit up, "The Cruciatus Curse and the Shield Charm, the Shield Charm!"
"Ha ha ha." The old wizard smiled, "It seems that you have grasped the key point, which is the Shield Charm."
"You are obviously confused by this ordinary-sounding name, thinking it is a very simple spell." The old wizard waved his hand proudly, "No, in fact, there may be many people who understand it, but there won't be too many people who are proficient in it, even in the Ministry of Magic." Anton was surprised, "Ministry of Magic?"
The old wizard nodded with a smile, and his head fell off instantly. He quickly caught it and put it back on.
P.S. In the original novel, the twins proudly told Harry Potter in their magic shop that the Ministry of Magic had ordered hundreds of protective gear incorporating the Shield Charm, because even within the Ministry, few knew how to cast it.
"Knowing doesn't mean mastering it," the old wizard said, waving his arms. "When you're attacked, when you're facing a head-on battle and you're nervous, many spells that you normally cast won't work. That's when you realize how shallow your understanding of the spell is."
"The Shield Charm is a very promising spell. Can you imagine yourself becoming a master of it?"
Anton swallowed.
The old wizard continued describing the marvelous scene. "Except for the Killing Curse cast by an extremely powerful Dark Wizard, all other attacks will be ineffective against you. You simply stand there, untouchable."
"And coincidentally, while I can't be called a master of the Ironclad Charm, I'm certainly proficient in it."
"First, before I even explain the basics, let me tell you the secret to mastering this spell."
"That's the wizard's will!"
Anton's eyes lit up, and he interjected, "The wizard is a god!"
"Hahaha, you little bastard are truly clever. Yes, that's right, the same old saying: command your magic, command this spell, command it to withstand all harm."
The old wizard was clearly well prepared.
From the initial corrections to pronunciation and hand gestures, to the later stages of cleverly speeding up the incantation to shorten the casting time, the old wizard then began to recount in detail the 384 Ironclad Charms he had cast over the past sixty years since learning them, commenting and explaining each scene and reaction.
This course was destined to be a lengthy one.
Anton stayed in his little room every day, diligently absorbing the old wizard's experience.
The notes on his desk had piled up into a small mountain.
Until one day,
Anna knocked on Anton's door.
"Mr. Pedro, please come over. Tonight is the full moon night."
Before Anton could respond, the old wizard started to laugh strangely. "Great! Finally, I get to appreciate my stupid teacher's stupid method for doing a stupid thing."
He sank straight into the ground.
No one knew how he'd made it through the stone door and back to the island cabin.
Anna looked curiously at the towering pile of parchment, covered in handwriting. Clearly, it was some kind of document. "You've written so much lately?"
Her childhood had meant she'd had little contact with people her own age.
When Anton first arrived, she'd been delighted, thinking she'd finally have a friend. (He was only nine.)
Sadly, however, the little boy had no intention of becoming her friend.
The first time he came, he carried a middle-aged man on his back and sat in a chair, eyes closed, in silence. On
subsequent visits, aside from practicing spells in the woods for the first few days, he'd remained confined to his room.
She was curious, but according to aristocratic etiquette, a lady couldn't just knock on the door of a single man; it was unseemly.
The little boy didn't answer her immediately. He simply stared at the documents with a strange expression, then let out a long, deep sigh, as if he'd let something go.
He smiled brightly at her, his smile particularly relaxed and comfortable, "Yes, this is the spell my teacher taught me."