Anton felt a thick magical glow fill his vision. The whirring of wood, stone, gears, wrenches, and everything else around him stopped. Even the swaying house fell silent.
For a moment, the world suddenly became utterly still.
Then,
boom!
A massive explosion echoed, and the entire space seemed to have been madly shaken, the cap of a Coke bottle being opened, squeezing and blasting outward.
The traceless extension spell on the island cabin cracked.
Everything within, covering over a thousand square meters, exploded within this small cabin of just over twenty square meters.
Everyone was ejected.
"Come on, broom!" Anton didn't know the come on spell, but he mastered a magical skill: 'The wizard is a god.' As long as the will to cast the spell is strong enough, even beyond normal, then some spells don't require such strict intonation, recitation, or technique.
The flying broom flew through countless ruins and air currents, quickly arriving before him, carrying Anton and Anna in his arms and soaring into the sky.
At that moment, Snape continued to cast spells frantically. A terrifying beam of magical light pierced the sky, crushing everything in its path before striking the goblin Pedro in the chest.
Pedro erupted in a vast rainbow of blood. The purple goblin puppet behind him vanished, his shield vanishing.
He fell to the sea like a rag doll.
The broom swooped down, and with a precise flick, the broom's tail pierced the vest of Pedro's suit, dangling him in mid-air.
Combined with the suitcase in Anna's arms, the broom was weighed down, slumping to the surface, unable to rise.
Almost immediately, the werewolf leaped from the wreckage, its massive claws slamming into Snape's face.
Snape spun 360 degrees, flying alongside Anton.
A splash.
A great wave of water drenched the three of them.
"Roar!"
The werewolf landed on all fours, roaring at Anton and the others in the sea. He grabbed a handful of mechanical debris and hurled it at them.
"Shit!"
Anton swung his broomstick again, launching the goblin by its tail onto a large wooden plank floating in the water. He soared into the air.
Stones, thick wooden pillars, cauldrons, and other objects rained down upon them like a hail of cannonballs.
Anton deftly controlled his broomstick, quickly mastering its use thanks to the old wizard's pursuit. Just then, a figure burst into the water.
Snape! It soared, catching the wind, without any aids!
The Flying Charm!
Anton had seen a short video explaining this spell. Throughout the Harry Potter stories, only two people could fly unaided: Snape and Voldemort.
This advanced Dark Arts spell was said to have been invented by Voldemort.
"Show it!"
Anton looked at Snape with glittering eyes. He loved this spell. Snape looked around indifferently, his eyes full of murderous intent, and then he saw Anton.
"Damn!" Anton was startled by his stare, and Snape raised his arm, grabbing his wand. "My idol!" Anton cried affectionately, tears in his eyes. "
I almost died! Whoa! It's good to see you again! You're not dead!"
"Hahaha, you're not dead! You really are my idol!" The young wizard was visibly delighted, thrashing excitedly, almost falling off his broom. He quickly regained his balance, frightened.
Snape's mouth twisted and he turned his head silently to look at the werewolf on the island. "Lupin!" The moonlit werewolf ran anxiously around the small island, roaring, trying to find a place to escape, but the water receded and stopped him. So he could only roar at Snape and Anton in the sky.
Snape looked at him silently and raised his wand arm again.
"Idol!" said a voice in the distance.
The young wizard looked at him nervously.
"Are you really going to kill him? Don't look how terrifying he is now. In fact, he's just a poor man infected by a werewolf bite."
Snape turned his head and saw the young wizard blinking his large, innocent eyes.
Whoosh! The spell pierced the sky and grazed Anton's hair.
Scorching heat emanated from the spell's light, and goosebumps instantly formed on Anton's neck. However, Anton simply stared at him, his eyes filled with determination.
"Idol, killing is wrong!"
The young wizard's words were so simple and full of justice. His young heart always steadfastly held the purest part of the world.
"You are my hero. How could you kill someone? Back then, you followed the great Dumbledore to defeat the Great Demon. Everyone praised your feat. Don't you know that the entire Wanderer Camp was filled with cheers for you?"
"But!" the young wizard was almost on the verge of tears, screaming heartbreakingly, with disbelief and resolve,
"How could you be a murderer!"
"Swish!"
A blinding curse slashed before his eyes, this time even closer, practically grazing his skin.
"All right! I did my best!"
Anton lifted his broom in a swift motion and, with a hiss, fled.
The world finally fell silent. Snape looked back at the werewolf. "Lupin!" his voice was gravelly. "If it weren't for you, a sanctimonious bastard, who paired that piece of shit with Lily, Lily wouldn't have died there!" "You're indiscriminate. If someone's good to you, you bend over backwards to please them like a lowly puppy."
Snape sneered, his eyes brimming with anger. "But you idiot, Potter doesn't believe anything you say. He only believes that bastard. He only tells that bastard about the Fidelius Curse!"
Hahahaha, no one believes you." "Just because you're a werewolf, haha, just because you're a werewolf."
As Snape spoke, tears came to his eyes. "They always like to define people like this. You are a werewolf, so you can't be fully trusted. I like the dark arts, so Lily thinks I'm hopeless and wants to draw a line between us."
"Shit, everything is shit!"
"Die! Lupin, if you die, you won't have to live such a tiring life!" Snape looked at the werewolf with sympathy and sentenced him to death.
"Invisible Sharpness!"
Whoosh!
"Armor!"
A shield of blue light appeared in front of the werewolf, repelling the Invisible Sharpness spell.
Anton returned alone on a flying broom, spun his tail, and stopped nearby.
Snape looked at him coldly, "I thought I had given you two chances."
Anton smiled brightly, his white teeth gleaming in the moonlight, "Yes, sometimes I think I'm just a moron."