"It seems you've recovered well." Madam Pomfrey was very pleased.
In the afternoon, Anton was discharged from the hospital again. Hey, why say again?
By this time, the afternoon classes were already over, so Anton couldn't be bothered to go back to the dormitory and headed straight for the Weasley shack outside the castle.
Professor Snape's and Professor Voldemort's classes always sparked countless inspirations in him.
He found that, just as Voldemort had said, casting spells elegantly, effortlessly, and with a light touch, he seemed to have one of his own.
The Levitation Charm!
Oh, and a 'moving action figure'.
Making objects float, making earth take shape, whenever he waved his wand, it was so effortless.
It was as if magic had truly become an extension of his own will.
No, not will!
It was thought.
The environment changes with the mind, without needing a firm will or intense emotions, the effect of the spell changes along with his own changing thoughts.
At that moment, magic felt like an extension of himself.
Anton was eager to go back and check the old wizard's previously recorded diagrams of the Levitation Charm's magical image.
There must be something different!
Returning to the shack, he opened the trunk, jumped in, and found the diagrams.
Anton fell into deep thought.
"I think I've discovered something new!"
If magic comes from the soul, then different souls should have different magic.
Based on the knowledge Voldemort had been teaching him for a long time, Anton even felt that—everyone, every unique soul, would have their own inclination towards certain spells they excelled at.
This thing, it's a bit like...
"A signature spell? An innate talent?" Anton's eyes lit up.
"Following this line of thought..." Anton drew his wand, "I should be more relaxed, more at ease, the effect of the Levitation Charm will definitely be different, it should be more versatile and powerful!"
Jumping out of the trunk and letting the Elephant-Eating Vine pull the trunk underground, Anton fell into deep thought.
He pursed his lips, "Some people's signature spell is the Memory Charm, the Disarming Charm, or the Killing Curse, but why the heck is mine the Levitation Charm?"
He couldn't figure it out.
According to this theory, the souls and magic of house-elves are absolutely unique, because they are extremely skilled at Apparition.
He felt inexplicably a little resentful.
He patted his stomach, only food could comfort him at a time like this.
All in all, last night was truly fruitful, great.
At this moment, the sun was setting, the evening clouds in the sky were a brilliant red, the water of the Black Lake rippled, and faintly...
"?"
Was that a faint, strange crying sound?
And it was coming from behind a large cobblestone by the lake. Anton drew his wand, intending to go around it.
The wizarding world had all sorts of strange things, he wasn't a cat, he didn't have that much curiosity.
Just then, a figure behind the large stone stood up and looked at him in confusion, "Anthony?"
Anton blinked, "Neville?"
The chubby boy had tear stains on his face and his clothes were dirty, looking utterly pitiful.
"What happened?"
Neville sniffled, "Malfoy... he threw my Remembrall into the lake!"
"Goyle and the others bullied me too."
Anton shrugged, "What a bad kid."
He was in no mood to uphold justice, in these past few years, he had come to understand a principle in the wizarding world, if you want dignity, if you want to protect your property, and even your life, you can only rely on yourself!
Don't want to be bullied? Then don't let yourself become weak!
"I can't lose the Remembrall, my grandmother will be angry." Neville sobbed.
"Then get it back!" Anton looked at him, "Do everything you can to get it back, instead of standing aside and crying!"
"But..." Neville looked at the Black Lake with some fear, "They say there are merpeople in there, a giant squid, a Kelpie, and..."
"But you are a wizard!" Anton looked at him coldly.
"Look at you, so timid, when you encounter a problem, you should find a way to solve it, not be afraid." Anton's tone became high-pitched and rapid as he walked forward, "You are a wizard, you are inherently superior to merpeople, you are inherently superior to the squid, you are inherently superior to the Kelpie, you, are a noble wizard!"
Neville stared at him blankly, his face flushing red, "I... I'm a wizard? Right, I'm a wizard!"
"That's more like it, what's the use of crying, you should be thinking of a solution." Anton smiled and patted his shoulder, turning to walk towards the castle, "Think of a good solution."
"Can you help me?"
Neville's question came from behind.
Stunned, he turned back to find the little boy clenching his fists and looking at him earnestly and sincerely, his flushed face clearly showing he had mustered all his courage. "Can you help me? The Remembrall is really important to me!"
The corner of Anton's mouth twitched, "Your solution is to ask me for help?"
Neville nodded vigorously.
"Hehe~" Anton laughed, "I'm a Slytherin, Neville, you know, it's different, if you want my help, you have to pay a price."
Suddenly, an idea struck him, and he looked at Neville seriously.
If his memory served him right, or if the novel he read wasn't a fan-fiction with secondary settings, Neville was not only the Sword Saint of Gryffindor but also a child with an extreme talent for Herbology.
This guy also married the steadfast Hannah, who supposedly ended up as the owner of the Leaky Cauldron and also took over Madam Pomfrey's mantle?
Oh, no, getting sidetracked.
Back to Neville, this guy eventually became the Herbology professor at Hogwarts.
Anton raised an eyebrow, he seemed to have found the most suitable lab assistant, Neville Longbottom!
He walked over with a grin, looking at Neville with a smile that scared the little kid into shrinking back.
"So, Neville, may I ask if you lost a golden Remembrall, or a silver Remembrall?"
"Huh?" Neville stared at him blankly, "No... no, just a regular Remembrall."
"Excellent!"
"An honest child!"
Anton drew his wand again and turned to face the Black Lake.
"Actually, the most suitable spell right now is the Summoning Charm." Anton rolled his shoulders, "But, I suddenly had a magical idea and plan to give it a try."
"This attempt is dangerous because it will exhaust all my magic, but it will also allow me to properly verify another idea."
Anton's low murmur clearly frightened Neville, who looked at his somewhat neurotic classmate and swallowed hard.
"If I'm not mistaken, then I should be extremely good at this."
Anton waved his wand elegantly, muttering to himself.
"I have to be exceptionally, exceptionally talented."
He raised both hands high.
"As long as I firmly believe!"
Gently, lightly, like the conductor of a symphony orchestra, he pressed his hands down.
Then, he flicked his wand sharply upwards.
The calm lake began to ripple with waves, crashing against the shore and creating high splashes.
"Yes..."
"This is the feeling..."