Chapter 103 Expecto Patronum
Sepsis Herb is an important component of the 'Wizard's Eye' potion.
This thing is highly toxic, not just the various potion ingredients, but the 'Wizard's Eye' potion itself is also highly toxic.
The old wizard drank it for decades, and his body eventually became extremely fragile, to the point where he didn't dare touch a single drop of any potion, which is what gave Anton the opportunity to counter-attack and kill him.
After inheriting this knowledge, Anton has been tirelessly trying to improve it, and using only the first half of the Sepsis Herb was just one small modification.
Now, the 'Wizard's Eye' potion he concocts can be consumed by a normal wizard without any side effects.
But he still hasn't stopped exploring.
Following the old wizard's theory of 'the unity of potions and spells,' Anton is eager to turn this 'Wizard's Eye' potion into a spell.
This is very difficult.
It was at times like this that Anton realized just how amazing people like Voldemort and Snape, who invented spells, were.
He invented the bionic spell, but only he could use it.
To turn this spell into a combination of incantation, hand gesture, and emotion that others could also use, he needed to study the essence of this spell more deeply.
He was trying to simulate the effects of the 'Wizard's Eye' potion.
This was something he had only recently realized.
If he could achieve it, it would be more convenient for him and save a large amount of potion ingredients.
There were two ways to do this, have another person drink the potion while he drew the magical image.
Another way was to drink the potion and then use the Soul-Shifting Charm to transfer into someone else's body to observe himself.
But no matter which method, he had not yet found a suitable subject.
Neville?
Anton thought about it and dismissed the idea, he didn't trust Neville as much as he said he did, trust was something that needed to be accumulated, it couldn't be achieved with just a few words, otherwise, one would be a fool.
He was extremely familiar with a potion ingredient like Sepsis Herb, he could feel its aura with his eyes closed.
If Neville didn't handle it well, it would just take a little more time to sort through it.
"Do a good job!"
"I have to go out for something, when you're done, go back to the dormitory and sleep, if you see anything you like in the small shop at the very front, you can take one for yourself, as a reward to welcome a new member to our Weasley's Hut."
Neville's eyes lit up, "Can... can I really?"
Anton nodded with a smile, "George and the others happen to be busy, otherwise we would have had a celebration for the new member's arrival today."
He left the Weasley's Hut.
Carrying his broomstick, he came to a certain place in the Forbidden Forest.
He had discovered this place while searching for magical creatures with Quirrell during this period.
A sandy area half the size of a football field, surrounded by woods on three sides, with the fourth side being a small rocky hill made of countless piled-up stones.
This place was very suitable for practicing spells.
On the other side of the rocky hill, an Elephant-Eating Vine was planted, guarding a small cave formed by a crack in the rocks.
Anton would usually hide inside when he was tired, entering 'Mother Tom's Embrace' to recover from the effects of the spell, come to think of it, it seemed like he hadn't been back to the dormitory to sleep for a long time.
Pressing his lips together, Anton drew his wand, he had a resilience that ordinary people lacked, after getting this spell, he seemed to have lost the need for sleep.
But it didn't make much difference.
Why sleep, there's plenty of time to sleep after you're dead.
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The next day, Saturday, Anton went to Head of House Snape's office as scheduled.
Old Snape was very strange today, staring straight at Anton for a long time.
"What's wrong?" Anton quickly touched his face, could it be that he had dark circles from not sleeping for a long time? That can't be right, Voldemort's spell was much better than sleeping.
"I'm not teaching you potions today." Snape led him to an abandoned classroom.
It had to be said, Hogwarts Castle was really huge, and many classrooms were almost always vacant.
"Today, I'm going to teach you a spell."
Anton blinked curiously, "Sectumsempra?!!!"
He was excited!
Anton knew where Snape's Half-Blood Prince's notebook was and had taken a peek. Although he couldn't use Dark Arts because of the curse Dumbledore had placed on him, he had firmly memorized the incantation.
This spell was much more useful than any Unforgivable Curse.
And it had a counter-curse, which was simply perfect.
Perfect, after Snape taught him today, he could use this move openly in the future.
"..." Snape was silent for a moment, staring at Anton, "You cannot use Dark Arts."
Anton shrugged helplessly, "I know."
He pouted, "My idol, you and Dumbledore are both very good at Dark Arts, yet you turn around and demand that I can't use them, is that reasonable?"
Snape's mouth twitched, "..."
"You should say that to Dumbledore yourself, and stop that foolish form of address, call me Head of House Snape!"
"Okay."
"Today I'm teaching you Expecto Patronum, a severely underestimated spell." As Snape spoke of this spell, he fell silent for a long time, his expression complex, as if lost in thought.
"Expecto Patronum?" Anton couldn't understand why Snape would suddenly want to teach him this spell.
To control the pace of the class? To take an occasional break and change things up?
Probably not, his idol's private lessons were only once a week.
_Compared to him, Professor Voldemort was much more responsible, he said Sundays, but he would actually teach him things every few days.
"Learn it!"
Snape's voice was low, his face more serious than ever before.
"Every week!"
"I want you to cast it for me once every week!" Snape's hollow eyes stared intently at Anton, "The moment you can't cast it, I will expel you from Hogwarts!"
Hiss~
Anton sucked in a sharp breath.
Oh my god~
Are you serious?
"What kind of bizarre requirement is this?" Anton found it unacceptable, "Do you feel you need to follow in Dumbledore's footsteps and place a restriction on me too?"
Snape didn't explain, he just started explaining the spell on his own.
"The key to casting this spell is to concentrate, and think of your happiest memory."
"This spell is generally thought to be used to repel Dementors and Lethifolds, but in fact, its uses are far greater."
"First, we can use it to confirm identities, Dark wizards, especially Death Eaters, none of them can cast a Patronus." As Snape spoke, he saw Anton's strange expression and couldn't help but narrow his eyes, "Do you have an opinion?"
"No, no!" Anton waved his hands frantically.
Indeed, he had seen in videos in his past life that Snape was the only Death Eater who could cast a Patronus, it was incredible.
So...
Is old Snape planning to use this method to determine if I'm a Death Eater?
To determine when I've completely thrown myself under Voldemort's command?
Anton was a little puzzled, if he remembered correctly, Snape didn't know that Voldemort was possessing the back of Quirrell's head, so why would he be worried about him becoming a Death Eater?
Because he was also taking Quirrell's class?
If that was the case, Snape was being too modest, if one were to be influenced by a professor and become a Death Eater, Quirrell, a temporary Horcrux and the Dark Lord's slave, was a total nobody compared to a top Death Eater like Snape.
"Besides identifying people, we can also use the Patronus to send messages."
"Most importantly, it represents the last pure place in your heart, and it also guards the purity deep within your heart." Snape's voice was magnetic, a faint, almost imperceptible smile on his face, "It protects you, accompanies you, and prevents you from completely becoming a terrible person."
Anton wrinkled his little face, inexplicably feeling like he had just been fed expired dog food.