Chapter 104 Demiguise
Professor Snape proved with his actions that he had what it takes to be an excellent Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.
My idol clearly had an understanding of the Patronus Charm that ordinary wizards lacked.
For such an advanced spell, it was already incredibly difficult for the average person to cast it, yet my idol managed to explain it with such flair.
Watching Snape get more and more excited as he taught, Anton inexplicably felt that he was thoroughly enjoying teaching this defensive spell against the Dark Arts.
So, after Voldemort, I've now helped this dark wizard fulfill his wish of becoming a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor?
The thought processes of these two are simply bizarre, why on earth do they like it so much?
"Cast it for me to see!" Snape knew of Anton's learning ability, so after explaining some basic points, he focused on more advanced knowledge.
This was the experience gained from teaching him multiple times.
"Think of the happiest thing?"
"Yes." Snape stared at Anton, "Don't tell me you have no happy emotions!"
Snape's eyes glinted with a sharpness like that of Sectumsempra.
Anton pouted, "As long as one is human, there will be happy times, especially when eating seaweed."
"???" Snape's eyes were filled with confusion, "Seaweed?"
Anton shrugged.
It was just a meme from his past life.
But it seemed his past life wasn't all that happy.
Growing up in an orphanage, that place was nothing like in the movies, Anton only learned one word there—competition.
You had to compete for food, compete for a bed, compete for the affection of the matron and teachers, compete when someone considered adoption, and there were even quotas for the orphanage to send kids to high school...
It was during that time that Anton honed his excellent acting skills.
Pretending to be well-behaved.
He had to be very well-behaved and obedient, but not too well-behaved, or he would be considered not in need of worry and simply ignored.
After leaving the orphanage, he still had to compete.
Compete in studies, compete for part-time jobs.
Everyone vied for the good part-time jobs, the ones close to school, the easier ones, the ones with higher pay, all of these had to be fought for tooth and nail.
Especially the easier ones, this was particularly important, not because he was afraid of hard work, but because he had to save his energy for studying.
Only knowledge could change one's destiny. Anton had understood this principle since he was a child.
Then came university, entering the workforce, getting a mortgage on a house...
Except for the time he had a girlfriend, Anton didn't feel his past life was very happy.
But that girlfriend left too, and the happiness turned to sorrow, eventually fading into a faint scar, making it hard to tell whether it was happiness or sadness.
As for after transmigrating...
Heh, thanks to the old wizard's torment, Anton killed for the first time in this life without any psychological burden.
"Don't tell me..." Snape stared at Anton, seeing him hesitate to act, "You really can't cast it?"
Anton looked at Snape helplessly, "This is an advanced spell, you have to at least let me get into the mood!"
"It's an advanced spell for ordinary people." Snape shook his head, "For some, it's a simple spell that can be cast very easily."
Anton nodded, waved his wand, "Expecto Patronum!"
In his mind, he recalled that Christmas, the one where Ilsa asked him to blow up balloons, the old wizard brought a group of noisy friends to the house, and Lupin snatched their fireworks.
He was exceptionally happy then, exceptionally blissful.
Because, in two lifetimes, he, finally, had a home!
Bang!
Countless silver gases drifted out from the tip of his wand, and amidst the swirling mist, a small bird flew out.
It was chubby, palm-sized, and looked like an angry bird.
"That sub-dragon species?" Snape's expression was very strange, he glanced at this Patronus, then at Anton, then back at the Patronus...
The corner of his mouth curled up slightly.
Anton was in no mood to bother with Snape, he stared blankly at this Patronus.
This wasn't a sub-dragon species, this was a 'Chameleon Finch'.
Among the 'Bionic Spells', this was the only transformation spell he had researched not for the purpose of healing others.
A spell truly researched purely for himself.
After transforming into a Chameleon Finch, no one could see him, and he could fly.
That feeling was exceptionally carefree, exceptionally free, his whole being felt an unprecedented sense of ease.
Anton's expression was complicated, so, this was his heart's desire, a reflection of his inner self?
He suddenly understood a little why his talent was for the Levitation Charm.
...
...
At night, Anton went to the Forbidden Forest again.
There, the annoying Professor Quirrell was waiting for him.
Ever since he ran out of money for potions made from magical creature blood, Professor Quirrell had to come to the Forbidden Forest to catch one every few days.
He didn't succeed the day before yesterday, so he was bound to take action again this time.
"Perhaps you should find the recipe, and I can help you brew the blood into a potion, frequently coming to the Forbidden Forest to kill magical creatures is not only dangerous but also inefficient." Anton stared at Quirrell, somewhat impatiently.
Quirrell looked a bit helpless, "It's a potion brewed by a dark wizard in Knockturn Alley, it's his unique technique, I can't do anything about it."
"Cruciatus Curse!"
"Veritaserum!"
"Obliviate!"
"Imperius Curse!"
"There are so, so many ways, I can name countless ones off the top of my head." Anton stared at him coldly, "Just a dark wizard, no one would care if he died, and you're telling me you're helpless?"
Quirrell was clearly frightened, taking a trembling step back.
Anton sneered, and this kind of person planned to pledge allegiance to the Dark Lord?
Not loyal enough, not capable enough, not strong-willed enough, and his stance was even more wavering.
Old Voldy was really going downhill, to have found such a subordinate, just pick any of his former followers, not even the likes of Snape, Bella, Lucius, or Barty Crouch Jr., even Wormtail could have gotten the job done for the Dark Lord.
Shaking his head, Anton drew his wand.
"Let's go, the sooner we get this done, the sooner we can go back and rest."
He took the lead and walked deeper into the Forbidden Forest.
The pupil of one of Anton's eyes rapidly dilated, with specks of dark green light twinkling inside.
This was an advanced version of the 'Wizard's Eye' potion, affecting the vision of only one eyeball.
This thing was not only useful for observing the images displayed by magic, but also extremely effective for detection, a wizard was a large block of color, a magical creature was countless lines of magic, and a plant with magical properties had another effect.
It was even better than thermal imaging, even an invisibility cloak had its own unique magical image, making it particularly easy to identify.
Quirrell opened his mouth behind him, his raised hand about to say something, but he eventually lowered it, following behind Anton with a changing expression.
He didn't know when it started,
but this kid had faintly suppressed him, and now he was ordering him around, even taking the lead in the matter of finding magical creature blood.
He was very unwilling.
But...
Clearly, this kid was more capable than him.
Except for having some kind of hypocritical kindness.
Anton stopped Quirrell from killing the magical creatures in the Forbidden Forest, only allowing them to draw a suitable amount of blood, which forced them to find more magical creatures.
Although it was always a close call, the danger had increased.
But he was so suppressed that he couldn't even raise any objections!
So frustrating!
"Shh!" Anton raised his wand, slowly lowering his body and hiding behind a tree.
Heh, 'shh', what a coward, Quirrell sneered, then obediently hid behind another tree.
He peeked his head out to take a look.
He saw a magical creature that looked a lot like a monkey.
It looked very old, with a pair of long white eyebrows hanging down, mixed with its grayish-white fur all over its body, and the pupils in its brown eyes were wide.
It was a Demiguise, the hair of this magical creature could be used to make invisibility cloaks.
It was extremely expensive on the black market because this herbivorous creature was extremely difficult to catch, it could perceive the future, predict danger, and make itself invisible.
"Let's just go, we can't catch this kind of magical creature." Quirrell made an instant judgment.
Anton just beckoned with his hand, this was a gesture they had agreed on, it meant for Quirrell to go first, and Anton would catch up later.
"Tch!" Quirrell made a strange face, his mouth opening and closing as if saying something, but he still left quietly and lightly.
If he made a sound and startled the Demiguise, Quirrell had no doubt that this kid would directly hit him with a nasty curse.
Heh.
Hilarious.
Pretending to be so mature, yet still likes to stare at all kinds of small animals, just like a child at the zoo.
Ridiculous!
"Only one chance!"
Anton licked the corner of his mouth, the annoying Quirrell had left, he stared intently at a tree next to the Demiguise, only using his peripheral vision to glance at it.
His emotions were completely calm, neither happy nor sad.
This was the most crucial part, a gaze carries power, even Muggles, many people can feel others' gazes.
Only a gaze without emotion would not startle this Demiguise.
I must!
I must draw the magical image of this magical creature!
Especially the change at the moment of invisibility!
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