Hogwarts' Gray Wizard's Apprentice 385 You're so fucking mentality. Anton took a deep breath and shook his head, causing the silver light filled with retina to dissipate.

When I looked closely, the three-headed dementor had already lie on both ends, and the other end was connected by the black soul line transformed into by his arm.

At this time, he held the "pale spine" in his other hand, and countless silver lights flowed out of the end of this magic medium, turning the entire cell into a silver ocean.

In the ocean, it seems that everyone is filled with happiness.

There were laughter everywhere in the prison.

The laughter echoed in the prison, and there was an inexplicable strange feeling.

Sirius was holding the air with one hand and laughing, "Potter, let's teach that disgusting slug a lesson, haha, I'm the one who makes a move this time..."

Bella held the railing, her face full of admiration and smirk, and her eyes were filled with stars, "Master, there is really nothing to stump you."

Anton glanced at the dementor, then looked at the 'pale spine' in his hand, and leaned back tactically.

"Armn curse?"

"Hushen Guard?"

"Angnara?"

"A ray of sunshine?"

To be honest, he was a little confused now and tried to let the dementor go. Seeing it fall to the ground, he found that the black lines of soul turned into by his arm were all immersed in from the dementor's mouth, still maintaining a connection.

The ‘pale spine’ was not able to let go.

The terrifying negative emotions were pouring towards him through the dementors, and the mind protected by the "Ray of Sunlight" spell quickly mobilized the opposite power.

In short, this thing seems to be a mixture of several spells, which is released by Anton, and it can also be regarded as a spell released by the dementor.

Anton's heart moved and inexplicably felt that he had reached a critical point.

The knowledge I learned in the past is surging in my mind. On that long list, countless information jumped to the level of thinking of the soul.

Can you imagine recalling the details of everything from childhood to adulthood at the same time?

All memories are active in the mind at the same time.

The head will explode.

But not, Anton felt particularly sober, and even felt that the "ray of sunshine" in his head was warm and very comfortable.

The magic of this spell appeared surgingly from the depths of his soul, and then rushed around through the "pale spine".

Very cool ~

Extremely cool ~

Anton has never had the feeling of controlling such a powerful spell. Oh, there is still some. The last time he used the Forgotten Spell to reset the "Tom's Wreck" and released the tickling spell at Hogwarts.

No, this time it's stronger.

It's powerful to a certain dimension.

Anton vaguely touched a trace of reality in the lowest secret of the magic world.

But what should I do at this time? Anton cannot let the spell be released endlessly, and the consequences will be too bad.

"The wizard is the god. I can do it, try to control this spell."

“Ahhhh~~~”

"What are you going to do next!"

Anton looked around in confusion, and suddenly his eyes lit up, "Yes, forgetting curse, adjust memory, memory control emotions, emotions stimulate magic."

"Yes, that's it, not just emotions, will, emotions, desires, fears, etc., everything is OK."

"Professor Voldemort said, be elegant and natural, so that you can control magic."

“Yes, that’s it.”

Anton took a deep breath and murmured in his mouth, "Forgetful curse, yes, one to one, one to one, one to one, one to one, one to one, one to one, one to one, I can do it, don't hurry, take it slowly."

He held the 'pale spine' and waved it gently, ignoring the silver light coming from it, "All forgetfulness is empty!"

Whoosh ~

"Hahaha, Potter, Potter!" Sirius jumped with a smile, his face full of childlike cheerfulness. Suddenly, he was stunned and scratched his head in confusion, "Hey, who is Potter?"

Whoosh ~

"Woooooooooooooo~~Port, why do you guys die? It's all my fault, it's all my fault!" Sirius's puzzled face suddenly collapsed, and he knelt on the ground and cried loudly, "It's all my fault that I killed you, I deserve to die!"

Swallowing ~~~

"Haha, Little Dwarf, you are such a clever trick. You have come up with such a vulgar method." Sirius jumped up again and patted the air beside him. "I knew that we robbers cannot do anything, and each of us four is useful. Little Dwarf, Little Dwarf, why are you crying? Hey, Lupin, please comfort him, why are you giggling next to you..."

Swallows swishes swishes swishes ~~~

"Who is it, who betrayed Potter, Lupin? No, it's impossible!" Sirius's face was distorted, his eyes were filled with anger and unforgettable hatred, "It must be the Little Dwarf, yes, it must be him! Peter! I want to kill you! I want to kill you!"

Sirius is not an isolated case. The entire island and the entire Azkaban are filled with ghosts and howlings, sometimes crying together, and sometimes laughing and laughing together...

Extremely cunning.

Anton held the 'pale spine' and shook violently, "Ha, I found it!"

Whoosh ~

Finally, this spell casting medium no longer emits silver light and turns black and gray.

This light is like a thin layer of veil. Wherever you pass, everything is silent, and the air around you seems to be condensed, and despair and white frost spread.

Everyone seemed to hear countless noisy murmurs in their ears - it was a collective ocean constructed by countless negative emotions of human beings.

Anger, sadness, despair, fear...

Everything just came to my mind. If it weren't for the effect of the dementor, it was probably that someone who had hit the wall and died of Azkaban's death after that.

Anton stared at all this with wide eyes, "Holding the grass, cow, it turned out to be this change."

He continued to take a deep breath, "Don't be anxious, don't panic, be calm before you can be calm, be calm after you can be at peace."

“Yes, continue.”

"Every one to pull, one to pull, one to pull, one to pull, one to pull, be elegant."

Swallowing ~~

The curse that emerged from the "Pale Spine" changed again, as if the rain had passed and the sky was clear. The dark clouds dissipated and the sun shone, making people's hearts warm.

Small Book Pavilion

So, everyone seemed to be healed.

All the faces were filled with peaceful and peaceful smiles.

Whoosh~~~

"Woooooooooooooooo~~~Port, Lily, I'm sorry for you."

Oh my God!

Anton frowned and looked at Sirius who was screaming in the prison cell opposite, you are sick, aren't you?

Swallow~~~

"Hahahahahahahahahahahaha." Sirius grabbed the railing, squeezed his head hard on the railing, and laughed wildly at Anton opposite, "Hahahaha..."

“!!!”

...

...

Lucius has been in a state of extreme entanglement these days, his tense appearance and his nervousness that he wants to speak but stops almost made Narcissa think that this old man is going to file for divorce from her.

As smart as Lucius, he obviously discovered that "Voldemort was locked in Azkaban" was an excellent opportunity.

However, the smarter you are, the easier it is to get into a stubborn position.

He fell into a state of worrying about gains and losses.

He analyzed every possibility in detail, and each one made him feel desperate.

In the end, he made up his mind.

Of course, this decision was not made by him. Someone visited Malfoy Manor and helped him make it.

Dumbledore.

Lao Deng just asked, "My student, can I still believe in your loyalty?" Lucius was like a camel crushed by straw, with only nodding.

What can I do? Since several of their school managers fired Dumbledore and supported Lohart as principal, Lucius never saw any kind eyes on Dumbledore's face again.

All there is is a dreadful majesty.

Sure enough, only the wrong name is given, and no wrong nickname is given, White Demon King, he is also the Demon King.

So they came to Sclinger, director of the Auror office of the Ministry of Magic, and asked this question again.
To be continued...