Chapter 526 His Heart Is as Cold as a Magic Wand

After the dinner, Professor McGonagall solemnly announced the rule against transforming werewolves in private, but this still couldn't stop the enthusiasm of the little wizards.

Everyone gathered together in twos and threes excitedly, as if they had endless things to say.

George and Fred were surrounded by a large number of senior friends.

"Hehe~, your eyes are wide open, don't blink!" Fred held the wand in his right hand, looked around, and found no figures of the professors, so he tapped his left hand with the wand.

His left hand suddenly began to grow bigger and longer, countless wolf hairs grew wildly, and sharp wolf claws protruded from the increasingly thick fingers.

The huge werewolf arms stretched the sleeves of the loose wizard robe so tightly that it almost fell to the ground.

"Wow~" All the little wizards were amazed.

One of the senior Hufflepuffs looked at Fred thoughtfully, "Hey Fred, can you cast magic now?"

Fred raised his eyebrows at him, a pair of fireworks exploded from the wand in his hand, his werewolf arm grabbed a stone on the ground, and with a strong grab, the stone shattered into several pieces!

"Merlin's beard, this is a great discovery, Fred, it is much more useful than turning into a werewolf alone!"

A girl said a little excitedly, she picked up the camera hanging around her neck, "Can I take a picture of you, and publish your discovery in the "Hogwarts Weekly"."

"Of course, Angelina." Fred laughed loudly, raised his werewolf arm, made a mighty gesture, and embraced his brother George with his right hand holding the wand, "But you made a mistake, it wasn't me What we discovered, we discovered together.”

"Hey, George, could you distort it too, it might work better." The girl adjusted the camera and lowered it again.

George suddenly felt Fred lightly grabbing his shoulder, and couldn't help but secretly smiled. His brother likes Angelina, who is on the same Quidditch team. He wanted to give him a chance. Don't grab him this time. What about his limelight?

Haha~

He simply changed two werewolf fingers and made a "yeah~" gesture.

Click!

The flash of the magic camera came on, and a puff of white smoke came out.

"How did you do it?" Angelina excitedly took out the notebook, and everyone else's eyes lit up.

"At first, it was to help Anton make the 'Werewolf Experience Candy'. You know, our brothers have been doing experiments with Anton." Fred smiled and changed his arm back to its original shape.

George shrugged, "Later, we read Anton's "Muggles, Werewolves, and Pure Blood" carefully, and we came up with such inspiration. The basic principles are clearly explained in the book."

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This group of good friends from senior years was chatting, and Neville walked past in a little silence.

He walked quietly along the shore of the Black Lake to the hut alone.

George and Fred had their stables, and Neville and Hannah had their greenhouses, but they all liked to go back to the cottage when they weren't busy, as if it was where they were rooted.

Neville, in particular, was in the hut almost every day after school and didn't go back until just before curfew.

"Hello, Mr. Eternal, Mr. Witness of History." Neville greeted the two stone monsters at the door, and walked into the hut.

When I came to Anton's laboratory in the deepest part of the first floor, I took out a dead twig of the vine, held it in my hand, and whispered the activated spell, "Go forward!"

(Eat elephant vine dead branches, see Chapter 214 for details)

The food elephant vine hut seemed to come alive, countless vines twisted and weaved a downward staircase on the ground in front of him.

Neville walked in slowly, glanced at a strange man sitting quietly in the corner, ignored him, and walked straight towards the experiment bench.

This weirdo can go without eating or sleeping, and sit for a whole day without moving.

If it hadn't been for one time when he came over curiously to watch him concoct the potion and gave him some pointers, Neville would have thought it was another inexplicable thing Anton had created.

Neville pulled out a suitcase from the shelf, which contained some potion ingredients that his family had found for him.

He skillfully handled the ingredients of the potion and heated the cauldron by the way.

This is the 23rd time that this potion has been prepared. From being clumsy at the beginning, Neville can almost close his eyes to make this potion now.

He didn't know the name of this potion. Anton's ideas were always wild, and he wrote a lot of potion formulas without names in his notepad, and he didn't seem to bother to name them.

Finally, after adding all the potion ingredients into the crucible, Neville stirred it with his wand, observed some dark green dots in it, and then pulled out his wand.

Next, this potion needs to be boiled for 5 minutes, even if it is completely prepared.

Taking advantage of this emptiness, Neville came to the corner, where there was a beast pen woven with elephant vines, in which a group of little white rabbits bought from the Muggle world were raised.

Although the Elephant Elephant Vine would devour the little white rabbit's excrement as nourishment, there was still a faint foul smell here.

"Clean up!"

Neville waved his wand habitually to clean up the animal stables, and found some animal food prepared by George and the others to feed them.

He patrolled for a while, and finally caught a small rabbit that looked a bit unhealthy inside, and carried it to the front of the experiment table. Just in time, the potion in the crucible was also prepared.

Carefully use some tools to scoop out some of the potion that only has a shallow layer inside, and feed it to the rabbit.

Then, throw the rabbit into the open space beside him.

The rabbit jumped on the ground quickly, and suddenly began to twist and change, gradually turning into an adult wizard with pale skin, no nose, bald head and black wizard robes.

The noseless adult wizard walked around on the ground with bare feet, and let out a strange smile of "Hey hey hey~".

Neville ignored him and carefully packed the remaining potion in the cauldron into a glass bottle.

"There should be two more changes..." He muttered in a low voice, put away the bottle, and tidied up the laboratory table.

Then he pulled out his wand and turned to look at the wizard.

"Cruciate!"

Simply and neatly, in just an instant, a lightning-like spell shot out from the tip of his wand and hit the adult wizard directly.

"Ahhh~~~"

The wizard let out a shrill cry, his body twisted and fell to the ground and twitched, as if he was accepting the most terrible punishment in the world.

Neville looked at him calmly, still maintaining the magic connection of the wand in his hand, the magic spell that was originally like lightning light turned into plasma, dripping down little by little.

At the beginning of doing this kind of thing, Neville was panicked inside.

It was Anton who helped him the most, and Hannah, George, and Fred, who cared about him.

But now, it has been 7 months, a full seven months, nearly a hundred of these wizards who can laugh at him have been killed, and now they are all thrown into a deep pit in the corner.

Neville's heart was as cold as his wand.

Anton said that black magic is used to kill people, and the Cruciatus Curse is used to torture people. There cannot be any kindness, which will affect the mastery of this black magic.

You even need to have the pleasure of sadism. Only in this way can you easily achieve the extremely high achievement of the Cruciatus Curse.

The sadism of punishment that cannot be based on a just trial is the kind of harm that I am the villain to others, and this is the purest.

And to this point, it's just the most basic level Anton said.

The next thing is to take charge of your own sadistic pleasure, to be the master of the dark arts and make it work for you instead of being a slave to the dark arts.

God knows how Neville got through it.

Perhaps, as Anton said, he possessed extremely tenacious perseverance, he mastered the spell, he learned the 'soul scalpel', and then, Anton said, let him go his own way.

Neville didn't stop for a moment, and he couldn't stop when he thought of his crazy parents who were still in St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries.

He's a stupid kid, and he knows it.

He couldn't even remember the password for the Gryffindor bedroom, and he still had to write it down in the cheat sheet every time.

But, the uncle taught him that there is a difference between casting a spell ten times and casting a spell ten thousand times.

Neville always remembered this sentence, he is stupid, but he can work harder and use stupid methods.

Now, he vaguely has some new insights into this curse, but it is still vague and not very clear.

"It's useless for you to do this."

The old sorcerer with a strange blue pupil came over, with his hands behind his back, looking at him with interest.

"This soup is really rich in Anton's style, human body transformation, tsk tsk tsk~"

"But, child, remember, you know very well in your heart that you are casting the Cruciatus Curse on a rabbit, and this is the biggest obstacle to your continued research."

Neville stopped the spell, watched the wizard on the ground stick out his tongue, breathed out with a 'thumb', and couldn't help frowning.

"All petrified!"

Add a 'Food Freshness Curse' invented by Anton to this corpse to prevent it from decomposing and emitting a stench, and call on the elephant vine to help throw the body into the deep pit in the corner.

Neville shook his head firmly, "I can't cast this Unforgivable Curse on others. I don't want others to hurt my parents, and I can't do that to others."

"Interesting persistence." The old wizard smiled, "Let me give you some pointers, come on, let me release one and see."

Neville froze for a moment, then looked at the old wizard in disbelief, "To you?"

"No, no, how is this possible?"

"At that time, Anton stimulated me to release a Cruciatus Curse on him in order to teach me. I am still very guilty. I can't do such a thing again."

The old wizard raised his brows with a haughty look on his face, "I think Anton was fine then?"

Neville nodded, "Yes, he is very powerful."

"Heh~" The old wizard smiled, "Then you think something will happen to me, if you can hurt me..."

The corners of his mouth curled up, "That must be stronger than Dumbledore."