The Rise of the Muggles at Hogwarts

Chapter 242 Love is a belief (1)

"Yes, you actually know the Blood Protection Curse." Dumbledore praised, "But that curse is not enough to resist the Killing Curse. To be precise, it works like the Loyalty Curse. It mainly hides the protected person."

"Then what is the magic of love? Professor?" Anthony asked eagerly. ,

Don't blame him for being impatient. After all, this is the only magic that can resist the Killing Curse. Now that Voldemort has been resurrected and is more powerful than ever before, his power must be even greater than in the original work.

The chaotic future makes Anthony inexplicably nervous. If he can figure out the so-called magic of love, he may be able to save his life at the critical moment.

"My child, you are very smart." Dumbledore looked at Anthony with admiration, and then said softly: "In terms of magical talent, you even surpass me, just like the little girl in the Far East."

"But neither you nor her. You are both too young."

"Young? Professor, you won't try to prevaricate me with those big principles, will you?" Anthony curled his lips.

"Haha, child, the magic of love." As he said that, the professor suddenly turned over the book in his hand and opened "The Lord of the Rings". He said: "This book is very wonderful, but there is one thing I don't like very much."

"what?"

"About gods, about incarnations."

"God? Incarnation?"

"Anthony, love is a belief." He said, "You will know, it is that simple. When your body and mind only have one belief left, miracles will happen."

"belief?"

Anthony, who always felt that he had been deceived, found himself standing outside the principal's office when he came to his senses.

He frowned and lowered his head as he walked through the corridor on the eighth floor.

The vast corridor is not cold, and I don’t know what the remodeled wizard has done. Anyway, as long as it is not in the open air, the castle is very warm.

However, even though it was very warm, the little wizard still didn't want to come out of the lounge.

It's too cold outside.

It was only November, and there was already a blizzard in Hogwarts, and with the presence of the dementors, the snow became heavier and heavier, and the temperature dropped to about minus ten degrees.

Only a fool would go out in such crazy weather.

Thinking about things in his mind, Anthony's steps became much slower.

He walked back and forth across a tapestry of a troll beating Barnabas silly. Unknowingly, around the corner, many patterns suddenly appeared on the originally empty wall.

The complex lines changed from blurry to clear, and a few "bangs" of metal sounds like the collision of door locks suddenly sounded, which immediately pulled Anthony out of his contemplative state.

"Is this?" Looking at the ancient gate that appeared in front of him at some point, Anthony was not surprised.

I just didn't expect that I would be pacing back and forth here.

Touching this very smooth door, he had many thoughts. He was just thinking, 'What is the magic of love nearby? ''I hope someone can help him answer it''.

What exactly will appear in the room with this 'need'?

Thinking in his mind, he slowly opened the door and walked in.

Room of Requirement.

This is the Room of Requirement on the eighth floor. The room is very empty. There is no doubt that the infinite expansion spell has been cast on this house, otherwise the castle would not be able to accommodate such a large house.

Moreover, this house does not exist in nothingness, but actually exists within the walls of Hogwarts Castle, but the magical thing is that it will change itself according to the needs of those who enter.

Unlike when Harry opened the door for the first time, the Room of Requirement in front of Anthony was filled with bookshelves, except for torches for lighting. They were so densely packed that it was impossible to see the end.

He picked up the book on the shelf closest to him.

"Magic Guide", "Dark Magic: Origins from the Sixth Century", "Magic and Wonders of the World Collection"

Anthony read several books carefully and found that most of these books were hundreds or even thousands of years old. Most of them were written in Latin. The only ones he could understand were various mixtures of Old French and Old English. miscellaneous.

Some of these books are older than the founding of Hogwarts.

This made Anthony have to suspect that these books were not left behind by a certain founder.

Using transfiguration, he conjured a chair for himself, and then Anthony began his journey through the book.

He reads very slowly, although he also learned Latin this year because of taking runes. Of course, that is only half a bucket of water.

But this does not prevent him from being able to understand some of them. The magic spells in the magical world have a heritage similar to that of Chinese. By combining the context and guessing, he can probably read it, but the speed of reading will be quite slow.

Fortunately, the biggest difference between ancient magic books and modern magic books is that they are very thin, with very little text, and the language is quite concise, with almost no nonsense.

A book can only have a few dozen pages at most, or maybe a dozen pages at a minimum.

The disadvantage is that each page of these books is protected by powerful magic. If you want to open it, you have to try various ways to break the spell. For a whole day, Anthony huddled in the Room of Requirement, learning and practicing at the same time. Time passed. Quite fulfilling.The whole person seemed to be washed away by the words.

The next day, Sunday.

Harry still hasn't seen Anthony. To be precise, he didn't even return to the dormitory yesterday.

Harry knew that Anthony would take his suitcase with him, even if he lived outside.

What he never expected was that Anthony's disappearance lasted for a full month.

Except for appearing in the professor's room during class every day, he could not be found at any other time.

If it weren't for Christmas approaching, Harry guessed Anthony would never come back.

It's the last day of the Christmas holiday, and it's Hagrid's Care of Magical Creatures early in the morning.

Seriously, it's torture to have to carry everyone around the freezing Forbidden Forest for two full hours in December.

Hagrid also knew that the weather here was really too cold, so today's lesson was to take care of a group of salamanders.

He set up a fire in the paddock next to the Forbidden Forest, filled with fire monsters. The students found dead branches and leaves from around to keep the fire going, and a group of salamanders jumped up and down on the burned, white-hot wood.

The blazing flames dispelled the coldness around them, and everyone was very satisfied with the lesson.

"Hey! Anthony!" Among the crowd, Hermione's sharp eyes saw Anthony's figure. He was sitting on a stone near the fire, holding the "Monster Book of Monsters" and reading in trance.

However, the page exposed at the corner of the book has a completely different texture from "The Monster Book of Monsters", which directly reveals that Anthony is actually reading another book.

"Where have you been lately?" Hermione walked over angrily, glaring at him angrily, "You didn't even come to Gryffindor's first Quidditch match!"

"Yeah!" Ron also followed, "You suffered a big loss. In that game, the dementors suddenly went crazy and started attacking Harry. Fortunately, he knew the Patronus Charm."

"Quidagis? (Are you okay!)" Anthony raised his head and replied subconsciously.

"What?" Ron scratched his head. What did he just say? Was it a spell?

"He was asking Harry if he was okay," Hermione translated.

"Ahem! Sorry, I've been reading too much Latin recently." Anthony smiled awkwardly when he came back to his senses. "I didn't do much, just read a book."

"Reading?" Hermione stared at him carefully, her eyes full of disbelief.

Anthony smiled and said nothing. He just took out his wand and flicked it. The flame in front of him suddenly started to beat like breathing, and then suddenly changed during the beat. The flame changed from red to strange blue. The hot feeling disappeared instantly, and was replaced by coldness.

The little wizards surrounding him quickly got up and hid, and their clothes couldn't help but tighten up.

"This - what kind of magic is this." Ron's teeth chattered and he looked at the cold fire in front of him in surprise.

"Strictly speaking, it is a type of transformation technique, but it involves the participation of magic text. In short, although it looks very simple, it quite completely changes the original nature of the flame, which is still a bit difficult."

Anthony said it was easy, but in fact it was quite difficult once it involved the transformation technique that completely changed the properties of an object.

It is common for little wizards to change one object into another object. In fact, the nature of the object does not change for the better. Wood turns into steel. It only looks like steel on the surface and does not have the actual properties of steel.

And the magic he is casting now can be regarded as completely changing the properties of the flame.

"Then what? It's just that the fire has become colder." Hermione continued to ask.

"Of course it's more than that." After saying that, Anthony stood up and waved his wand. The blue flames instantly expanded and turned into a whirlwind of flames, heading straight towards the place he controlled.

It was a tree outside the forbidden forest in the distance. The flames directly covered it. In an instant, pure white crystals suddenly formed.The entire forest was wrapped in ice, and the area was quite terrifying. Only a dozen or so trees were eroded by the ice.

"Wow!" Looking at the suddenly formed world of ice sculptures, the little wizards were all shocked.

"Merlin's beard, what kind of magic is that."

"I saw it. It was the Gryffindor Muggle prince named Anthony who released him."

"Oh my god! Even a wizard in the sixth or seventh grade can't use this level of magic!"

"The Gryffindor monster."

For a moment, the paddock remembered the chattering noise of the little wizards. Everyone was either admiring, shocked, or envious staring at the boy standing on the stone.

The sharp cold wind blew through his brown hair, his bright green eyes were piercing, and his whole body was filled with confidence and powerful light, so shining that people could only sigh.

"How handsome!"

Perhaps it was Harry's misunderstanding, but the whispers around them seemed to be getting louder.

"Tch! You can pretend to be cool." The little witch pouted and underestimated her in anger.