The Grey Wizard of Hogwarts

Three days later.

Yes, three days have passed.

Anton looked blankly at the sea while riding on his broom.

The old wizard floated aside, very helpless, "Flying at high speed for three days, if I was riding a broom, let alone an island, even France would have run back and forth several times."

Anton silently watched the tide of the sea beat the beach, his face full of melancholy.

"You're a road idiot." The old wizard said more and more angrily, "Do you know how difficult it is for me, a ghost, to keep up with your broomstick? That's how you treat your teacher?"

"Ha ha."

An Dong sneered, "It's like who is not a luna. If you knew how to get there, you would have told me already!"

Silence, wordless silence.

One big and one small, dumbfoundedly listening to the sound of the waves, speechless.

"Aren't you proud that you have a lot of life experience? Think about it, what should we do."

The old wizard's head showed a hint of bitterness, "I seem to be gradually getting used to the state of ghosts, and the additional benefits of the 'Crack Magic' that I studied before are gradually being wiped out."

An Dong turned to look at him in amazement, "What do you mean?"

"I have become unable to think, and only have the instinct of memory. That is to say, if you show me the knowledge of potions that I haven't seen before, no matter how simple it is, I can't understand it." The old wizard sighed.

"Memory is like a list that can't see the boundaries. If I want to remember something, I need to go to the list a little bit to find it."

"My apprentice, I feel that my will is slowly dissipating, and in the end only a mass of memory remains."

Anton looked at him with a complicated expression.

Thinking about this kind of feeling makes me feel hopeless.

"The first lesson the teacher gave you, don't be smart." The old wizard looked at Anton with too much emotion in his eyes.

"I created the 'Wizard's Eye' potion. With it, I saw the other side of magic that no wizard in the world could see."

"I also created the 'Crack Magic Spell' based on this, which is a trace on the soul. Remember the magic mark on your wrist before? The runes on it are 'Happy', 'Angry' and ' The meaning of grief. Emotions and wills are the manifestation of the soul and the foundation of casting spells."

The old wizard held his head in one hand, stretched out the other hand towards the front, and moved his translucent fingers gently towards the sun in his field of vision.

"I touched the reality of magic."

"So I prepared for death early, and I made a body for myself as a dwelling for my soul."

"such a pity……"

"Even if you didn't destroy it at the time, my will would gradually be wiped out."

"This is a ghost, haha, so this is a ghost."

The old wizard turned to look at Anton, "The ghost is the trace of life smeared in this world, and my will is just the dust attached to the trace, but the wind here is too big."

"If at the time of death, I could walk forward and enter the world of dead souls..."

He chuckled, "If I don't make myself smart, maybe I've really entered a new life."

Anton lowered his broom and stood on the beach.

This kind of topic is too heavy. He seems to be looking at an old man who is dying, without any way to watch him slowly die step by step.

This has nothing to do with his hatred of old wizards with inexplicable complex senses, only about death.

I feel very uncomfortable.

"If one day my will completely dissipates, that will be the real ghost, and that ghost is no longer me." The old wizard was still whispering in his ear, "I will leave you far away before it completely dissipates, There are all the people I know."

"I am actually a very good-looking person. I don't want people I know to look at me in the eyes of a kind of 'he is a coward who dare not bravely go to death, so he has become the virtue he is now', I... …”

"Enough!" Anton roared angrily.

He stared at the old wizard coldly, "You are indeed a coward. I am different from you. I have seen fate and I have seen death, but I dare to fight, and you are just passively waiting for death!"

"Do you know what I would do if I were you?" Anton's eyes were full of flames, "I will do everything possible to survive. If the world wants to erase my will, I will find a way to fight."

The old wizard just sighed, "It's useless."

"Is it really useless?" Anton's eyes were shining brightly, "You relied on that 'crack spell' to create an unprecedented body for the ghost, and you can still preserve your own will by relying on it, right? ?"

The old wizard looked at him blankly, "So what?"

"Teach me, teach me everything without reservation, I'll study, I'll use the 'Crack Magic' to find a way to help you maintain your will, and even give you a new body." Anton's eyes Look at him seriously.

The old wizard was silent, he smiled bitterly, "You little bastard, I don't know you yet, you are the most deceiver, and you want to learn my spell."

Anton sneered, "Do you need it? When you completely become a real ghost, it will be a lot of fooling around. As long as the memory is still there, won't it be easier for me to learn?"

Only then did the old wizard look serious. Looking at the young man who was dazzled by the sunlight, he said with emotion, "You are a charming person."

"It wasn't before." An Dong looked at the sea level from a distance, "What a mediocre social animal he used to be."

……

The old wizard finally found the answer on the long list of memories.

"Owl, this magical creature has a unique magic, you just need to give it an address, and it can fly there. Then you ride a broomstick and follow it."

Anton shook his head, "No, we can't find a place to buy owls now."

"Knight Bus, raise your wand when you are in difficulty, and they will appear in front of you with a bang."

Anton still shook his head, "I didn't think about it, but we've all been flying for three days. Every day we fly is an additional day's sunk cost. Now, I'm not willing to ask me to find a Cavalier Bus!"

"There is!"

The old wizard snapped his fingers, although there was no sound.

"Create your own spell."

"???" Anton looked at the old wizard in astonishment, "You are too outrageous, or else I'd better call the Knight Bus."

"No no no, this is a very interesting experiment, I have done it before."

"First of all, you need a developing spell." The old wizard corrected Anton's spellcasting technique and pronunciation a little bit.

This spell is extremely simple, and it took less than a minute for Anton to release it without even needing any emotion or thought.

In fact, it is to draw a bright arrow in the air with a magic wand.

"and then?"

"Dispel it, you release another one, at this time, you think about the address in your heart, and then order this arrow to let it tell you how to go."

Anton's mouth twitched, "God ordered this arrow to move on its own, and I want to order it to turn into a golden Galleon."

"Why not?"

"???"

"Why can't it be ordered to become Golden Galleon?"

"Haha, you won't have problems with your head after you become a ghost, do you think you are a god?"

The old wizard's eyes were full of wisdom, "Remember, releasing magic requires emotions. This is just an appearance. Fundamentally, what is required is the wizard's will."

"I dare to say that even a very good wizard may not be able to say it."

"Remember, wizards are gods."

"As a god, command your magic, command this world, tell it, tell everything, obey your orders, and obey your requirements."

Anton gave a thumbs up, "Domineering side leak!"

The old wizard smiled, "Try?"

"Just try it, there's nothing you can't dare."

So, they stayed at this beach for three more days, and on the penultimate day, Anton's food had run out.

But he still didn't feel hungry, just kept waving his wand.

Until a certain moment, the light arrow in mid-air turned frantically and stopped in the direction of 11 o'clock.

"Wahhahahahaha, I succeeded." Anton jumped up and down with excitement.

"Really? Yes!" The old wizard smiled beside him, clearly feeling the process of life dissipating. He watched someone continue his research and continued to walk, and suddenly there was a kind of feeling that he didn't completely survive after his death. The feeling of disappearing from this world~www.readwn.com~ Although it is a little **** who killed him.

"You're a treasure!" Anton's exclamation made him even more elated.

"That's right." The old wizard raised his headless chest proudly, "Little bastard, just because of this class, I deserve you to call me a teacher."

"Be sure to remember this rule. Wizards are gods. This is the foundation of all my research."

Anton doesn't agree too much. It seems that he simply casts a cursor to automatically point to it, but only when he does it can he feel that wonderful sense of control.

According to the Harry Potter fanfiction novels he has read, most wizards in this world are still at the level of releasing spells, and there are very few who can study and have their own set of theories.

"If you are not a dark wizard, your reputation will not be lower than that of Snape."

"Really?" The old wizard murmured, and finally sneered, "Although I hate my cold-blooded teacher, if it wasn't for him to lead me down the path of the dark wizard, I wouldn't be able to study potions and magic. The mantra has such results."

"Little bastard, I know what you think of me, quack, because I have a **** teacher like you."

Anton shrugged, "Yes, if you are still alive, I will still find a way to kill you."

"Quack quack." The old wizard laughed, his head shaking in his hands, "It's really funny."

"Then you will see my teacher soon."

"???" An Dong was stunned, "Isn't your teacher dead?"

The old wizard didn't answer, just smiled mysteriously, "Kill me with the 'Liquid of Fire' that I researched, the teacher is still so annoying."