Three days later.

Yes, three days have passed.

Anton rode on a flying broom and looked blankly at the sea.

The old wizard floated aside, feeling helpless, "If I were on the broomstick, let alone the island, even France would run back and forth several times."

Anton silently watched the tides of the sea constantly slapped the beach, his face full of sorrow.

"You're a road slut." The old wizard became more and more angry. "Do you know how difficult it is for me, a ghost, to keep up with your flying broom? That's how you treat your teacher?"

"hehe."

Anton sneered, "It seems like someone is not a road tycoon. If you knew how to go, you would have told me a long time ago!"

Silence, speechless silence.

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

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

A trace of bitterness appeared in the old wizard's head, "I seem to be gradually adapting to the state of ghosts. The additional benefits brought by the 'crack curse' I studied before are gradually being smoothed out."

Anton turned to look at him in shock, "What do you mean?"

"I became unable to think, and only the instinct of memory was left. In other words, if you showed me the knowledge of potions that I had never seen before, I would not be able to understand even if it was simple." The old wizard sighed.

"Memory is like a list that cannot be seen clearly. If you want to think of something, I need to search on the list a little bit."

"My apprentice, I feel that my will is slowly dissipating, and in the end there will only be a memory left."

Anton looked at him with a complicated expression.

This feeling makes me feel desperate if I think about it.

"Don't be smart when the teacher gives you the first lesson." The old wizard looked at Anton, with too many emotions in his eyes.

"I created the 'wizard's eyes' potion, and with it I saw the other side of magic that no wizard in the world can see."

"I also created the 'crack curse' based on this, which is a trace on the soul. Do you still remember the magic mark on your wrist before? The runes on it mean 'joy', 'anger' and 'sadness'. Emotion and will are the manifestation of the soul and the foundation for casting the spell."

The old wizard held his head with one hand and stretched forward with the other hand, gently tugging at the sun in his sight with his translucent fingers.

"I touched the reality of magic."

"So I prepared for death early, and I made myself a shell to serve as a residence for the soul."

"What a pity..."

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

"This is the ghost, haha, it turns out that this is the ghost."

The old wizard turned to look at Anton, "The ghost is the trace of life smearing in this world, and my will is nothing more than the dust attached to the traces, but the wind here is too great."

"If I could walk forward and enter the world of the dead..."

He chuckled, "If I don't act smart, maybe I'm really entering a new life."

Anton lowered his flying broom and stood on the beach.

This topic is too heavy, and he is like looking at an old man in his twilight years, watching him slowly move towards death step by step without any means.

It has nothing to do with his hatred of the old wizard, mixed with inexplicable complex senses, only about death.

I feel very uncomfortable.

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

"I am actually very proud of my face. I don't want the person I know to look at me at that time. It's a kind of coward who dares to bravely go to death, so he has become the kind of virtue now.' I..."

"Enough!" Anton roared angrily.

He stared at the old wizard coldly, "I am indeed a coward. I am different from you. I saw fate, I saw death, but I dared to fight, and you are just waiting for death negatively!"

"Do you know what I would do if I were you?" Anton's eyes were filled with flames. "I will do everything I can 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 like a torch. "You have built a shell for the ghost with the unprecedented 'crack curse'. You can still preserve your will now, right?"

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

"Teaching me, teach me everything without reservation, I will study it, I will use the "crack spell" to find ways to help you maintain your will, and even make you a new body." Anton looked at him seriously.

The old wizard was silent, and he smiled a little, "You little bastard, I don't know you yet. You are the best at lying to others, you just want to learn my spell."

Anton sneered, "Do you need it? When you completely become a real ghost, you will be so fooled at that time. As long as the memory is still there, it will be easier for me to learn it?"

The old wizard then looked serious, and looked at the young man whose white light was flaked by the sun, and sighed, "You are a charming person."

"It wasn't before." Anton looked at the sea level, "What a mediocre social animal before."

...

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

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

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

"Knight bus, when you encounter difficulties, they will appear in front of you with a bang."

Anton still shook his head, "When I haven't thought about it, we have been flying for three days. Every day of flight increases the cost of sunk in one day. Now I'm asking me to find the Knight bus, I'm not willing to give up!"

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

"Own-created spell."

"???" Anton looked at the old wizard in shock, "You are so outrageous, otherwise I'd better call the Knight Bus."

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

"First of all, you need a development spell." The old wizard slightly corrected Anton's casting techniques and pronunciation.

This spell is extremely simple, and Anton is released in almost a minute without even any emotions or thoughts.

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

"Then what?"

"Dispel it, you release one again. At this time, you have to think about the address in your heart, and then command this arrow to tell you how to go."

Anton's mouth twitched, "God ordered this arrow to move by himself, and I also want to command it to become Jin Jialong."

"Why not?"

“???”

"Why can't you order it to become Jin Jialong?"

"Haha, you won't have any problems with your head in the back of your ghost, do you think you are a god?"

The old wizard's eyes were full of wisdom, "Remember, it takes emotions to release magic, it is just an appearance, and fundamentally, what is needed is the will of the wizard."

"I dare say this sentence that even an extremely excellent wizard may not be able to say."

"Remember, a wizard is a god."

"In the identity of the gods, command your magic, command this world, tell it, tell everything, obey your instructions, and follow your request."

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

The old wizard smiled, "Try it?"

"Just try it, what's there to be afraid of?"

So they stayed on this beach for three more days. On the penultimate day, Anton had eaten up the food he carried with him.

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

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

"Wow, hahahahaha, I succeeded." Anton jumped and jumped in excitement.

"Yes? Yes!" The old wizard smiled beside him, clearly feeling the process of life dissipation. He watched a person continue his research and continued, and suddenly felt that he had not completely disappeared from this world after his death.

Although it was a little bastard who killed him.

"You are simply a treasure!" Anton's amazement made him feel even more fluttering.

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

"You must remember this law. Wizards are gods. This is the foundation of all my research."

Anton simply didn't agree too much. It seemed that he just cast a cursor automatically pointed, but only by doing it can you feel that wonderful sense of control.

Judging from the Harry Potter fan novels he has read, most of the wizards in this world are still at the level of releasing spells. Very few of them can study and have their own set of theories.

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

"Is that?" the old wizard murmured, and finally sneered, "Although I hate my cold-blooded teacher, if he hadn't taken me on the path of a dark wizard, I wouldn't have had such results in potions and spells."

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

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

"Gagaha." The old wizard smiled so hard that his head trembled, "It's so interesting."

"Then you will see my teacher soon."

"???" Anton was stunned, "Isn't your teacher dead?"

The old wizard didn't answer, but just smiled mysteriously, "The teacher is still so annoying to kill me with the 'Like Fire Liquid' I developed."
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