The messy dreadlocks became a bit like weeds because they were not taken care of for a long time.

The huge and round eyes seemed to be staring at everyone passing by it.

Such a rag doll with extremely weird appearance used to belong to Hanna. Since she was controlled by the black lines of Mandela's soul, Hannah has had a psychological shadow on the doll.

When I was sleeping with my arms at night, I even thought that this doll wearing a Gothic skirt would get up in the middle of the night and do bad things secretly.

Especially evil.

So it was abandoned by its owner and threw it on the shelf.

Now, it finally has a new purpose.

"Heart and bone-cut!" A loud cry, the faint light of the spell surged, hitting it, causing it to shake gently.

Anton sat on the corner lab with a huge glass of juice in his arms, "No, come again!"

Neville nodded, took a deep breath, and continued to wave his wand.

"Heart-broken!"

The doll shook again.

"You don't have evil thoughts in your heart. It's easy to release this spell. To make it powerful, you need enough evil thoughts." Anton lazily pulled out his wand, reached into the crucible beside him, and gently stirred the potion inside.

"Think of those evil Death Eaters!"

“Imagine the scene where they torture your parents.”

Neville gasped, his eyes suddenly turned red as if he was congested, and he looked particularly scary.

"Your mother is lying on the ground wailingly, and your father is crawling on the ground, trying to use his broad shoulders to block the spell for your mother..."

Anton's words were faint, but lightly hit Neville's heart like a heavy hammer.

"No! Don't say it again!"

"But..." Anton continued to force himself, "Your father was also hit by the digging curse. Even if his fingers were caught on the ground, he just moved a little bit of distance..."

"Don't say it again!"

"The Death Eaters are laughing wildly, looking down at your parents high above, as if they saw something interesting." Anton smiled, as if he was a black wizard. "Navi, have you ever played with an ant nest when he was a child? I have seen someone pour boiling water into an ant nest and stuffing firecrackers. There must be something similar, right?"

"It's this feeling, your parents, those poor ants, are so helpless, that..."

"Don't say it again!" Neville roared angrily, waving his wand, and a spell light lit up and instantly hit Anton's chest.

Anton raised his eyebrows, savored it carefully, and smacked his lips, "It's still a little bit bad. I don't feel much about this level."

Neville looked at his hand in horror, threw away the wand in his hand as if frightened, and looked at Anton worriedly, "I'm sorry, I... I actually released the unforgivable curse to you! I really am..."

The little boy fell into deep self-blame.

Anton grinned, waved his wand, let the medicine liquid in the crucible float up, and put it into several glass bottles by himself.

Then he walked to Neville with stern absent, "Listen, black magic is used to hurt people!"

Neville stared at Anton blankly.

"You must have the deepest malice. Strictly speaking, the leap curse is harder than the life-seeking curse. We can convince our own hearts by making slaughtering actions out of anger, or revenge for the sake of justice."

"And there is only one secret for the pirated mantra." Anton showed a cold smile on his face, and his white teeth flashed in the light of the underground secret room, as if they were the demons who chose people to eat.

“That’s the enjoyment of torture.”

Neville widened his eyes and murmured, "Enjoy?"

Anton nodded, "Yes, this is the trick to mastering the Heart-Watching Mantra. I don't tell him most people."

"It is not enough to have malice. You have to enjoy the torture of your goal and the continuous torture. This torture can bring you great pleasure."

"And this memory, this enjoyment, this pleasure, will be superimposed in your mind again and again."

"It will increase your pleasure threshold again and again, forcing you to cast a stronger heart-drilling spell, allowing you to get greater pleasure."

Anton's eyes were faint, with some unexplained cruelty, "This is the trick to improve the Heart-Drilling Mantra."

"A sadistic mind that is never satisfied."

Neville's face turned pale.

"You will become extremely cruel because of entering such an emotion." Anton stared in his eyes coldly, "You will become more cruel than the Death Eater, and become the most terrifying dark wizard in the world!"

"If you can't reach this level, you can't be as familiar as I can."

"So you have reached the key to elevating the Heart Spell to another realm, controlling your will torture." Anton raised his wand, and a spell light like plasma surged at the tip of his wand, extending to a length of 5 cm.

"And this is just the beginning. I had easily mastered this point before I entered Hogwarts."

"After that, I tell you that you don't understand, you must walk this road first."

The plasma shook slightly and disappeared. Anton inserted his wand into the wizard's robe pocket and gently patted Neville on the shoulder with one hand. "I admit that I have a talent for this spell that is different from ordinary people. It is not easy for you to do this."

"And, I will not release the 'Sunshine Curse' to maintain your mind to you until your sadistic will is far beyond the average Death Eater."

Anton's eyes were cold, "This is not a joke, it is difficult for you, you..."

"Do you still want to continue?"

Navi clenched his fists and did not hesitate, "Yes, I said that even if I became cruel because of learning this spell and was locked up in the Azka class, I must master it!"

Extremely firm.

Anton smiled slightly, "Then it's practical, don't you think it's a house?"

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "I have asked George and Fred to help me to go to Muggle World to buy a batch of rabbits."

“You have to train for living things.”

"Living creature..." Neville tensed up, "If you do this, what's the difference between me and those Death Eaters?"

"No!"

“The difference is very big!”

Anton's fingers gently wrapped around, and the potion that had just been prepared floated in front of Neville, "I said, you must be more cruel than them, more cruel and more abusive than them, and more skillful at using the Heart Spell."

He tapped his fingers gently, making the glass bottle containing the potion make a crisp sound.

"Populate this potion into the rabbit's mouth and they will become mysterious people."

His bionic spell can simulate Voldemort. This strange transformation technique, Anton felt disgusting and had never been useful. Now he used the technique of compound decoction to make it come out.

(See Chapter 133 for details)

"Then, use the pilogue curse to torture the mysterious man who has turned into a human form to death."

"I called Fred and the others bought tens of thousands of rabbits. I hope that the basement here can be filled with corpses in a very fast time."

Neville's face became paler and he looked at Anton blankly, unable to say anything anymore.

"Either do as I have made for you or give up." Anton waved his fingers, a cage on the experimental bench opened, and a mouse used for experiment floated up.

Gululu~

The potion was forced into its mouth.

Gradually, it began to change, expanding rapidly little by little into the image of a bald wizard with no nose, wearing a black wizard robe.

Old Vol looked at Neville barefoot and let out a strange laugh of 'oh hehehe'.

Then, he circled around Neville and paced left and right.

As for how to transform into a wizard robe, this involves Animagus's field and another complex theory.

There is also the magic that moves around, this is the virtual soul mentioned in the alchemy book "The Loyal Maid". It is almost the kind of magic that is activated by the wizard chess.

Anton is not proficient in alchemy, and the deduced potion formula can only be achieved this.

An AI mentally retarded who can only giggle and walk around.

Kick!

A strange voice sounded.

Neville slowly turned his head and looked at Anton, finding him gnawing on a green apple.

Anton waved his hand, "Don't look at me, it's time to work, kill him."

"Hurry up, I'm going to see corpses everywhere!"

Neville was silent, slowly picked up the wand, slowly raised his hand, and aimed the wand at the adult wizard in front of him.

"Anton, do you think the mysterious man looks like this?"

“Very sure.”

"Yeah." Neville's expression became firm, and he quickly waved his wand according to the casting gesture of the Anton Cult, "Heart-cutting!"

“Ah~~~”

The AI ​​mentally retarded fell to the ground with his head in his arms, making a shrill cry of pain.

"I'm sorry, sorry." Neville murmured, with tears in his eyes. "I have to do this, I'm sorry."
To be continued...