Kapitel 34: CH: 34 The Unexpected
"I'm afraid of death, my idol," Anton smiled lightly, wiping the water droplets from his wand, "I always live so cautiously, knowing that I could be struck down by a curse at any moment."
"That's why," he continued, his gaze steady and determined, "I realized that to truly live well, one must let go of the fear of life and death."
Anton shrugged helplessly, his shoulders rising and falling in a gesture of resignation. "It's a contradiction, isn't it?" he mused, his words trailing off into the air, carrying the weight of his contemplation.
"So," Anton raised his wand, "I have embraced the freedom to do as I please, without fear of life or death!"
"Snape! Let's duel!"
"Today, either you die or I die!" He declared, his voice resolute and unwavering.
This was the second encounter Snape had with Anton. Different emotions, but the same sense of liberation and untamed spirit.
So, he waved his wand lightly, performing the etiquette of a wizard's duel.
"I initially admired your talent in Potions, and I looked forward to the day when you would enter Hogwarts and become my student. It's a pity." Snape lamented, his voice tinged with regret.
"Sectumsempra!"
"Protego Totalum!" Anton swiftly covered his body with a Shield charm and waved his wrist rapidly, "Animus Transferro!"
Whoosh!
The spell's light pierced through the sky, pierced Snape's sleeve, and flew into the distance.
"AAAAAHHHH!"
A piercing shriek soon followed suit.
The wand slipped from Anton's hand as he clutched his head with both hands. The successful casting of the 'Soul-shifting Curse' made him feel as if his head was about to split open.
He had previously cast too many spells for the iron armor, causing him great pain. And now, he had unleashed the 'Soul-shifting Curse' in an overloaded manner.
He felt as if his entire being had been hollowed out.
Pain radiated from the depths of his soul, making him want to scratch himself, but he didn't know where to scratch.
"Remarkably profound..." Snape raised his sleeves in disbelief, "Dark magic!"
He looked at this child, who was less than ten years old, in astonishment. It was the first time he had ever seen such an amazing talent.
10 years old!
Even from a pure-blood family, many of them hadn't had their magic awakened yet.
He could say with certainty that most young wizards who graduated from Hogwarts couldn't even cast such a spell!
And yet...
Dark magic!
Snape's lips curled slightly, "Then I'll give you another chance."
In an instant, he flew past Anton, waving his wand and pointing it at the werewolf, "Ventus!"
"Protego!"
Once again, his spell was deflected.
A feeble voice came from beside him.
Snape turned his head in astonishment.
He saw Anton lying on his broom, holding a wand in his hand, panting and weakly laughing.
Blood streamed from his ears, eyes, nostrils, and mouth.
But he continued to smile, with an extraordinarily bright smile.
"Aha! Snape, my idol, I didn't expect it, but I still have a wand!" Anton's face was as pale as death, yet he wore a smug smile and playfully raised an eyebrow.
Snape furrowed his brow, "Was it necessary to go this far? Just to protect a werewolf?"
Anton weakly smiled, "That's a person, an individual, not just a werewolf. My idol, your language needs improvement."
Snape smiled. It was the first time Anton had seen the greasy man smile. "You have earned my respect."
"That's the spirit," Anton chuckled, "Someone actually praised me!"
"Is that so..." Snape murmured, his voice filled with a hint of amusement.
"Dizzy!" Anton exclaimed, his words echoing through the air.
This charming young wizard rolled his eyes and fell off the broom in a rather inconspicuous manner, but was caught by a rope tied around his stomach and left hanging in the air by the broom. He looked incredibly funny.
"Accio." The wand that had fallen halfway and the wand that was floating on the sea both flew into Snape's hands.
"Oh, how cunning to hide one more." Snape sneered, casually inserting two wands into Anton's hair, then taking out a bottle of potion from the wizard's robe and pouring it into Anton.
He pursed his lips, glanced at Anton, and then at the werewolf who was roaring on the small island...
With a flick of his robe sleeve, Snape disappeared with a loud pop.
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...
The sun is shining, and the sea breeze is refreshing.
A wave of coldness hit his face, and an anxious voice called out beside his ears, "Hey, you little rascal? Little rascal?"
"Don't be so loud." Anton waved his arms as if shooing away flies and scratched his belly.
"Little rascal?" The voice persisted.
"Be quiet!" Anton grumbled irritably.
Suddenly, the voice grew louder, pressing against his ear and shouting, "Why are you sleeping? You'll have plenty of time for that after you're dead!"
Anton jolted awake, opening his eyes, "Teacher, I'm sorry, I won't..."
"Hahahaha!." Fiennes pointed at Anton with his left hand, emitting a chuckle from the head he held in his right hand, "Your habits are quite amusing."
"Ugh!" Anton looked around unhappily; the wind was calm, and everything was peaceful.
Only the rope tied to the broom, which was floating in the air, caused pain in his stomach.
He struggled to climb onto the broom, tore off the rope, and pulled his wand out of his hair. He stood still for a moment, then suddenly exclaimed, "Lupin!"
The broom turned around and dove down to land.
Lupin leaned against a piece of machinery with a pale expression and looked at him affectionately, "Once again, you saved me."
Anton looked puzzled, "I had originally planned to find you as a bodyguard and teacher."
Lupin smiled, "When I get better, I'll be your bodyguard."
Seeing that Lupin was fine, Anton quickly mounted his broom again and looked at Fiennes, "Where are Ana and Pedro?"
"They're floating at sea." Fiennes shrugged his headless shoulders, "It's a shame my foolish teacher didn't die."
"..."
A large wooden board was floating on the sea. Pedro lay with his eyes closed, while Anna held onto the suitcase tightly and sat nearby. When she saw Anton riding the broomstick and cutting through the white clouds, she descended.
"Anton!" Anna exclaimed in surprise, dropping the suitcase and leaping up to embrace him.
She hugged him tightly, her voice filled with relief, "Thank goodness, you're okay!"
"I saw everything. You stood up bravely. You're a hero!" She declared, her words resonating with admiration.
As she said that, she couldn't help but give Anton a kiss on the cheek.
Then she suddenly realized what she had done, blushed, took a step back shyly, picked up the suitcase to cover her face, and peered at him with one big eye.
Anton was taken aback, touched his slightly damp cheek, and noticed the mischievous smile of Fiennes teasing him.
Gazing at Anna's delicate features, he took a deep breath and silently reminded himself not to blush.
Blushing is embarrassing.
So he smiled brightly and looked at Anna, his eyes sparkling with sincerity, uttering, "I believe we can be great friends."
Anna blinked her eyes, a hint of curiosity lacing her voice, and inquired, "Good friends?"
She smiled, a sweet smile gracing her lips, and nodded enthusiastically, "Okay, you're my best friend," she declared with heartfelt sincerity.
Anton let out a sigh of relief. See, he had been overthinking.
So he laughed too.
Their laughter echoed over the sea, as the five survivors of the disaster laughed heartily, their laughter carrying far.
However, Anton's laughter soon subsided.
As he pulled the large wooden board back to the small island with his broomstick, he looked at the desolate ruins and felt his stomach growling with hunger...
"Anna, it seems like no one can live here. Can we go to your house to rest first? After all, Pedro is your father's good friend," Anton suggested, concern evident in his voice.
Anna shook her head, her expression filled with uncertainty, "Yes, but I don't know how to get back. Several family estates I know are protected by powerful magic, and I can only teleport in using a special spell. My father is away again," she explained, her tone tinged with a hint of sadness.
Anton blinked, his surprise evident, as he asked, "How long will he be gone?"
"Half a year?" Anna replied, her voice trailing off uncertainly.
"For that long!" Anton gasped, his disbelief evident, "And he just left you here?" he exclaimed, his words laced with a mix of shock and concern.
Anna appeared a bit downcast, her gaze fixed on the ground as she lightly nudged a small stone with her shoe. "I have a very peculiar illness," she confessed, her voice tinged with a mix of vulnerability and resignation, "and my father has been searching for a cure. He travels far and wide, and we often go months without seeing each other."
'Bloodcursed Beings!' Anton exclaimed.
Anton immediately thought of this and let out a sigh.
After a moment of silence, he gazed blankly at the surroundings, his thoughts swirling with uncertainty, unsure of where to go next.
It's quite perplexing. Why does this issue always weigh on his mind?
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