The Grey Wizard of Hogwarts

Walk out of the brain hall and return to the round hall again.

The pure black and smooth ground reflected his body, and the twelve gates revolved rapidly around the rotunda, making it difficult to tell which door entered the brain hall just now.

And with this rotation, Anton felt that the 'self' conceived by the Golden Snitch was rapidly disappearing.

"Animagus?"

Anton raised his brows. This high-end transfiguration technique has a wonderful effect. It can flip everything on the wizard's body and wrap it inside the animal's body.

No matter how many clothes you wear.

I have to say that the magic that Lao Fu figured out is really creepy. Based on Horcruxes and possession magic, let 'Sirius', 'Peter Pettigrew', 'Barty Crouch Jr.' and Horcruxes possess Rune snake body, these four are Animagus each other.

This is quite the same as a polyhedron.

No matter how this tetrahedron Animagus is flipped, only one side can appear at ordinary times.

But as long as it is turned to the side of the 'Rune Snake', based on the characteristic that the Rune Snake can carry three wisdoms, the magic power of the three top wizards and the Rune Snake can be penetrated, bursting out a powerful fighting force.

So…

Now it should have turned a certain side again, allowing the Rune Snake to turn over with his Snitch.

Just, don't know which side was flipped.

"Quack quack..."

"It does not matter!"

Anton gently raised his hand, and the strength of the magic power of the old wand in his hand even far exceeded that of the original 'Tom's Wreck', which was very easy to use.

The wand waved lightly.

"Creak creak!"

The magic light spewed out from the tip of the wand like a mist, fell to the ground, rose to the ceiling, turned into a sea of ​​clouds and swept away.

In the sea of ​​clouds, the birds of Feidudu were faintly flying back and forth, smashing open every gate surrounded by the circular hall in an instant.

The mist of the curse instantly spewed towards the door.

"Squeak~"

"Squeak~~"

The shrill laughter of the mouse came from one of the doors. The laughter was so weird that it made one's hair stand on end.

"Aha~"

"I found you!"

Anton smiled and walked towards the gate, "So it's Peter Pettigrew now? That's right, this dead mouse is the best at hiding."

This is a house without a light source, but it does not look dark, but inexplicably dazzling with bright lights.

The crystal brilliance seemed to be flowing, fluttering, and shaking.

Anton shook his head, looked up again, and then got used to the strange light of this weird room.

The room was full of clocks of various sizes, hanging between bookshelves, hanging from high domes, and placed on tables as long as the whole room.

There are golden enamel colored copper and gilt clocks standing on the ground that are enough for three adults to surround them, there are also pocket watches hanging on silver shelves, and there are travel clocks...

There are also some incomprehensible magic clocks—standing on a table, inside a huge crystal glass case nearly two meters high, there is a churning, sparkling air current. In the air current floats a small, jewel-like egg.

The egg rose slowly, cracked open with a snap, and a hummingbird emerged, rising straight to the very top of the glass enclosure, but as the air flow fell, the bird's feathers were soiled and wet again, Until it landed at the bottom of the glass cover, it was locked in the egg again.

This is the hall of time.

There are countless time-turners.

The Reticent Man from the Department of Mysteries obviously wasn't worried about someone breaking into the room and stealing the Time Converter, because Anton felt the unique rhythm of the river of time in this room.

In simple terms, these time-turners are themselves in time, between 'existence' and 'non-existence' relative to 'now'.

As Anton stepped into the room, the ticking clocks began to run rapidly as if stimulated.

Some spin very fast, and some spin very slowly.

Suddenly, the ticking sound became uneven, as if the time in the whole room became chaotic.

Anton glanced at it, and guessed that it might be because he was in the "time magic reversal" and was being constantly corrected by time magic, which caused a chain reaction of these time converters.

He inexplicably felt a sense of irritability. He only felt the voices of these ticking people buzzing in his ears, which made him extremely uncomfortable.

So he bent down and looked towards the bottom of a giant clock that dripped and swirled, "Hey! I've got you!"

"Squeak~!"

Peter Pettigrew's eyes widened in fright, and his two little paws were raised in front of him, trembling wildly.

"Return to human form in a strange way!"

This is a spell that Professor Lockhart taught Anton to forcibly restore human form.

Peng~

Pettigrew instantly swelled up, and his head hit the bottom of the clock. He got out in a panic, but it was too late. In an instant, half of his body was pressed under the clock, and the huge force brought by the deformation shook the whole clock. Shaking.

"Anthony..."

"Anthony Weiss is here!"

Peter Pettigrew struggled to push the big clock with his hands, but he couldn't break free. He was firmly pressed under the clock from the waist down.

So he could only look up at Anton with a pleading and flattering smile, "It's none of my business, really none of my business, it's Barty Crouch Jr., he attacked you!"

Anton stood beside him, staring at him indifferently with his head down, "Is that so..."

So he grinned, smiling brightly.

Ask him softly and kindly, "Otherwise, you can conjure him up and let me ask?"

"No!" Peter Pettigrew yelled in panic. Seeing that Anton squinted his eyes, he quickly added, "No, no, it's not that I don't want to conjure him up, but the transfiguration is dominated by him!"

"I'm the same as Sirius. I have no way to control it. I don't even know what he did after his transformation. Only some instincts remain."

Seeing Anton slowly raise his wand, he swallowed in fright, "Really!"

"I really don't know how he transformed!"

"Yeah." Anton nodded lightly, "It's okay, I understand you, don't worry, I won't force you."

Peter Pettigrew breathed a sigh of relief.

However, before he could say anything, Anton's wand was firmly aimed at his head, "I'm just going to kill you, I'm looking forward to it, after you die, will they die together, or..."

"You will be turned over as the discarded side?"

"!

! Pettigrew Peter's eyes widened immediately, "No! No! listen to me…"

"Avada Kedavra!"

The green cursed light instantly sank into his head.

In just an instant, a phantom of Pettigrew Peter floated up from this body, looking pale and transparent.

He glanced at this world with some remembrance, and drifted straight to the gate of this 'Hall of Time'.

Under the reflection of Anton's lake of mind, pure black lines appeared in this field of vision filled with countless colored lines.

These lines seem to grow from Peter the dwarf~www.wuxiahere.com~ and also seem to extend from behind the gate.

In other words, these lines should have appeared between Peter Pettigrew and something behind the door, and they appeared in an instant, and they belonged to mutual attraction.

This pulling rhythm is extremely unique, with a magical pattern structure.

Anton raised his brows, and the lake of mind quickly called up the original content he had read in his previous life, and he realized in an instant that there was a permanent veil leading to the world of dead souls in one of the "death halls" of the Department of Mysteries.

Interestingly…

Anton looked down, and saw Peter Pettigrew's body twisting and shaking, slowly turning into a handsome middle-aged man.

It was Sirius Black.

He remembered that Sirius died in the 'Hall of Death' in the original book.

Anton raised his wand again, staring at him indifferently, "Avada Kedavra!"