The image of Anton waving his wand to make the entire Black Lake float into the air shocked almost everyone.

Not to mention the compliments of the professors, the students almost burst into a frantic enthusiasm.

Especially the wizards from Muggle families, who have been immersed in the power system of certain novels since childhood, always think that Anton is stronger than the professors.

This even includes a large number of senior students.

Anton really didn't know how to explain it to others, and in the end he could only numbly learn from Professor Quirrell's words, "It takes practice, practice makes perfect, you can too, come on!"

Then those students who were inspired left with excitement.

The power of role models is endless. The students showed great enthusiasm for the Charms class, and Professor Flitwick was very happy about it.

Anton is no more powerful than his seniors and is out of reach.

It's just that many young wizards and even adult wizards can't understand such a thing: floating a feather and floating a stone has nothing to do with magic power or spell strength!

They are only about whether the spell works or not.

A person can make feathers float, but cannot make stones float, not because his spell is not strong enough, but because the floating spell he cast on the stone was unsuccessful.

The biggest reason for success is the wizard's will.

One of them is whether the wizard really thinks he can do it.

This kind of self-confidence is not blind self-confidence, it is not a rootless source, it is a complex combination of emotions, memory, confidence, etc. that are difficult to describe with quantifiers.

The power of the mind is a strange feeling that is difficult to describe in words.

Anton is too lazy to tell others clearly, can he tell others the principle behind the old wizard's most precious sentence, "A wizard is a god"?

Other people's compliments are foreign objects, and Anton didn't take it to heart.

It was as if Snape and the others were sitting around looking at themselves that day, but Anton didn't take it to heart.

Voldemort's lessons can always tap into the treasures of knowledge of the Vokanova witches in his memory. Coupled with what he has learned and thought over time, Anton once again put a lot of energy into the laboratory.

Still the quiet child who focused on research.

That night, the twins went to the Forbidden Forest with broomsticks, and Neville came.

"I...I don't know what I can do." Neville looked a little scared.

Snapped.

A large bamboo basket of herbs was thrown in front of him.

"Septicaemia, cut off the first half of the leaf with the tip and put it in a jar, put the roots into the cloth bag next to it, and pull the rest to the door to feed the elephant-eating vine."

"It's very simple, isn't it?"

Neville nodded, sat down and picked up the scissors and herbs, a little overwhelmed, "How big should the cut be?"

Anton thought for a while, sat next to him, tore off a leaf, and broke it in half.

"The effect of septicemia will dry up the body's blood, which is a highly poisonous herb."

With a slap, Neville was so frightened that the scissors and herbs in his hands fell into the bamboo basket.

"But what's interesting is that as long as herbs, or plants, each represents a life, its most vigorous place is the leaves." Anton talked eloquently, these contents are in the old wizard, Snape and Voldemort After a little bit of mutual education, he felt that Neville had made a lot of money.

"They inhale the essence of sunlight, dew, and the vitality between heaven and earth to nourish the plants. Unlike rhizomes, the leaves of septicemia have a wonderful balance of death and vitality at the same time."

Anton threw the second half of the leaf connecting the plant into his mouth and chewed it. After a while, his mouth began to turn black, his lips were visibly gray-black, bloodstains were cracked, and his teeth were also missing. luster.

"The second half contains a lot of deadly poisonous ingredients."

Neville took a deep breath, pointed at Anton's mouth tremblingly, and exclaimed, "You! You are bleeding!"

Anton shrugged and continued chewing, "Well~ the breath of death, I mean, this thing tastes good, it has a fragrance similar to honey."

Neville's eyes widened, he kind of wanted to escape from here.

It's like when Harry and the others persuaded themselves not to play with Anton when they were struggling these two days.

This man looks like an evil wizard!

Gollum.

Anton swallowed the half of the leaf directly!

Swallow it like this!

Neville was going crazy, didn't you say this thing is highly poisonous?

Didn't you say that it still carries some kind of death breath?

Before long, the corners of Anton's mouth cracked, the gray-black color spread along the mouth, and the entire chin began to look like cracked charcoal.

Then, Anton threw the other half of the leaf with the tip into his mouth, his eyes sparkling, "Haha, I didn't notice it before, the breath with vitality is actually a little fresh and salty, this is perfect seasoning."

As he chewed again, half of his face began to return to normal, becoming delicate and rosy again.

The wounds on the corners of the mouth and lips healed, and the dark red lips began to turn back to a light and healthy pink.

"Anyway..."

Anton stood up, "I only need the half with the tip of the leaf, and the root has a very penetrating poison, which is also a great potion material, and the rest help me feed the Elephant Vine. That's it."

He put his hands on the table and looked down at the obviously frightened child.

"Neville, you won't disappoint me, will you?"

The poor child really didn't dare to say what I'm leaving, I can't do well, etc., nodded nervously, tore off a leaf, picked up the scissors, and finally burst into tears, "I don't know how much to cut for you. The half that is said to have vitality."

"By feeling!" Anton didn't care.

"I found the best effect of cutting a blade in half. I don't have the energy to make a processing standard for it, Neville, just by feeling."

"But"

"No but!" Anton stared at him closely, "Remember, you are a wizard, the most noble wizard among all living beings, follow your wizard's intuition, with an indomitable momentum , whether it's killing enemies, casting spells, or dealing with herbs!"

"Although I know it's a bit ridiculous to say this, the best standard for herbal treatment, or even potion refining, is to follow your feelings."

"Don't have any hesitation, just cut it according to your feeling, believe in yourself, the half cut out is the best."

"It takes talent!"

Anton lightly placed his hand on Neville's shoulder and stared at him closely, "You are born with this talent, trust your own intuition! I need you to handle this herb with extreme confidence, this It will be the highest quality potion material, understand?"

Neville looked at him in amazement and murmured, "I have this talent?"

"Yes, you have this talent!"

"Neville, you have to believe that I'm not a fool. Septicemia grass is a potion material that I want to use a lot. If this thing is accidentally mistaken, it will cause unpredictable consequences." Anton stared at Neville with a smile, " If you are not careful, I will even drink the wrong potion and die."

"I'm giving my life to you, Neville."

"I believe in you, then, please believe in yourself too!"

Neville's expression became serious, he panted heavily, and clenched the scissors in his hand tightly, "Since... no one has ever trusted me so much!"

An Dong patted his shoulder with a smile, "Your energy is beyond your imagination, come on!"

Neville looked up at the man with a brilliant smile, as if he felt that Anton's whole body was glowing.

"Um!"

He nodded vigorously.

At this time, he only had one belief - he couldn't live up to this trust, and he couldn't let Anton down!