"There are many obstacles!" The light of the spell lit up, and the trees and stones tumbled, quickly creating obstacles behind the wizard.

Oh, no, it should be a little wizard.

Or rather, Seamus.

Seamus Finnigan of Gryffindor!

Half-blood wizards, in potions, spells, etc., show extremely unstable ability to release magic power, often producing explosions. This one is not low in popularity among Anton's past fans.

God of explosions.

Very cool title.

Anton doesn't like him very much. This person is almost the exact opposite of himself. He is more obsessed with the fine control of magic. Seamus' control of magic is a mess.

At the same time, Anton is more inclined to pursue the wonder of magic, rather than the lethality of magic. But with the 'talent' shown by Seamo, if this person can make good use of the instability of his magical control, he should have a good future in destructive spells such as 'Blasting Rumble'.

To put it simply, this person is a fighting-type wizard, and Anton is a research-scholar-type wizard.

Combat type, the cabin already has a Neville.

Neville clearly has more potential.

But the current Seamo's strength has obviously surpassed Anton's understanding of him in the past.

One hand was dripping with blood, and there were werewolf scratches on it.

"Heal as ever!"

The light of the spell lit up, and the bleeding on his arm stopped very quickly, but he still couldn't exert his strength and fell down softly.

"Armor protection!"

The werewolf kicked the tree trunk and rushed over, and Seamus raised his wand again, "The werewolf expel!"

Bang!

The werewolf was thrown from a distance, hit a big tree, fell down slowly, and struggled in the grass.

Seamus didn't take the opportunity to escape, but waved his wand and muttered to the ground.

Soon, the werewolf roared again and rushed over.

Seamus waved his wand, and a flimsy vine from the treetops wrapped around the werewolf's feet and dragged it to the ground.

slap!

slammed into a quagmire.

This magically made quagmire was like a large bubbling swamp, and the werewolf struggled until his feet fell into it.

"Hard as iron!"

Seamus cast a spell on the swamp again, instantly turning the swamp into a large piece of solidified ground with a peculiar metallic luster.

At this point, the threat of the werewolf was finally lifted.

Seamus sat down panting against a big tree.

Gently untied a leather package in his arms, opened it, and a unicorn was lying inside.

The unicorn was obviously dead, and there was a very thin wound on its neck, and silver blood with a metallic texture slowly dripped from the wound.

"I have to quickly turn its blood into a potion!"

Seamus' voice was hoarse, with a hint of panic, "Damn, my talent in potions has always been bad, what should I do?"

"Can Snape still believe it?"

"No, I can't go to him, I clearly felt the presence of Lord Dark Lord in school! But Snape is indifferent, I have to doubt his loyalty!"

"Lord Dark Lord must be very weak."

Seamus pulled his arm away, and a dark mark slowly emerged, "I can feel that the Dark Lord is still here, yes, the ability of our family blood has always been able to gain more perception than others!"

"Master must restore the ability of magic as soon as possible, I only need to offer the potion made of unicorn blood, when the master is the weakest!"

"Yes, I will have a very good future!"

"Anthony Weasley, I smell the master's breath on him. Although it is very faint, very faint, but I know that maybe I can find some clues in him!"

At this moment, his face quickly twisted and changed.

"Damn, it's time for the compound decoction!"

He gasped and took out a small bottle from the inside of the wizard's robe, opened it with his teeth, and drank it all in one breath.

Gradually, his face returned to that of Seamus again.

Finally, he regained some strength, stood up with the trunk, tightened the leather bag on his body, and glared at the werewolf.

"Damn, there are werewolves in the Forbidden Forest at Hogwarts!"

After that, he staggered step by step into the depths of the forbidden forest.

On the treetops, An Dong stared at his back indifferently, with colorful swirls in his eyes, quickly recording the soul of this person.

If it wasn't in the past now, he would definitely kill this guy immediately.

So, when Draco released the black snake, was the unremarkable Seamus behind Harry secretly casting influence?

Apparently, the chaos at the school had really caused some messy people to take the opportunity to hide in Hogwarts.

"Simo..."

If Anton remembers correctly, Seamus is Harry Potter's roommate.

This is a very clever identity.

It is very close to the Harry Potter that the Dark Lord wants most, as long as everyone is sleeping in the middle of the night and raises his wand and shoots it at Harry, it will be interesting.

And Ron's mouse, Wormtail, is also in this dorm.

Awesome, two Death Eaters in one bedroom.

In order to confirm this information, Anton returned to his human form, put his wand against his head, and used the memory of the goblin family to retrieve the secret method.

Finally he raised an eyebrow.

"It really is!"

There are five people in Harry Potter's bedroom, Harry and Ron, Neville, Seamus and Dean.

Five-person dormitory, three groups.

Seamus' best friend is Dean Thomas, a little black brother and one of several ex-boyfriends of Ron's sister Ginny, who once kissed Ginny in Harry's face.

To put it simply, Dean was in a relationship with his roommate's sister, and another roommate pryed him into the corner.

tsk tsk.

Even if there are no Death Eaters, this kind of dormitory relationship is definitely intricate.

"Quack quack~~~"

Flick the time changer

"Dumbledore, a Death Eater has infiltrated Harry Potter's bedroom, using Polyjuice to pretend to be his roommate Seamus Finnigan!"

Back in real time, Anton returned to Hogwarts Castle immediately and found Old Deng.

Although such a Death Eater was a good material for experiments, Anton did not decide to deal with it himself.

He wasn't in a state affected by Voldemort's Confusion Curse, so how could he create some inexplicable accidents for himself in order to find excitement.

Talking directly to Dumbledore is the best solution.

The speed is clean and crisp.

Dumbledore's expression changed, and he stood up frowning, and a strong wind suddenly blew in the headmaster's office.

Gradually, the wind calmed down, and all the rattling things returned to their original positions.

"I didn't feel his breath at school!"

Dumbledore stretched out his finger and lightly tapped in mid-air, a wave of magic like apparition struck, and everything in his vision was rapidly distorted.

Anton blinked and was stunned to find that he had appeared in Gryffindor's bedroom, where there were Gryffindor signs everywhere.

Harry and Ron were not in the bedroom. When Anton just returned to the castle, he saw them at the Quidditch pitch.

Neville wasn't there either, and he was probably still in Professor Sprout's greenhouse with Hannah.

In the bedroom, only the little black brother Dean Thomas was lying on the bed reading a magic book.

He stared blankly at the sudden appearance of Dumbledore and Anton, and opened his mouth in surprise.

"Thomas, do you know where Finnigan (Seamus' surname) went?" Dumbledore stared at him.

"Professor Dumbledore, Seamus suddenly felt a pain in his arm this morning. I persuaded him to go to the school infirmary to see Madam Pomfrey." Dean quickly got up from the bed and quickly tucked the magic book into the bed.

Dumbledore frowned and shook his head, "There is no Finnigan in the school infirmary, I just saw it."

As he spoke, he waved his fingers lightly, and a suitcase slipped out from under Seamus' bed.

pat.

The lock was opened, and the lid of the suitcase opened automatically, revealing a small face full of horror.

It's Seamus Finnigan!

A burst of magical light surged, and the tape on Seamus' mouth and hands and feet quickly detached, and he crawled out of the box in panic.

"Professor Dumbledore, a middle-aged man tied me in a box and pulled my hair every day!"

Dean watched all this in astonishment, UU reading www.uukanshu.com "Merlin's beard!"

He didn't understand what was going on, but he was shocked.

Dumbledore sighed, took out a piece of chocolate from his pocket and handed it to Seamus, rubbing his head, "Son, it's all right. Thomas, you accompany Finnigan to the school infirmary and ask Pomfrey to do it. Check it out, ma'am."

"Remember, don't tell anyone what happened."

The two little wizards nodded in panic, and hurriedly walked out.

Dumbledore's face was sinking like water, and he looked out the window coldly. The originally clear sky was suddenly cloudy and cloudy, and in a moment, it was covered with dark clouds and electric lights surged.

Anton raised his eyebrows behind his back.

What a powerful weather spell!

Such a familiar weather spell!

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