Excellent qualities that a traveler should possess include knife repair and handling corpses.
Anton, however, did neither of these things.
Except for the initial instance when he eagerly placed the Fiennes's corpse in the suitcase, he never touched him again. Even during this recent move, he used a long hook to extract him.
He knew that there must be some treasure in the pocket of Fiennes's robe, but he had no desire to touch it.
This caution stemmed from the old wizard's own actions and words.
Even when it came to the specific items he had initially desired, Fiennes remained cautious and would sometimes have his apprentice handle the corpse instead.
He recall that during that time, Fiennes's apprentice perished, leaving only two remaining. Fiennes casually pointed to the more expendable chubby boy between Anton and the other chubby boy.
After the poor child's body was searched and found to be unharmed, she cried at night, feeling as though she had been given a second chance at life.
However, on the third night, a head sprouted from her shoulder, a head that belonged to the deceased old witch.
Countless strange and bizarre spells have been passed down from the ancient era of wizardry. By current evaluation standards, nearly all of them would be classified as dark magic.
These peculiar spells may hold no significance in the eyes of individuals such as Snape and McGonagall from Hogwarts. However, beyond the jurisdiction of the Ministry of Magic, in the shadowy corners of the world, they are responsible for countless deaths. Many lives have been claimed.
This is what is known as the lawless realm of wandering wizards at the bottom.
The more one learns, the more one becomes entangled, and the more entangled one becomes, the more one desires to study further. Sometimes, people vanish as they delve into their studies.
Realizing that the situation was dire, Anton swiftly flipped over and mounted the broom, soaring away with wild abandon.
As he sped through the unobstructed sky, with no need to worry about colliding with anything, he was able to relax and cast a glance back at the scene.
But this glance nearly scared the soul out of him.
In the distance, he witnessed a figure emerging from the dark green formation.
It was Fiennes!
However, unlike before, Fiennes's body appeared faded, pale, and translucent.
The tattered wizard robe draped over him fluttered without wind, and the head he held in his hands stared intently at Anton!
After a while, Fiennes floated into the small building above.
To Anton's astonishment, the small building underwent a miraculous transformation.
The wooden and rusted iron walls cracked and began flapping like the wings of a large bird.
After a few flutters, it actually took flight.
"What to the fuck!" Anton exclaimed in shock, gripping his broom tightly and lowering his body. He discovered that this reduced wind resistance and allowed the broom to fly even faster.
The speed of the small building was astonishing!
It was even faster than a broomstick!
Fortunately, this flying object doesn't seem to travel very far. After a certain distance, it lands on the ground and then takes flight again.
In this manner, they continue speeding through the depths of the forest.
The broomstick maintains a constant top speed, regardless of how much force is exerted. It doesn't adjust its speed based on the strength of the wizard's magic power.
Anton is immensely grateful for his wise decision earlier. Without this broom, he would surely meet his death tonight.
However, the continuous pursuit is starting to take its toll.
The bird-like flying small building shows no signs of fatigue, but Anton is beginning to feel weary.
The broomstick only has an invisible cushion of gas, and supporting his entire body requires gripping the broomstick with both hands.
Combined with the high-speed winds, it relentlessly slaps against his face.
Anton feels his entire body growing numb.
It has been an hour.
An hour of nonstop flying.
Still in relentless pursuit.
"This requires more than just patience, doesn't it?" Anton's face contorts with determination, knowing that patience alone won't suffice.
In times like these, one must remain calm and composed.
His only option for retaliation is to draw his wand and cast a spell. However, whether it's a soul-shifting spell or a misplaced soul spell, and whether it will be effective or not, he risks falling into a state of extreme weakness by casting a spell beyond his capabilities.
He might even fall off the broom.
This is not a wise choice.
No matter how vast the UK may be, it is still just an island.
There's no need to reach the sky; as long as Anton can fly over the sea, he has countless ways to disable this thing that needs to land and survive!
The truth has proven that with enough patience, opportunities will always present themselves!
In an unfamiliar mining area, as the small building descended and took flight again, it got stuck due to the uneven terrain, causing a large piece of wooden flooring from the ground floor to crash down.
Anton's eyes gleamed with excitement.
He spotted an opportunity!
Twisting his broomstick, he started to turn, with Fiennes still in hot pursuit, and this time, the distance between them was even closer.
But this sacrifice was necessary.
Anton pressed down, and his broomstick swooped towards the mining area he had just passed.
Almost as soon as he touched the ground, he forcefully lifted the broomstick back up.
The massive building behind him wasn't as agile.
There was a loud bang, and the sound of friction was jarringly harsh.
Half of the structure collided with the ground and shattered into pieces.
Fiennes continued to chase after him tirelessly.
"Haha!" Anton soared into the sky, feeling the pent-up frustration in his chest dissipate. He let out a wild howl, "This feeling is exhilarating, so thrilling!"
Pressing down again, he dove!
In this manner, he circled around the small building, getting it stuck on the map.
Finally, this lopsided structure was completely demolished at the edge of the mine.
The magic circle formed by dark green filaments flickered for a moment before shattering completely.
"No!" Fiennes let out a shrill cry, "My armor! My armor!"
He floated up and rushed towards the ruins once more, but like matter from different dimensions, he passed straight through.
The Fiennes continued to shuttle back and forth on it, unwilling to give up.
Anton, hovering on his broomstick in mid-air, looked at him with a cold gaze.
"Ghost!"
He finally understood what it was.
There were many of these creatures in Hogwarts Castle.
If his memories were not mistaken, these ghosts were in a state between life and death. After dying, wizards have the choice to remain on Earth or enter the world of the dead.
Except for those who are particularly attached, most wizards do not choose to stay in this limbo state, where the afterlife does not want them.
Ghosts aren't even considered living beings; they are merely echoes of their former selves, imitating the appearance of life.
Aside from feeling cold to the touch, they no longer have any impact on the world.
Ambitious individuals like Grindelwald and Voldemort would never consider such creatures as their subordinates.
But now, an extraordinary scene unfolded before Anton's eyes.
Fiennes, using his self-developed magic of "dark green filamentous cracks," had actually created armor that could be controlled by ghosts during his lifetime.
In certain fields, there will always be remarkable individuals, such as a master of Obliviation.
Although their overall strength may not be exceptional, they excel in specific areas.
"Incredible." Even though Anton despised and even loathed Fiennes, he couldn't help but exclaim.
He suddenly realized that the items he had stored in his Gringotts vault might be truly valuable!
With Fiennes no longer posing a threat, it was time for Anton to pursue his new life.
Goodbye.
With a gentle lift of his arm, the broom made a graceful arc in the air and flew off into the distance.