I'm an Idiot

Anton's vision was filled with dense magical light. All around him, the wooden splinters, stones, gears, wrenches, and everything else that had been flying wildly about came to a halt. Even the swaying house fell silent.

For a brief moment, the entire world grew unnaturally quiet.

Then—

BOOM~

A tremendous explosion rang out. The whole space was like a shaken soda bottle with its cap popped off, everything inside surging and blasting outward.

The Undetectable Extension Charm on the island cabin had cracked.

The contents of more than a thousand square meters of space burst apart inside the tiny wooden cabin, barely twenty square meters in size.

Everyone was blasted away.

"Broomstick, come to me!" Anton didn't know the Summoning Charm, but he had mastered a godly skill: Wizards as Gods. As long as his will when casting a spell was firm enough—firm beyond what was normal—some spells didn't strictly require a particular incantation or wand movement.

The Flying Broomstick weaved through countless pieces of wreckage and currents of air, speeding toward him. Anton and Anna, held in his arms, mounted it and shot into the sky.

At that very moment, Snape was still unleashing spells furiously. A terrifying beam of magic tore through the sky, crushing everything in its path before striking the goblin Pedro in the chest.

Pedro spewed a huge rainbow of blood. The purple goblin puppet behind him vanished, as did the shield.

He fell toward the sea like a rag doll.

The Flying Broomstick swooped down and, with a precise whip of its tail, shoved the end of the broom into Pedro's suit vest, leaving him dangling in midair.

With the suitcase in Anna's arms added to the load, the Flying Broomstick was so overwhelmed that it skimmed the surface of the sea, unable to climb any higher.

Almost at the same moment, the Werewolf burst out of the wreckage and slammed a huge wolf's paw into Snape's face.

Smack!

Snape spun sideways through a full 360 degrees and flew past Anton.

Splash.

A huge wave shot up.

All three of them were drenched.

"Roar!" On all fours, the Werewolf roared at Anton and the others on the sea. He grabbed a piece of broken machinery from the ground and hurled it at them.

"Holy shit!"

Anton whipped the broomstick around again, flinging the goblin off its tail and onto a large plank floating on the water, then shot into the sky.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh.

Stones, thick wooden pillars, cauldrons, and all sorts of things came hurtling toward them like cannonballs.

Anton deftly maneuvered the Flying Broomstick through them. He had the old wizard's pursuit to thank for how quickly he'd learned to handle a broom.

Just then, a figure burst out of the water.

Snape!

The man was flying through the air, without using any tool at all!

The Flight Charm!

Anton had watched a short video about the spell. In the entire Harry Potter story, only two people could fly through the air without using anything to help them—Snape and Voldemort.

It was said that this advanced dark magic spell had been invented by Voldemort.

That was so cool. Anton's eyes lit up as he watched Snape. He loved that spell.

Snape looked around indifferently, murder in his eyes, and spotted Anton straight ahead.

Shit!

Anton shuddered at his look. Snape raised the arm holding his wand.

"Idol!"

Anton's affectionate cry was choked with tears. "I almost died! Sob, sob. It's so good to see you again. You're alive! Hahaha, you're alive! You really are worthy of being my idol!"

The young wizard was clearly overjoyed. He wobbled excitedly, nearly falling off the Flying Broomstick, then hastily grabbed it again.

Snape's lips twitched. He silently turned his head and looked toward the Werewolf on the island.

"Lupin!"

Moonlight spilled across the island. The Werewolf ran around frantically, roaring as he searched for somewhere to escape, but he shrank back from the seawater.

So all he could do was roar at Snape and Anton in the sky.

Snape watched him silently and raised his wand again.

"Idol!"

A voice called from far away.

The young wizard looked at him nervously. "Are you really going to kill him? Don't let how terrifying he looks fool you. He's just a poor man who was bitten and infected by a Werewolf."

Snape turned to look. The young wizard blinked at him with big, innocent eyes.

Whoosh!

A spell tore through the sky, skimming past Anton's hair. The intense heat radiating from its glow made goose bumps instantly rise all over his neck.

Yet Anton just stared at Snape, his eyes full of determination.

"Idol, killing people is wrong!" The young wizard spoke with such pure conviction and justice. In his young heart, he firmly held on to the purest part of the world.

"You're the hero in my heart. How can you kill someone? Back then, you helped Great Dumbledore defeat the Dark Lord, and everyone praised your great achievements. You don't know this, but the whole Wanderers' Camp was full of people cheering for you."

"But—" The young wizard's voice nearly broke as he cried out in disbelief, anguish, and fierce conviction. "How can you be a bad person who kills people!"

Whoosh!

The glaring spell streaked past in front of him, even closer this time, grazing his skin.

All right!

I did my best!

Anton sharply raised the Flying Broomstick and fled with a whoosh.

At last, the world fell quiet again.

Snape looked toward the Werewolf once more.

"Lupin!"

His voice was hollow. "If you, with your bleeding heart, hadn't helped that piece of dog shit get together with Lily, she wouldn't have died there in the end!"

"You never cared about right or wrong. As long as someone was good to you, you'd grovel and try to please them like a pathetic little dog."

Snape sneered, his eyes full of anger.

"But you fool, Potter never trusted you. He only trusted that bastard. He only told that bastard about the Fidelius Charm!"

"Hahahaha, nobody trusts you."

"Because you're a Werewolf, hahaha, because you're a Werewolf."

As Snape spoke, tears ran down his face. "They always like to label people like that. You're a Werewolf, so you can't be fully trusted. I liked dark magic, and Lily thought I was beyond saving. She wanted nothing to do with me."

"Bullshit. It's all bullshit!"

"Die, Lupin. Then you won't have to live such a miserable life!" Snape looked at the Werewolf with bitter sympathy and passed sentence on him.

"Sectumsempra!"

Whoosh!

"Protego!"

A blue shield appeared in front of the Werewolf, deflecting the Sectumsempra spell.

Anton returned alone on the Flying Broomstick, flicked its tail around, and stopped nearby.

Snape looked at him coldly. "I thought I'd already given you two chances."

Anton smiled brightly. In the moonlight, his white teeth gleamed. "Yeah. Sometimes I think I'm an idiot."