Look in the Mirror and You'll Know

Anton got up early the next day, still bleary-eyed. He had gone to bed late last night, thinking about how to strike back.

Publish his improved Horcrux-making method, one that required no killing?

That would definitely drive Voldemort mad.

But damn it, thinking about it made him feel so unwilling. Better keep this thing for himself. He really couldn't bear to teach it to people he didn't even know.

Should he imitate Voldemort and find an animal to describe his behavior, then viciously insult him based on that animal's habits?

That could work. Anton had the knowledge for it too, but doing that somehow felt like a clumsy imitation. It seemed beneath him, and even thinking about it made him uncomfortable.

He pondered for a long time but still didn't know what to do.

The more he thought about it, the more unwilling he felt.

The more he thought about it, the more annoyed he became.

So what if I like watching the fun?

So what if I'm amazing at Transfiguration?

So what if I'm good at soul-related magic?

So what if I hide in the school and refuse to come out?

So what if I figured out the Dementors' negative emotion and the Positive Emotion behind the Patronus Charm and Tickling Charm?

Anton was so furious that while carrying out the first step of the Flying Charm Ritual Magic—casting the Killing Curse on the potion—he nearly blasted both the potion and its container apart with one spell.

Old Voldy, Old Voldy, I'm keeping my eyes on you!

Using the Levitation Charm to place the potions into the belly of a Golden Snitch he had prepared beforehand, he rode his Flying Broomstick over the Forbidden Forest and released it back into nature.

From afar, he watched the Golden Snitch flash