In the principal's office, Dumbledore found a box from the bookshelf. It was bronze in color and covered with strange gray and silver patterns. It was boxy and almost the size of a human head.

He looked at it with some nostalgia, gently wiped the dust on it, and put it on his desk.

With a tap of the wand, the magic light flashes, and the box naturally expands, revealing an eyeball inside.

An eyeball the size of a basketball.

"Grindelwald's eyes, this..."

Before Dumbledore could finish speaking, Anton screamed, "Did you dig out his eyes?"

“!!!!”

Dumbledore raised his tone with rare excitement, "This is an alchemical item!"

"Oh." Anton breathed a sigh of relief.

Oh my god~

Sometimes many things in the wizarding world cannot be explained by common sense, and digging out an eyeball does not seem to be an unacceptable thing.

This eyeball looks like a crystal ball, with thick black mist swirling inside, and blue electric light flashing from time to time.

Lao Deng stroked his eyeballs and said with a smile, "Grindelwald is a prophet. He can always see some pictures of the future. In order for me to have this wonderful ability, he made this eye."

He winked, showing a childish mocking expression, "But he failed."

"This eye cannot let people see the future, it can only explore the reality." Lao Deng raised his finger and said with some pride, "Explore the reality deep in the soul."

He pointed to the chair opposite the desk and asked Anton to sit down.

Then his slender hands covered with strange rings held his eyes and turned around, aiming the middle pupil at Anton.

"Looking at it, this thing is not that effective. You need to completely open your heart, just like looking in the mirror to find the pimples on your face, eager to see the truth of your soul."

"It's like looking in the mirror."

"I know you can do it. Your child's desire to explore is so pure."

Lao Deng muttered in a very subtle tone, but Anton could only see his own reflection in the pupils of his eyes, and nothing else.

The skin is white, tender, moist and shiny, and super handsome.

"These eyes seem useless."

"Stop paying attention to these eyes and look at yourself in the pupils..."

boom!

There was a silent explosion, as if the whole world suddenly exploded. Anton's vision quickly shuttled, and everything he saw was dense fog of various colors.

Until the deepest part.

A strange image appeared in front of Anton.

A translucent black soul, Anton recognized it as his current appearance.

Countless black lines connect to another soul, a soul that is so twisted that it is almost impossible to see the human form.

It's just that the soul has opened countless cracks, and countless electric lights extend from the cracks, which makes the soul twist in pain and wail - this soul seems to be torn into a thick fog at any time.

"Hey, there are two souls in your body." Dumbledore's figure appeared next to him, looking at the image curiously, "It looks like twins, but unfortunately the connection between you is not completely broken, it is with you.

Sharing a body."

Anton pursed his lips and did not answer. He just looked at the twisted soul with an inexplicable expression.

Dumbledore exclaimed, "Your twin brother lives in your body, and it seems that no spiritual intelligence was born. The wonders of this world are always endless to explore, and various coincidences will always create the talents of each individual."

"Because of this unconscious soul, you have an extra shield to deal with the spells targeting the soul. Your achievements in transformation also come from its instability."

Anton looked at the soul in silence and finally sighed.

"Is there a way to cut off the connection between us so that he can completely go to the world of the dead?"

Dumbledore looked at him in surprise, "If this is the case, you will completely lose these talents, the talent of transformation, and the talent of resisting soul attacks."

Anton shook his head, "I owe him, right? I took his body, I used him as a shield, and I used his torn characteristics to achieve the talent of transformation."

"He looks in too much pain for my liking."

"I don't want to owe him this. I would rather become an ordinary person than see him in so much pain."

Dumbledore smiled and patted Anton's shoulder gently, "You have qualities that most people don't have."

"No regrets?"

"No regrets!"

"You really don't regret it?"

"Old man, are you bothered? I do regret it, but there are things I do and things I don't do. If you have the ability, can you do me a favor?"

Dumbledore shrugged, "I do have a way. They all call me the greatest white wizard of this century. I have a way."

As he spoke, he winked mischievously.

He looked at Anton seriously, "Many times, excellent people will say that it might be good if they could become more ordinary. But they don't know the pain of ordinary people at all. Those people only hope for themselves.

Even if it's just a little bit better, I'll be thankful to God."

Anton looked at Dumbledore indifferently, "Believe me, I know what it feels like to be ordinary. If you talk so much, I will really regret it."

Taking a deep breath, "Let's do it!"

"As you wish." Dumbledore smiled, "If your talent becomes ordinary due to this, I will compensate you. After all, it was caused by my own hands."

He raised his hand and gently stretched out his slender fingers.

"You're right, I won't be polite to you." Anton's eyes suddenly widened in the middle of speaking.

I saw green magic light bursting out from Lao Deng's fingers, rushing towards the black thread connecting the two souls, and breaking several of them with a slight flick.

He suddenly felt that his whole body became much more relaxed.

But that's not the point.

Anton stared at Dumbledore dumbfounded, "Avada who casts spells without a wand and casts silent spells... is chewing a big melon?"

You bad old man used a spell to restrict me from using black magic, but you did it so smoothly yourself?

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! It is a wandless spell and a silent curse. Do you know that this is the Unforgivable Curse? Ah?

Dumbledore smiled funny, "The Soul Scalpel, your invention, is very useful, isn't it?"

Yes Yes Yes.

you are awesome.

Anton rolled his eyes speechlessly.

"..."

"..."

As the connected black lines were disconnected, Anton felt extremely comfortable. It was as if he had been carrying dozens of bags of sand and soil on his body, but now that he was taking away the bags, he became more relaxed.

He even felt like he was in control of his body.

He raised his hand and looked at it in surprise.

Anton was convinced that it would be very easy if he turned several of his fingers into werewolf fingers, viper tails, and color-changing wind bird wings at the same time.

So, in fact, by cutting open the soul of the original body that was about to be torn apart, I have become more and more gifted in transformation?

Is it the original soul that hinders his own development?

Dumbledore's movements were fast, clean, precise and elegant, a perfect operation.

With the last gentle touch, the two souls were completely separated.

Then a magical scene happened.

A translucent curtain that seemed to exist or not appear in mid-air, as if it had always been there forever, and it was only after death that we could truly see it.

The unconscious soul began to float towards the curtain, with a smile on its face, as if to say - hey, great, everything is over.

"Deng... Dumbledore, have you seen it?" Anton was shocked.

"Unbelievable!" Dumbledore also had a shocked expression.

"So!" Anton grabbed Dumbledore's arm with force and pointed fiercely at the soul floating towards the curtain, "It's me who is being used as a shield. I was pushed in front by this guy to withstand countless curses.

In the end, the whole soul is about to be torn apart?"

Dumbledore looked like he had seen a ghost, "It seems so."

"Quickly, help me unlock the restrictions, I'm going to give him a death curse!" Anton was extremely angry.

Seeing that Dumbledore was unmoved, Anton angrily pulled out his wand and said, "Arrow Curse!"

Phew, an arrow flew towards the soul.

He felt that now he was able to release the magic spell particularly freely and naturally, and the power was significantly increased, but this made him even more unhappy.

Oh, so I was dragged down by this guy before?

"All petrified!"

"Tow rope!"

"Loyal Guardian!"

"Fire Elephant Curse!"

"..."

Dumbledore grabbed him hard from behind, "Calm down, kid, calm down, aren't you very angry? Don't be like this!"

"I'm so arrogant, I want him to die!"

Suddenly, Anton rolled his eyes and fainted.
Chapter completed!