Anton discovered that this magical power spread throughout the entire building.

Whether it's the old handrails, the mottled and damp walls, or the corridor windows that sway and creak in the wind.

Everything exudes a touch of sadness and depression.

Yes, flavor.

A feeling that is lighter than emotion, let alone will.

Anton has seen a house cursed by a siren, where the strong emotions have reached the level of will, but here it is just the opposite, it is just a faint charm.

The charm is hard to find.

He can only feel it through the "Lake of the Soul". Whether he learned how to feel the magic power of potion materials in school, or whether he had the "Wizard's Eye" or "The Eye of the Oracle" before, it is difficult to observe such a faint thing.

magic.

It was so light that it was almost impossible to bring about any magical effect. But it was so huge that it enveloped the entire apartment building.

This charm is so obscure that it is difficult for ordinary wizards to feel the surge of magic power attached to it.

"Is this the magical property of some kind of dark magic creature?"

Anton rubbed the cold wall in front of him doubtfully, a little unsure.

Not every magical thing in this world can allow wizards to intuitively feel the existence of magical power, such as sunlight, moonlight, heavy rain and thunder, etc.

Everything that exists in nature carries the greatest evil

However, wizards can only confirm this through the use of ritual magic.

Of course, if Anton transforms into a fortune teller, he can also see this scene. Everything turns into colorful lines, including the sunlight.

Oh, the current 'Lake of the Soul' is also available.

At this moment, there was a burst of noise from downstairs, and Anton vaguely felt that the magic covering the entire building was boiling, as if the quiet and sad lake turned into a surging sea.

He walked to the window in the stairwell and looked down. He saw several cars parked at the door of the apartment building. Several people in suits and ties were pointing at the building and talking. One of them even opened a

drawing.

"You can't rob our house!" Several apartment building residents rushed towards them, but were blocked by several burly bodyguards.

Anton raised his eyebrows and walked down the stairs, returning to the house where Luping and the others were currently.

The middle-aged couple also stood by the window and looked downstairs.

"Damn it! Damn it!" The husband held the window edge tightly with both hands, his face turned red, and he roared in a low voice.

The wife just folded her arms and cried softly.

The middle-aged man with a goatee also walked out of the room and looked at them doubtfully, "What happened?"

"They are going to sell this building and let the guy with the cigar run the mall!" The husband turned angrily, pointing at the people outside the window and said, "They are going to kick us out, and we will have no place to live.

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"It's all your fault!" the wife roared in a broken voice, "It's all your fault that you are incapable of giving us a home and want my daughter and I to live on the streets!"

"I'm telling you, Tom, don't expect us to change with you.

If we become homeless, I will find other people willing to take us in, and find a capable man!"

The husband's flushed face turned purple. He looked at the middle-aged man with the goatee and Anton who was standing at the door and seemed frightened with some embarrassment. He couldn't help gritting his teeth, "Do you have to quarrel with me at this time?"

"Yes!" His wife looked at him with cold eyes, "Do you think you can maintain your face and dignity if you don't talk about this now and live on the streets after being kicked out?"

"I'm telling you, if they really drive us away, I will divorce you immediately and take my daughter away from you. You don't have the ability to give us a home anyway!"

They were noisy louder and louder, and the quarrel became more intense. The middle-aged man with a goatee was caught in the middle with a bitter smile on his face. He shouldn't have asked such a topic just now, causing them to quarrel again.

Anton quietly slipped out of the door

He came in and walked into the little girl's room.

At this moment, the little girl was sitting in the corner of the bed with tears streaming down her face, curled up and muttering in a low voice, "Stop quarreling, stop quarreling..."

Behind her, a ferocious shadow slowly emerged. Lu Ping sighed and turned to look at Anton and Anna, "This is the shadow of destruction in the desire elf. It's a pity that such a powerful name can't help.

If the host destroys anything, it can only destroy the host's own soul."

Anna looked at the little girl curiously, who seemed to be unable to hear their conversation, and asked doubtfully, "Will every child who hears his parents quarrel have a shadow of destruction?"

"Not really." Lupine shook his head and pulled out a piece of parchment from the suitcase. He had to record this situation and report it to the local Magic Congress so that they could allow them to expel the shadow attached to the little girl.

Without this procedure, he would be prosecuted by the Magical Congress for violating the Statute of Secrecy.

Although he had a way to deal with this matter and cast spells directly, this was a critical moment. Dumbledore was standing behind him, and he could not let himself become a breakthrough for the Death Eaters and Saints to attack Dumbledore and the Order of the Phoenix.

"It's an accidental situation. Neither Defense Against the Dark Arts nor occult science can explain why, under the same conditions, there are Boggarts in some places and not in other places.

He was explaining and writing quickly.

"I think I know the answer." Anton raised his eyebrows, "There is a huge and thin magical power accumulated here. They need to find an outlet. Obviously this little girl has the most intense emotions within the scope of this magical power.

, leveraging this magic power."

Lu Ping raised his head in shock, "A huge amount of magic power?"

He turned back and stared at the door, took out the wand from his windbreaker pocket, shook his senses for a while, and looked at Anton doubtfully, "I don't feel any magic here? There are only a few wizards here, and we don't use magic. Others

They're all Muggles!"

Anton just grinned, "Muggles also have magic power, just like sunlight also has magic power."

He walked to the window, opened the curtains, and opened the window. Suddenly, the noise outside the window could be heard.

"Wow~ There are more and more people, and the Muggle police are here too!" Anton looked at this scene in amazement, feeling the unique reflection in the 'Lake of the Soul', "Although Muggles can't cast magic

, missing the wizard blood, but still possessing magic power, so many Muggles carry such strong negative emotions, it will change the entire environment, and then humans and the environment will jointly give birth to a world that is too thin to be felt and so huge that it is so large.

Magic group."

Everything outside the window seemed like a silent drama, rising and falling with the magic that enveloped the entire building.

The police officers drew their guns, and the apartment residents were driven away from the businessman who planned to invest here. They were so angry, so sad, so gnashing their teeth, so intense.

Then~

Bang~

The magic map on the building was boiling and rolling rapidly, becoming more and more intense.

Officers retreated as a group emerged carrying various flags and signs.

Then something particularly dramatic happened, as the place seemed to become a stage, with investors, businessmen, police officers, and residents all being squeezed aside.

Soon, another man in a suit and ties came here. Surrounded by a group of people, he waved his fists with extremely touching words. Somehow, this place became his stage again.

Especially lively.
Chapter completed!