"Huh?" Anton retracted his hand holding the wand and raised his eyebrows, "Old Si is awesome!"
Idols are indeed idols, and they have touched the realm of life.
Oh, it seems that from the beginning, from the first private potions lesson given to Anton, Snape's theory seems to have continued in the direction of exploring the field of life.
The theory of soul, blood, and physical existence.
Inexplicably, Anton suddenly realized that this big man, who had shown a talent for potions far beyond the average person when he was a student, did not seem to have stagnated over the years. He was just immersed in the most difficult and cutting-edge fields and could not extricate himself.
Maybe he just wanted to resurrect Lily in the first place?
But no matter what, with the arrival of Anton, the time traveler, Lao Si, the idol, finally took that step and reached the realm of life he wanted to reach.
Anton could feel that the wizards and Muggles walking in the silver forest leading to the Veil were not just souls.
The most awesome thing Lao Si did was not to retain these souls.
In the forest made of silver light, they still maintain all 'traces' of the world, their love, hatred, and hatred for this world, or in other words, their spirituality.
The blood that turned into real meaning, or the symbolic heart of ritual magic, beat in their souls.
If you just look at it with the naked eye, you can see that among the pale souls of all the people in the silver forest, there is a beating heart, and countless life qi machines operating in a complex and natural way.
"How did he do it!!!" Grindelwald and Dumbledore were both shocked.
To be honest, they really didn't pay much attention to Severus Snape before. This is not an element that needs to be considered carefully when playing chess.
But now, looking at the scene in front of them, they were all shocked.
"From a spiritual point of view..." Anton didn't know what he was thinking of and chuckled, "You know, when there are still people in the world who miss a person and record such a person, he is in the life of the person.
It's not a complete death, it's just a journey to the world of the dead."
"Only if he is completely forgotten, his memory will no longer have a place in the long river of time. He will no longer have the power to pull each other to maintain his own existence in the long river of spirituality, so he will completely disappear."
"Similar to the magic of love." Anton gave the answer. Read the book
"The magic of love?" Grindelwald raised his eyebrows, still not quite understanding, "It doesn't look like it, we all know that the full name of this magic is 'love and sacrifice', and what is needed is that someone sacrifices and pays for love.
The price. But I don't see the boy Snape paying the price."
"No, no, no, it's not from this angle." Anton looked at the silver forest in amazement, "It's other people's love for this person, even their hatred, and so on. In short, that's how we feel the world.
All living things and spirituality are involved in our emotions, will, memory, thinking, time and traces, and we will have the meaning of existence, so we exist."
"Tsk~" Grindelwald finally understood, "In other words, if someone is not cared about by anyone, Snape's magic has no way of bringing them back from death!"
"Yes!" Anton looked up at the vague curtains on the horizon and said with emotion, "I saw that some people did not stop and walked into the curtains. This is normal, isn't it? No one
If you don’t care about them anymore, they have no purpose to live anymore.”
"I don't think so." Grindelwald curled his lips, "We live for ourselves, not for others."
Dumbledore pursed his lips and said, "In fact, some people really live for others."
He looked at Snape floating above the silver forest with admiration. His eyes were filled with approval and joy at seeing the powerful wizard. He turned to look at Anton with a very happy look, "Why can you understand Western knowledge so quickly?"
Fleurs’ magic?”
"That's right!" Grindelwald also reacted and looked at Anton in disbelief, "I think although you have become more powerful, you won't surpass us old guys by that much, right?"
"Quack quack..."
Anton's face was filled with excitement, "Because I have spread the magic theory "Wizards are Gods", so as long as others develop any magic according to this theory, it will be easy for me to understand."
Grindelwald clicked his tongue.
Dumbledore smiled and said, "My child, you deserve this. Forerunners are destined not to be alone."
"Yeah, quack quack..." Anton shook his head with a look on his face.
As Snape cast the spell, the silver forest extending from the curtain spread directly towards the ground, or in other words, towards the real world.
With a series of compound spells such as 'Resurrection', 'Restore as before' and so on, everyone is gradually restoring their appearance before the nuclear bomb exploded.
Even a stain on his clothes was recovered.
It's like going back in time.
Of course, the Dark Lord Voldemort and Speaker Riddle had no chance to see such a magical scene.
The Dark Lord seemed to be a little stressed by the nuclear bomb. After feeling the smell of the nuclear explosion for a moment, he apparated away from the place as fast as possible and tried his best.
Quack, quack…
Obviously, during the last nuclear explosion, he was disgusted by Anton's magic and had a psychological shadow.
"I……"
"Still alive?"
‘Old Barty’ looked in disbelief at everything around him that was destroyed by the nuclear explosion, as well as his own hands that felt real.
He was just sick! Even scared!
Yes, he is a lunatic who is not even afraid of death, but he unexpectedly discovered that his soul was actually the shape of his father, Old Batty.
He originally knew that the body would maintain its deformed appearance after death after drinking the Polyjuice Potion. This was how his mother replaced him from Azkaban Prison.
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His heart even began to become distorted, and he felt with horror that he was gradually turning into the real old Batty, and countless desires for power began to surge in his heart.
It was an extremely cold feeling, without any sense of humanity anymore.
Yes, he has always known that his father, old Batty, cannot even be called a human being. There is no one more suitable to be described as a 'political creature'.
Even the memories of old Barty began to fill his mind, which was so disgusting. There was no nostalgia for his dead wife, only thoughts about how to continue to maintain the interests of the pure-blood family behind his wife after losing her.
.
This is the reason why he hates his father so much. He loves his mother very much, but he has no feelings for that politician at all.
Some are just disgusted.
And he almost turned into that disgusting person and completely lost himself.
Little Barty even began to think about the mother who was unwilling to leave her father but always felt cold and finally depressed to the point of suffocation and longed for death. Did she also become herself after going to the world of the dead?
In other words, she will tolerate everything about herself and have two memories at the same time, but they will not be so contradictory and exist in a tolerant state.
he does not know.
Little Barty was a little confused. He wanted to get out of the effect of the Polyjuice Potion and regain his appearance.
But now was obviously not the best time. He looked left and right at the countless Aurors surrounding the place, and finally chose to continue to endure.
Seeing that everyone was looking at the sudden appearance of Snape in amazement, he quickly called to the Auror behind him, "Catch that Crabbe, he just killed everyone in the most evil way!"
Crabbe didn't feel good at all at the moment.
Just after he entered the realm of death, he suddenly felt that his entire memory was distorted. Countless confusing information entered his distorted thinking, and the emotions and thoughts generated made him feel so uncomfortable.
I feel uncomfortable as if there is a dull volcano in my heart that may erupt at any time.