Anthony Weasley stood on the circular altar, moving his hands lightly as if commanding something, and the bright sea of stars in the sky suddenly became restless.
It was as if the quiet sea suddenly had huge waves and became real in an instant.
A surging feeling of life made every onlooker feel an indescribable touch deep in their hearts, so moved that tears rolled down from their eyes.
It is the feeling of the soul towards its final destination.
That is the perception of the spiritual river that is difficult for ordinary wizards to reach, and now it is so clearly embodied in front of everyone.
"Is this the magical world in King Weasley's eyes?" Someone in the crowd raised their head and murmured.
These were the sub-wizards who underwent experiments in ritual magic in the "Wizard World". Peter stared blankly at the long river in the sky, feeling that his whole body was trembling with excitement that he couldn't help but feel.
King Weasley once told these people that as long as they take their time, they will slowly and completely complete the second magic riot from sub-wizards and completely become real wizards.
In a way that has the most solid foundation and completely stabilizes the magic bloodline.
But even then, after becoming a true 'pure-blood' wizard, he would probably have a hard time reaching the magical world that King Weasley has touched in his lifetime.
So wonderful, so enviable.
He was particularly envious of those members of the cabin, or members of the Navigation Corps, being able to participate so closely.
Of course, the joining of these members is not a physical job that can be replaced by some floating spells.
Or just come and watch Anton being such an awesome little brother.
They also have their own things to do.
On one of the altars, Lockhart looked nervously at Ron, who was standing on the same altar. He had a natural distrust of this somewhat clumsy student - could he do a good job?
Hehe~
Ron also had the same suspicion about this unreliable professor - can you do it?
But at such an important moment, they have no way to discuss their lack of confidence anymore. They must complete their tasks as soon as possible.
Ron carefully took out a book, which was "Thirty-six thousand, five hundred and eighty-three stories about the moon" that he had collected. (Chapter 1104)
Holding the book in his left hand, he took out the wand and gently pressed it against the book with his right hand.
At this time, he needs to cast a spell that is somewhat difficult for him - compound spellcasting.
Cast two at the same time, one is the 'Spirit of Fear', and the other is the 'Bionic Magic' that Anton taught Lockhart and Lockhart taught himself.
Ron swallowed and looked around.
Everyone was busy, and Harry was asked to cast the magic of 'love' and 'hate' at the same time, in a state of implicit spellcasting...
Hermione was asked to cast the mirror spell invented by Anton to reflect the unforgettable scenes in her life since she came into contact with the wizarding world...
Crabbe was asked to cast the Fire Spell, although he could only barely reach the threshold of 'control' that Anton described...
Everyone needs to bear a spellcasting effect that is slightly beyond their current ability, and everyone needs extra concentration and effort.
Looking at these friends around him, Ron's heart was beating so hard that he could almost hear it, and he could even feel a blood vessel on the back of his neck beating along with it.
Nervous, extremely nervous.
At the same time, a rare feeling came to my mind - a sense of responsibility.
Ron had never been given such an important responsibility. Anton once told him about the importance of his spellcasting to Anton's ritual magic, and also analyzed the magical benefits that would be obtained if the spellcasting was successful.
He took a deep breath and looked at the friends around him.
He could even feel that outside the crater, his parents and brothers were also staring at him.
Every figure, every responsibility.
Ron nodded vigorously to Lockhart beside him, waved his wand gently, and vigorously poked the book in his left hand.
He was so nervous that he almost punctured the cover of the book and almost broke the wand in his hand.
Seeing Lockhart glare at him nervously, Ron twitched the corner of his mouth innocently, showing an ugly effect, and then calmed down again.
The wand waved again.
Suddenly, a translucent spider shadow appeared on the book in his left hand.
Casting spells on the moon was obviously more difficult than on Earth, and he had to pay more attention.
He even forgot about Lockhart beside him.
The wand shook, and starlight floated up from the book, disappeared into the shadow of the spider, and floated towards the sky again.
Those floating out from the spider are milky white lines.
Anton said that these are "soul black threads", which carry information, all the information about the moon story in Ron's memory, and the books are only auxiliary effects.
Ron didn't quite understand this, but he carried it out very seriously.
"Great!" Lockhart yelled softly, assumed a standard spell-casting posture, and cast a more difficult Oblivion Curse on the fearful spirit in the book.
He obviously doesn't want these memories and information to be forgotten. He has slowly moved towards a deeper control of his memories.
Although it was difficult, he still did it.
In just an instant, the milky white lines carrying information floating on the spider's shadow changed from a trickle to a gushing torrent.
In this torrent of information, countless milky-white lines crisscrossed and spewed out, converging into a huge silver river, rushing backwards from the altar toward the sky.
As Ron and Lockhart jointly cast spells, this silver pillar of light quickly surpassed the pillar of fire cast by Crabbe and took the lead in sinking into the sky and into the sea of stars.
The moment they submerged, Lockhart and Ron seemed to have been cast a petrification spell, completely frozen on the altar.
Their souls, their spirituality, were lifted up, charged, and submerged into the spiritual river of the moon by this silver torrent that continuously spewed out.
There, in the beginning, there was only endless loneliness and desolation.
In this desolate place, there seems to be a very faint but ubiquitous charm. If you feel it carefully, it is clearly Anton.
As the spell casting time gets longer and longer, they can feel that the countless information about the moon's story carried by the magic they cast is washing away the spiritual river of the moon.
No, it would be more accurate to describe it as smearing!
It's like they are painting a magnificent masterpiece!
The canvas is the spiritual river of the moon, and the background color is Anton's spiritual river, and these people are applying their own colors little by little.
The forerunners were the first to arrive in this desolate world, giving it life and the color of all things.
Ron and Lockhart were floating on the spiritual river of the moon, feeling this wonderful feeling of not having a body but having an extraordinarily deep understanding of their own existence, which was called magical.
They can even feel that one person after another is being lifted, swept, or blended by their own magic and washed into the spiritual river of the moon.
The communication between each other is so wonderful. There are no words, but the information that the other party wants to convey can be so clearly felt.
Of course, it is also difficult for them to transfer information to each other. They are accustomed to the way of human communication, and they cannot use this way of communication well.
Everyone was deeply shocked by this scene of 'painting the portrait'.
But it all didn't seem to be going so smoothly.
There is a canvas and a background color, but the colors they applied do not seem to adhere well to the canvas. Once they are applied, they quickly fall away bit by bit.
On the altar in the center, Anton was still gently shaking the wand in his hand, feeling all this with a smile.
He was not surprised by all this. The wonderful relationship between the traces of life and the spiritual river is not as simple as carving traces on a piece of wood or smearing colors on a piece of canvas.
Anton slowly waved his wand, and the spiritual rivers of collective consciousness gathered by intelligent beings on the moon overlapped and appeared in the spiritual river of the moon.
Individuals and the environment, collective consciousness and the environment, he has already explored these magic theories, and only the final practical research is left.
He waved his hands, allowing the spiritual river of the moon to intersect with the spiritual river of human wizards on the moon.
Let them collide, and destiny is the wave of the collision between the individual and the environment.
Then, he pointed the wand in his hand at the earth in the distance.
That path, together with the long spiritual river of the past contained in the space shuttle between the moon and the earth, also participated.
Then, along this passage, every wizard on earth was included.
There is a meeting going on here, a meeting about the two levels of wizards and humans that are crucial to determine the future destiny and development. It affects everyone and every wizard!
Ritual magic is sometimes so confusing, and sometimes it seems so simple and easy to understand.
Countless spiritual rivers gather together to form the sea, colliding and setting off high waves. Destiny and time are intertwined, space and memory are overlapping...
"Quack quack..."
Anton's heart was filled with the overflowing joy of life, and he couldn't help but laugh. He smiled with joy and indescribable joy.
He raised his head slightly, moved his hands gently, suddenly raised the wand, and raised it high into the sky.
He spoke softly, but his voice was like thunder, surging through every corner of the moon for no reason.
"I declare..."
His gaze seemed to fill the entire moon, and everyone watching could feel that Anton was watching them.
"I declare! This place is habitable for wizards!"
The sound resounded throughout heaven and earth.
The roaring sound surged up into the sky along the intersection of the long spiritual rivers, as if casting a weather spell, attracting clouds and water vapor that came from nowhere.
The roar sank to the ground, and along the altar at Anton's feet and along the huge crater, countless green grasses that were slightly different from those on the earth began to break out of the ground.
The clouds, the sky, the green grass, shrubs, and trees spread along the entire planet with the wand in Anton's hand as the midpoint.
"I declare! Lunar magic riot!"
"Heaven~earth~opens!"
boom!
Thunder surged in the clouds, and the heavy rain followed the edge of the clouds and moved towards covering more places. Wherever the rain had passed, grass, shrubs, and trees were uprooted.
The rainwater gathered into a river, and there was a faint throbbing of life in the river.
Rainwater submerged into the lunar soil, washing out mountains, plains, hills, canyons...
Deep in the canyon, there is an inexplicable life that is ready to move!