Resurrection ritual, extremely high-end magic in the wizarding world.
Professor Snape once taught Anton to deconstruct this kind of magic using potions.
The soul is like a seal, and the body is the pattern stamped by this seal.
What should I do if the pattern is missing or even completely destroyed? It’s simple, as long as you use extremely strong magic power, or some kind of treasure (such as the magic stone), or some kind of ritual (resurrection ritual), etc., you can do it.
Let the body be copied again according to the soul.
This is resurrection magic.
So, if the soul has defects, such as having no nose, then the body after resurrection will naturally have no nose.
To expand it further, if the vertebrae are used to produce hematopoiesis to extract a large amount of blood, and even the soul is put into it, then what will remain of the soul in the end?
The answer is the vertebrae.
This is also the characteristic of this ridge vertebra in potion materials.
Take advantage of this feature…
When the dementors and Aurors rushed here, all the blood surged towards Anton's cell.
Little by little, it turned into a miniature pale vertebrae.
It's about the same size as a large fried dough stick.
"Recover as before!"
The light of the spell flickered along the prison corridor.
Anton gently waved this strange wand, and the railings of Dolokhov's cell returned to their original state. Only the drops of blood on the ground showed that there was once such a person in the cell.
He frowned slightly and stared at the vertebrae, "It's not very useful."
If some evil curse magic is cast, or some small-scale targeted ritual magic, or even used as a potion material, this vertebra should be able to perform extremely well.
Only when used as a normal wand, it's still a bit inferior.
No wonder the Ministry of Magic attaches so much importance to the wand. This thing is simply the most important achievement of wizards in modern times. It is countless times more effective than magical media.
But at least, it's better than nothing. Anton can finally cast spells normally.
Anton licked the corner of his mouth and smiled.
Azkaban is so interesting, Dementors are also interesting, Death Eaters are also interesting, and the quiet environment is also very suitable for thinking about the next path in life.
After curing Wolfsbane and Blood Curse, making a body for the old wizard, and successfully transforming the Blood Curse Orc into an Animagus for Anna, he no longer has any burden on him.
There is nothing that I want to do permanently.
It was as if he was under the influence of Voldemort's Confusion Curse, and he was at a loss and had no clue.
"Maybe……"
The pale vertebrae swayed in the hand, quickly transformed into an inconspicuous small stone, and rolled down to the corner under the bed.
Anton smiled and looked at the Dementors flying in and the Death Eaters on the other side of the prison, "You can find the answer here."
The Dementor was not a very responsible jailer. He opened the cell door, smelled the blood on the floor, and looked around the corridor before giving up.
As long as no one escapes from Azkaban and a few wizards are killed, it won't be a big deal.
A few Aurors guarding the gate of Azkaban Prison also sent people to check, but they didn't bother to pay attention. Isn't it just that these evil dark wizards were exploded by a certain curse.
None of the other Death Eaters stood up and said anything.
Everything seems like a silent comedy that has nothing to do with Anton.
He just watched the exchanges between the Aurors and the Dementors with great interest.
The Aurors put their wands against their necks and said something, and the Dementors nodded.
"It should be some variant or branch of the 'loud voice' spell to assist speaking."
Patterns of light and shadow were drawn around him, which were the magical images of the spell used by the Aurors.
Seeing the inspecting dementor leave the vicinity of his cell, the pale stone on the ground rolled into his hand again and turned into a pale vertebrae.
Anton's other eye turned into azure blue, and he plunged his body into the darkness in the corner, staring at the Dementors and Aurors.
"Oh haha~"
What did he see?
Observing from the side of the soul, the sounds coming from the mouths of the Aurors turned into milky white threads, which were touched by the dementor's fur.
"Milk white silk thread..."
Anton raised his eyebrows, isn't this thing just memory?
But these are thinner, like erratic hair strands.
"The carrying of information?"
"Complete the interaction of information through a method similar to 'Mrs. Norris' emotional sharing?"
"No, no, this is just what we see through observation, not necessarily the reality of this kind of thing."
Anton thought for a while, then simply turned over and lay down on the bed, closing his eyes gently.
…
Hogsmeade, afternoon.
In the underground secret room of a three-story villa, a doll made of alchemy slowly opened its eyes.
"Anton!"
Anna was wearing a monocle and fiddling with something on the test bench. When she saw Anton jump down from the shelf, she hurriedly went to meet him.
Anton looked around and looked at Anna nervously, "How is Dumbledore?"
Anna pointed upward, "They are preparing for the resurrection ceremony in the courtyard. The critical moment has come. My father and mother are here, as are Pedro, Fiennes, and the Lupins. The specific initiation ceremony should be three days later.
"
Anton nodded, "The situation has been a bit chaotic recently. Don't leave your parents' side. I'm worried that the people who target me will attack my family."
He didn't know how strong Rozier was.
But Anton always remembered the scene where Rozier almost killed Pedro the Elf to a pulp. The power of that terrifying curse should never be underestimated.
Having him protecting the daughter of the family is always so reassuring.
"Where is the disappearing cabinet? I need to go to the school to check the information."
Anna quickly took out the snuff box from her pocket, then waved her wand to release the disappearing cabinet from inside and placed it on the ground.
"I've put them all away for you."
Anton smiled slightly and touched her little head, "I probably won't come back. After Dumbledore wakes up, who knows if he will stay around. I don't want him to find out that I have a doll."
It’s gone.”
Anna raised her head and looked at him quietly, grinned, and nodded gently.
The two of them didn't talk much. Anton pushed open the disappearing cabinet and got in.
…
"Professor Fiennes, this is the book "I Want to Tell You a Whisper" that you want to borrow." Mrs. Pince put a thick book on black magic on the table and looked at the hood of Fiennes' wizard robe with some confusion.
The dark golden metal chin exposed underneath.
These days, even dolls have to fall in love?
Oh, is that wrong? It should be a ghost living in the body of a doll, and it can also fall in love?
It’s just a long time coming.
"Quack quack~"
Fiennes laughed hoarsely, picked up the book, and said, "I'm sorry to bother you."
Mrs. Pince waved a feather duster to clean the dust on the table, "Needless to say, in this current situation, we professors need to be more united."
"Hmm~"
Fiennes shook his head habitually and tapped the cover of the book with his finger, "That's why we have to talk quietly."
Mrs. Pince took a deep breath, turned to look at the Aurors standing guard outside the library window, and rubbed the knuckles of her index finger with her thumb, "I don't like this kind of life. I hope Dumbledore recovers as soon as possible."
"It's coming, it's coming." Fiennes said comforting words and walked out.
It's a nice day today, the sun is shining, which makes you feel so comfortable.