What exactly is magic? Despite the long history of the wizarding world, there is still no clear answer.
A relatively common understanding at present is the power of the soul.
The difference between Muggles and wizards is that Muggles do not have the ability to sense, release and guide magic.
The difference between other magical things and wizards is that their "minds" are not as rich as wizards.
Among them, magical creatures (such as centaurs) are slightly better, magical animals are weaker, magical plants are even weaker, and nature is in the lowest state.
However, the most interesting thing about the magical world is that the less complex the 'mind' is, the more powerful the magic power is.
The magic of nature is the most terrifying, but each form has a fixed magical bias.
The magic power of magical plants is also much more powerful than the magic power of magical animals.
This is also in the application of potions. Most herbs can be used as medicine in their entirety, while magical animals can only use part of them as potion materials.
In the application of magic, the purer the mind, the easier it is to control more powerful abilities. (Note: This is not purely stupid.)
above.
This is Anton’s understanding and summary of the magic of the magical world over the past few years.
Many of his theories are built on this understanding.
But now, Anton stood on his memory planet, looking at the various nebulae connected by countless black soul lines, and began to have more ideas.
In fact, he should have had these thoughts.
But without the associations triggered by the exchange with Madam Pomfrey, he would never have considered operating directly on this level.
"Every intelligent creature has its own memory, emotions and will. The richer the mind, the easier it is to form a complex 'memory planet'. The simpler and pure the memory, the fewer the corresponding memory list.
They can only be connected together in a collective form to form a 'nebula'..."
"I observed..."
"After Adams died, his memory planet did not disappear completely. Yes, he should have gone to the world of dead souls. This memory planet still maintains the existence of his dead soul."
"So my guess is not wrong. All the memory planets that exist have jointly constructed the past time."
"If you say so..."
Anton fiddled with his wand like a pen, and suddenly he gently placed the wand on a black line of soul extending from his memory planet.
His vision quickly shuttled with the black thread of his soul, all the way to a memory planet in the boundless void. The wand gently pressed against this long memory list.
"I got you!"
The corners of Anton's lips quirked up and he smiled, "According to the goblin, oh, no, it should be according to Pedro. After all, he is the only 'traveler and collector of time and memory'...
"
"According to what he said, I am now..." Anton licked the corner of his mouth, his eyes bright astonishingly, "I have you in my collection!"
"Of course, according to our wizards, it should be - you once performed ritual magic and dedicated your soul to me, and now, I happily accept it."
What is the purpose of collecting a soul?
For example, dressing him up with a forgetting spell can even allow this soul to acquire some of its own memories in the same way as the memory of a great white bear with antlers, so that it can learn some of its own magic.
Next, make it into a Horcrux.
In this way, this soul can come to the world again through various degrees of resurrection rituals.
or……
It can become a transfer station for ritual magic. Anton can try any ritual magic in the name of Adams, and only needs Adams to bear the risks.
It can even be a transit point for the antlered white bears.
Anton still doesn't know what the black line of the soul represents. He just knows that it conveys information and magic power, and it is essentially two-way.
Two-way means that the Death Eaters and dark wizards who he turned into an antlered white bear before can interfere with him in the opposite direction just like the Dementor Nebula.
"There is a possibility..."
"So……"
Magic power spurted from the tip of the wand, and the light of the curse quickly covered Adams' entire soul.
"Let me perform some minor surgery on you and pass the antlers of the Great White Bear to you, and then let those Death Eaters and dark wizards connect you to your memory planet."
In addition to these two groups of people who became giant white bears with antlers, there were two more special ones. Anton remained the same.
One was the silent man Rookwood who was sponsored by Lucius to go to France. Anton had equipped his body with an extra pair of Thestral wings at that time.
One is Neville. After all, this kind of operation is an attempt. Anton still hopes to be more secure with the people he cares about.
…
…
Anton's attempt was indeed correct. It was as if the soul of the original body was cut off. It was as if after cutting off the connection with 'Tom's remains', the whole person felt an indescribable relief.
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Obviously, there was something he didn't understand.
After people connect with each other, they will inevitably carry something and bear something.
Anton has been immersed in this new toy these past few days, trying out some experiments and never getting tired of it.
On the third day after waking up in the hospital, Madam Pomfrey said happily, "Spray the medicine again at night and the 'bad luck moth' will be completely eliminated, and you can be discharged from the hospital tomorrow morning."
Anton simply stopped studying magic.
Past experience told him that there is no end to the study of magic, and he should pay more attention to everything around him.
Being down-to-earth, many times, after experiencing some things and walking some roads, the changes in his mind will naturally lead him to that dazzling and extraordinary magic road.
Anton stretched out and felt the unique hustle and bustle of summer evenings.
The shouts of the Quidditch pitch were accompanied by the chirping of cicadas on the trees in the distance, and the slightly warm wind blew in from the window.
Before I know it, the second school year is coming to an end.
The cheers on the Quidditch pitch will stop in a few days.
Everyone must start preparing for the upcoming final exam.
Especially fifth-year students, they will enter the most critical Ordinary Wizarding Level Examination in their studies at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. This almost represents the graduation certificate of the young wizards at Hogwarts.
Those who obtain excellent results can join the elite class preparing for the 'Advanced Wizard Level Examination'.
As for those who fail, they can apply to take the 'Ordinary Wizarding Level Examination' again in sixth and seventh grade.
So far...
The rest of the lives of these little wizards are decided here. The future belongs to those who excel in the 'Ordinary Wizarding Level Examination'.
And those who barely passed the exam, and those who are preparing to take the make-up exam, will become the bottom of the wizarding world.
These people will account for the vast majority.
For example, in Anton's class, in the original book, there were only four people who got excellent in potions in the 'Ordinary Wizarding Examination'.
It is conceivable that how many students in a class can master high-end magic spells such as 'Apparition' and 'Iron Armor Curse'.
How many people, after finally walking out of school, have no family to rely on and no way to enter the Muggle society, and eventually fall to the fringes of the wizarding world.
They can't even master the most basic knowledge in textbooks, let alone borrow other books from the school library, even banned books.
This is the epitome of the wizarding world. A talented person, with seven years of study, is enough to make them extremely strong, while a weak person can even be sent to the stake by a group of Muggles holding dung forks.
Not to mention, times have changed and now everyone has a gun.
Even the weakest shotgun.
This is also the most tempting part of black magic, which allows wizards with weak talents to easily master powerful magic.
"Maybe……"
Anton rubbed his chin and looked at the Quidditch pitch from a distance.
"We have taken care of the prisoners in Azkaban, so we can't just not take care of our classmates, right?"
"Teach what? Bread curse?"
He couldn't help but look a little strange, "What is this, promoting re-employment? Vocational and technical training?"
One sheep is also being chased, two sheep are also being chased, anyway, it is quite fun.