When manpower is limited, at least Anton currently has no way to reach some of the lowest levels of the magical world.
For example, memory, whether it is the Forgetting Curse, the Cruciatus Curse, or passing through the infinite void, the most he can touch is the memory in the soul, and he cannot change the lowest primitive memory.
For example, bloodline, he can peek into the magical structure of the bloodline origin of the 'Three Holy Artifacts of Death', but he cannot touch it.
It was like there was a glass window, and he could only peek greedily outside the window.
He even thought that this so-called glass window might be a computer screen displaying images.
It is not possible to reach everything by violently breaking through the glass.
He could only follow the example of Huhudi to detect this piece of information - the collective underlying memory constitutes the long river of time, and the collective collective consciousness nebula can grant bloodline.
Look, there really might be some connection.
Then, the only way is to do more experiments.
Thank you to so many prisoners of Azkaban for your generous cooperation!
"Thank you~"
"Twisted Prison!"
The endless mist spread, and Anton stood on the round platform, staring at the walls of the prison, at every figure, and at the deepest changes in every soul.
"There must be some kind of change!"
"If the theory of collective consciousness galaxies is correct, there is no way that more than two hundred of you dark wizards cannot form a collective!"
Anton licked the corner of his mouth, "It's almost over!"
His other hand was raised high, as if it were holding up a sun. The silver light slanted down, and the dementors wandering in the fog fled in terror.
"Retract and release..."
"Retract and release..."
"Yes, look for a critical point!"
One of Anton's eyes turned into azure blue, with a faint surge of electric light. His vision penetrated the colorful fog, and he instantly came to the world of endless void.
In this field of vision, countless soul black lines spread out from his own memory planet, extending towards the 'Adams Transfer Station', and then connected to more than two hundred memory planets.
No, he didn't even let go of the group of dark wizards deep in the North Pole.
Knowledge!
All the magical knowledge he learned during his time travel (excluding his own insights) rushed crazily towards other people's memory planets.
They will penetrate the level of thinking and enter the soul memories of dark wizards. Then, countless black soul threads will wither, which means that they cannot accept this knowledge at all, which is simply called one ear in and one out.
The knowledge they can absorb will be completely integrated into their memories. After their own understanding, these foreign memories will automatically disconnect from the black thread of the soul, which means they are absorbed.
Of course, most of them are gradually forgotten.
Anton found that the dark wizards on the edge were more accepting of the content of his Hogwarts school tutorials.
Death Eaters are better able to understand the contents of those dark magic books they read in the restricted area.
At the same time, everyone will always have some novel insights bursting out of their minds due to their different personal experiences. I'm sorry, these are Anton's rewards. They can only be harvested and will not be remembered at all.
Leave traces.
"Teaching~"
"Simple and crude cramming is always the most effective!"
"Quack quack..."
Anton laughed maniacally and sang loudly, "The immortal touches my head and ties my hair to grant immortality!"
"..."
"..."
Rays of magical light burst out from the cracks in the door, from the cracks in the stone, and from the windows of Azkaban.
Montgomery looked at each other and the other Auror, swallowed, and squatted carefully in the corner.
The previous group of Aurors who were responsible for stationing in Azkaban were radiated by the spell released by Anton because they were too curious about the baby. Now, several of them have taken sick leave, and one even went to see a psychiatrist.
"Is this how he teaches?" Montgomery had just completed the task and was still thinking of coming over to take a class. Oh my god, this is Anthony Weiss! The top potion master and spell master are giving private lessons, and only Azka is there.
Only prisoners in the class could attend the class. He felt so sad at the time that he wished he could find a reason to lock himself in to attend the class.
"Boss, yes." The Auror calmly took out an apple from the pocket of his woolen coat and took a bite. "After the teaching class, these prisoners were very well-behaved. They were even better than after being sucked out of happiness by the dementors."
good."
Montgomery's eyes twitched, "Ha...ha...really?"
The Auror chewed the apple and looked at the magic bursting out from the cracks in the stone beside him with admiration, "Merlin's beard, if Anthony comes here a few more times, these dementors will be out of work."
"..." Montgomery looked scared.
"Isn't this the punishment our Auror office imposes on escaped prisoners?" The Auror had a look on his face that made me understand. "Of course, I know, boss, I know. To the outside world, we just say that he is here for class.
To reform the mental outlook of prisoners."
"Bang!" Montgomery gave the Auror a slap on the head.
"Eat, eat, eat, and you will know how to eat."
"Let me ask you, did he tell these prisoners anything?"
The Auror rubbed his head and said, "No, I come here on time after dinner every day. After all the hard work, it's almost 10:30, and I get off work on time."
He came closer, with a look of shock on his face, "He started to release magic without saying a word. This kind of high-intensity spell can last for several hours, which is unheard of. Boss, Anthony is a monster, he is more terrifying than the mysterious man!"
"
Montgomery's face turned cold, "What are you talking about? Tell him and the mysterious man together. Do you plan to go in and have your brain washed by magic before you understand what you shouldn't say?"
The Auror rolled his eyes and said, "Come on, boss, it's not like you don't know me, so that's what I'll tell you."
He pointed to the inside of the castle and said, "Listen."
The two of them listened closely to Anton's wild laughter inside, "Quack, quack, quack..."
Suddenly his expression became strange.
The Auror shrugged, "Look, how dare I offend such a wizard? He is much scarier than the dark wizard. I really don't know how many lives we would have to spend to hurt him if he were an enemy of the Ministry of Magic.
.”
Pa~
Montgomery hit him on the head again.
"If you can't speak, don't speak."
"oh."
…
…
Finally, when the watch pointer on his wrist pointed to 10:30, sure enough, Anton left work on time with a brisk pace.
This person has a clean face, and his eyes are so pure that they seem to reflect the clouds in the sky outside Azkaban Castle. There is no trace of worldliness in his eyes, and he reveals a sense of agility.
"Hey Montgomery, long time no see."
The little wizard smiled shyly.
Montgomery and the Auror waved in sync, grinning in uniform proportions, and both showed bright smiles.
"Hey, Anthony."
"Hey, Anton."
"Speaking of the unspoken rules of our Auror Office, aren't only those Aurors with no future going to be sent to garrison Azkaban? Why are you, the captain, here?"
Phew~
The Auror who was chewing the apple felt like an arrow had been hit in his chest, and his mind kept echoing——
There is no future...
Promising...
of……
Montgomery hesitated, "That's right, Anton, you know, although the prisoners are prisoners, many of them are not unpardonable. Because of the special nature of the dementors and this castle, our office is to
Check the situation from time to time."
He gritted his teeth and stared at Anton, "to ensure that they will not be unduly harmed. You know, the "Secrecy Act", they are all members of wizards, and the population of wizards is already very small...
"
Anton glanced at him inexplicably, "I know, Director Scrimgeour told me about it."
"Yes...really?" Montgomery let out a breath and showed a smile that was uglier than crying, and said with some difficulty, "It's good that you know, I know to remind you."
"Don't worry. Everything is going well." Anton raised his eyebrows at Montgomery.
"When I put all the knowledge required for standard studies into their heads, I will adjust the balance in their souls and ensure that more than half of them will become normal wizards and will no longer be affected by black magic."
Montgomery was stunned for a moment and exclaimed, "Are you really teaching???"
Anton couldn't help but widen his eyes, "What else?"