Anton still didn't have an answer to Olaro's question, but he confirmed one thing again.
That is, this girl will fall into a deep sleep when Anna is close. When he stares at Olaro and turns into Obscurus again, breaks away from the Dementor's black robe and disappears into the ring, the corner of his mouth is slightly raised.
He probably had a guess in his mind.
But as Pedro said, this kind of 'past may exist' because he appears in the 'present', there is no need to pay too much attention to it. Anton put more energy into the Obscurus and the Dementor robe.
in the details of changes between times.
He grabbed the falling Dementor's robe, closed his eyes and stared at the reflection in the lake of the soul.
Oh, this reflection ability should be an advanced version of the mixed spells of eye magic, magic image drawing and fairy memory sorting secrets, etc. It is really useful.
Aurora's face in the black robe once again turned into a mass of black twisted lines, like smoke with red lightning looming...
"Those black lines and red lightning in Obscurus..."
Anton suddenly widened his eyes, stared at the Dementor robe in his hand, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.
"Haha, I finally figured it out!"
"The Obscurus is a combination of soul and body! The biggest difference between it and a wizard is that it lacks a 'soul body'!"
"The dementor's black robe is equivalent to making up for this part!" "Perhaps I can guess that the Obscurus belongs to the Obscurus.
The second magic attack, but the magic power carried by the extremely strong emotions burst the 'soul body', leading to the growth of Obscurus. Well, this is a good idea, write it down first."
"Then, the most interesting thing is that I originally thought that the black thread of the soul is the black thread that carries information. It is a mixture of the three elements of the self, memory, emotion and will, and magic power."
"But no, the mixture of soul self and magic power is a black line. The mixture of body and magic power is also a black line."
Bang ~
Anton's arm turned into a black thread of soul twisting rapidly.
"Haha~"
"Isn't this just the body and the black line?"
Anna had already walked to Anton at this time, and saw Anton holding a black robe with his head lowered and muttering to himself. She knew that he was doing magic research again, so she stood beside him quietly and waited.
She has always been the kind of woman who talks little, and even because of her past experiences, the decades of time that were frozen and completely lost, she became extremely quiet.
She always liked to stand next to Anton and felt good when she stood silently.
Iceberg beauty?
Hehe~
Sometimes she thinks it's funny to describe herself like this, because she's too good at being a good person, but who says that only teenagers can be good at it, but girls can't be good at it.
Anyway, she enjoyed the feeling of standing quietly in the corner of the crowd and saying nothing.
That feeling seemed to bring her back to the quiet and beautiful time when she was frozen. Her whole soul fell silent, but instead she felt a kind of silent excitement.
At this moment, Anton turned to look at Anna, "Are you interested in seeing a magical thing?"
Anna smiled shyly and nodded.
So Anton grabbed Anna with one hand and the time turner with the other, and quickly moved the caliper on it with his fingers.
Phew~
Everything around him was flashing rapidly, retreating rapidly along the traces of collective memory.
It retreated all the way, stopped for a while, and then rolled forward for a while.
It was a sunny but not very hot afternoon. The sun was just right and the breeze was just right.
Harry Potter and a group of students from different grades were behind a hill between the Black Lake and Hogsmeade Station. Everyone was seriously practicing the magic spell of "waterproofing and moisture-proofing".
Apparently this is another Dumbledore's Army Club party.
Little Harry, who was in third grade, obviously began to show good organizational skills. He divided everyone into three groups.
A group was divided into pairs, casting the "waterproof spell" on each other, practicing the pronunciation of the spell and the standard gestures for casting the spell.
Another group began to try to cast it on themselves and put their hands into the water tank to verify the effect of the spell.
The best group walked to the shallow slope next to the hill. The black lake rippled on this shallow slope, forming a shoal with water less than waist deep. The little wizards in this group could cast good spells and walk into the lake.
, they need to practice not getting soaked.
At this moment, a little wizard carrying a suitcase hurriedly walked out of the forest path between Hogsmeade Station and Hogwarts School, which immediately attracted everyone's attention.
Now is not the time for vacation. There are actually students using this trail to take the train. Many people are very curious.
That person is Neville.
Seeing so many people, he was stunned for a moment, pursed his lips and grabbed the suitcase in his hand tightly.
Neville could see that some people were looking away from him. He knew that these people were members of Dumbledore's Army, such as his two roommates, Dean Thomas and Seamus Finnigan.
He doesn't blame these people, just like Anton said, these people don't owe him anything.
Of course, he doesn't owe these people anything.
So he just nodded with a smile and walked towards the edge of the forbidden forest in the distance.
"Neville..."
Harry stopped Neville, his voice was a little nervous and shy like a child, "Are you free? Maybe you can come to our training and let's go together."
Neville raised his eyebrows, he was no longer the silly kid he used to be.
After living with so many outstanding and smart friends in the cabin for so long, being tricked by Anton so many times, and busy working at the Animagus Training Center of the Ministry of Magic, he has quietly begun to mature.
Especially during this period, I have experienced too many things.
Anton, who lacks great virtue, always likes to leave his small pets to others to feed and take care of.
Whether it's the elephant vine, the fat ball, or those snails.
Of course, it also includes his group of dark wizards rescued from the North Pole and the fighting witches from the two witch tribes.
These people are now Neville's subordinates. They have to deal with these old people who have been hanging out on the fringes of wizarding society for a long time. In managing these people, Neville's growth is like a rocket.
At least, he could clearly feel what Harry wanted to express in his words.
Harry wanted to ease his relationship with him.
Neville was silent for a moment, looked at the suitcase in his hand, hesitated between work and friendship, and finally let out a deep breath.
He seems to care more about friendship.
He smiled brightly and heartily, "Okay."
As a result, the barriers caused by some past experiences gradually dissipated. Neville is generous, Harry is also a generous person, and good people will always attract each other.
However, they seemed to have differences on what kind of magic they should practice. "Times have changed, and the inherent angle of casting spells is no longer suitable for us..." Neville advised sincerely.
Harry looked at Neville in disbelief, "But this is the teaching of the professors. You have to know that Professor Flitwick is a duel champion. He knows the most suitable way to fight!"
Neville shook his head, "I will make suggestions to Professor Flitwick. The training method he used to take over the dueling club edited by Lockhart is outdated."
Harry stared at Neville with his eyes wide open, and for a moment he seemed to think that the person in front of him was Hermione.