865 Casting spells like a god, and fireworks in the world
Bang ~
There was an explosion in the space. In the jungle of trees in New York's Central Park, Anton staggered a few steps and held on to a big tree. After breathing for a long time, he still felt dizzy.
"Mr. Weasley, are you okay?"
Dobby opened his big eyes and carefully observed Anton's face.
Anton waved his hand, turned around and leaned against the big tree, looking up at the blue sky. He felt that he was still on the boat, rocking and rocking.
I almost vomited.
"Your house elves are really good at Apparating." In other words, it wasn't Apparating.
If Anton hadn't mastered the magic that accompanied the phantom very well, if it hadn't been for the ray of sunlight magic that tightly guarded his heart, and if he hadn't mastered the extremely powerful flying spell, he would have definitely fainted and fallen into the ward right now.
From the Hogsmeade train station outside the woods on the edge of Hogwarts school, directly traveling through space to New York on the other side of the world, how could Anton not try to see the magical shuttle magic of house elves?
The effect was simply excellent. He could feel every part of his body sending out strong protest signals, warning him not to make such a terrible attempt again.
The house elf's space travel magic is extremely terrifying. It is completely different from the wizard's space travel method. It is constantly moving forward and backward. It is as if a giant is grabbing his body and shaking it quickly like making a cocktail.
First it swayed from side to side, then up and down, then back and forth, back and forth at various angles.
Anton really didn't want to do that feeling of being thrown away at extremely high speed and pulled instantly.
Anton originally thought that the "Portkey" and "Apparition" movements that rotated like a washing machine were outrageous enough. How exciting!
Lines of light and shadow are intertwined and outlined in mid-air. This is the magical image drawn by Anton when he traveled through Dobby's space. It's just...
After all, they are not the same species, not the same system, and may not even be based on the same underlying magic logic.
Anton is difficult to simulate using bionic magic.
Obviously, the theory that wizards are gods and magic is the power of the soul cannot well explain the magic of other magical creatures.
Whether it's the disappearing cabinet of goblins or the space travel of house elves, there is another set of principles.
Can I study it?
Of course, if Anton has the confidence to really think about it, he will eventually be able to figure it out.
But the same amount of energy is spent on the wizard himself. Wouldn't it be better to study witchcraft and magic that is more suitable for wizards?
"Let's go."
After regaining his composure, Anton took Dobby towards the shelter tower not far away.
When he came this time, he did not notify the local officials or the Magic Congress. He could only imagine how troublesome it would be to meet these people.
Even because he now owns the 'Anton Academy' and plans to launch the 'Top 100 Tournament', he probably has a lot of things to do.
It's annoying to think about it, so let's leave it to Percy, his cousin, to deal with it. He is now resident here on behalf of the hut. Listening to Neville and Hannah's stories, it is like a duck in water, and he is very proud of himself.
"Who is there? I heard the sound of disembodiment!"
Someone shouted in the distance, and Anton probably remembered that it was an Auror from the Magical Congress.
He grabbed Dobby's little hand, took a step forward, and disappeared immediately.
"Wow!"
The scenery in front of him changed instantly, and endless mountains, hills, grasslands and rivers appeared in front of him. Dobby was stunned by the natural scenery.
Just like that, he appeared here silently. "Mr. Weasley!"
Dobby was so excited that his whole body was trembling, and he asked with a bit of disbelief, "Is this...is this where I will work in the future?"
Anton nodded, "I have communicated with the house elves in the kitchen of Hogwarts School. It seems that you are a species that rests during the day. Dumbledore is very concerned about them."
They are very tolerant and do not restrict them from resting in the dark underground dormitories of the castle. They have a habitat in the Forbidden Forest."
"I think you should work harder and build your own residence."
"No, it's not hard!" Dobby looked at this place with wide eyes, his tennis ball-sized eyeballs seemed to fall out, "Dobby likes it here!"
Dobby was very satisfied, but Anton frowned as he looked at this place.
He walked slowly in the grass, came to the river, and looked down.
"Because of the endless nuclear explosions and cycles that were experienced at that time, so many people in this city longed for a complete shelter. Well, coupled with the popular stories of Eden and shelters in Muggle society, too many factors contributed to this.
This led to the formation of this ‘shelter tower’.”
"Of course, I did some guidance. The most important thing about gray magic is individual spellcasting to guide the operation of collective consciousness. It is a push effect. I used this power to bring together countless living beings to expand the building with the 'Invisible Stretch Spell'
every floor."
"And using the flying spell's understanding of space, every layer here seems to be relying on the earth and facing the sky.
"But these rivers and soil didn't just come out of nowhere."
"That's the water from the underground river. It flows here and flows back underground. Likewise, these soils also come from the ground."
In other words, from the perspective of space magic, this building is actually underground.
It seems that the fit theory of different dimensions seems to have ground and sky on several floors of the building. From some angles, it is actually just layers of soil underground.
The truth contained in it is enough for Anton to write a book.
Anton shook his head, "This water and soil are not very suitable for the growth of creatures on the ground. They seem to have the dark magical properties of the underground."
"It is better suited to decay and contain all things, rather than nourish and nurture."
"Of course, it's usually not felt, and requires some understanding of gray magic.
As he spoke, he looked up at the sky. The sun was gradually rising, and the golden light dimmed the clouds.
"They need more sunlight."
"Sunshine, breeze, rain, they need to experience all the changes in the world.
"First, let's widen the river surface..."
Anton slowly pulled out his wand, "Then we need to point high mountains, towering mountains, so that the rivers can evaporate and gather into clouds, where they will condense and turn into springs to form other rivers for the use of living beings.
"We need prairie, we need more rolling mountains, we need dark caves, we need deserts without spring water, we need muddy tidal flats...
As he muttered, he slowly raised his hands, as if he was conducting a symphony.
No, this is a symphony.
Originating from the symphony of nature, the wind blows across the river, the waves sparkle, the insects chirp and the birds chirp, and the sound reaches your ears.
These tiny sounds echoed and became clearer in my ears, as if they carried some kind of magical rhythm, the spellcasting effect of weather spells, the magic rhythm of goblins collecting the world through music, and Anton's love for the world.
Natural perception.
Anton gently swung the wand in his hand. This was the branch made of the wand given by Dumbledore, and it has now been whittled down to the size that best fits Anton's size.
The wand was waved gently, and a faint human voice echoed amidst the sound of wind and water.
That is the sound of busy traffic in this city.
There are the laughter of going out to buy newspapers and chatting with newspaper owners about some important news, the sounds of children playing and adults scolding, the sound of cooking oil sizzling, and the hurried footsteps dodging pedestrians while talking on the phone to customers.
the sound of......
Those sounds gathered together, blended with the sounds of nature, and together formed the human fireworks of this world.
The wand gently flicked on this piece of human fireworks, outlining a graceful amplitude and arousing a trace of the desire of human collective consciousness.
That is everyone's yearning for beautiful scenery.
As Anton waved, the ground beneath their feet surged and began to arch high. Dobby stumbled and quickly covered his mouth to avoid his exclamations disturbing Anton's spellcasting.
Looking far into the distance, the whole world is changing rapidly. Mountains are rising, rivers are changing their courses, hills are surging and stretching out a large plain...
The whole world seems like the soil in a sandbox, rising or collapsing with the waving of Anton's wand and the vague music that reaches his ears.
The hills below them were getting higher and higher, so high that when Dobby stood on the edge and looked down, he could see that the place beneath his feet turned into a vertical and towering cliff, which made him feel dizzy.
Dobby had never seen such a spell cast before. It was like creating a world.
Dobby's eyes were full of shock, and he stared blankly at Mr. Anthony Weasley, who was shrouded in the first ray of sunlight in the morning, watching him slowly rise from the ground, waving his wand and changing the world.
Such a scene instantly filled its heart with an epic feeling, and it somehow reminded it of the scene it saw when it followed its former employer, Mr. Malfoy, to the Ministry of Magic.
At the Magic Brothers Fountain next to the 'Magic is Power Monument', the house elf bent down and looked respectfully at the statue of the wizard. At that time, it felt that this was the wizard's oppression of the house elf.
However, at this time, it suddenly dawned on him that perhaps, there had been such a great wizard back then, and the house elves couldn't help but look up to him with sincerity.