In this world, every soul is so complex, so complex that even if you can really get a glimpse of the black line of the soul at the level of the magic image, even if you can really map it and collect it, it is still difficult to analyze every detail of its operation.
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Anton was in the midst of a large-scale ritual magic, feeling the presence of more than a thousand contestants, numerous Boggarts, thousands of Muggle participants, hundreds of security personnel and event organizers composed of wizard bosses, and
Countless gazes gathered through the magic mirror.
In this collective consciousness of intelligent beings, everyone is so brilliant and complex, interacting with each other, and it is as gorgeous as a wonderful map of the universe and galaxies.
Only from such a perspective can we truly feel the greatness of life itself, no matter how high or low it is.
Dumbledore's spiritual light is not nobler than Petunia Dursley's. Yes, no, everyone's mind is so complex and special, and they are equally great on the level of existence.
We are all the most complex and wonderful species on this planet - human beings.
The biggest difference between Muggles and wizards is that wizards themselves can leverage magic and use their own spiritual power to leverage magic. At the same time, part of their souls are also influenced by magic and pushed to extremes.
Yes, a wizard is a kind of existence with a twisted mind that goes to extremes.
They rely on magic and are affected by magic, amplifying and amplifying a certain part of their hearts.
When the memory that represents time persists, when emotions become extreme, and when will turns into obsession, the wizard becomes more powerful and unable to escape.
Feeling something extremely special, the Boggart that seemed to be infused with soul spirituality died in a unique way. Watching Harry Potter appear shouting, Tom Riddle laughing wildly with excitement, Dumbledore's heart suddenly lighting up.
With the light, Anton curled his lips and quietly left the place.
He appeared silently next to Vernon Dursley, looking at Sirius with a strange expression as he hugged Snape and cried as if his wife had died, with runny noses and tears."
That’s outrageous!
Everything here seems extremely outrageous!
Anton could feel that a wonderful and unique ritual magic was faintly built here, structured in his own ceremony.
On top of the magic, it fits together like a puzzle.
That familiar smell
"Professor Voldemort?"
"And he actually secretly learned my techniques?"
Anton gently shook the wand in his hand with a strange look on his face. Feeling the remaining ritual magic, he had to give Lao Fu a shout - 666.
Good guy, he actually felt several extremely powerful things in the ritual magic of Lao Fu.
The Magic of Love by Lily Evans.
About Harry Potter and Voldemort's prophetic magic.
Dumbledore's Magic of Heart, Grindelwald's Magic of Destiny
There are also techniques similar to 'Tom's Mother's Arms' that extend the life magic of "Horcruxes"
What is the value of 'the most terrifying dark wizard in history'?
What is the value of the Dark Lord who no one dares to call by his name even after he is dead?
This is!
Lao Fu is going in a completely different direction from his own in constructing ritual magic. He is more inclined to interact with people,
In the interaction between people and the environment, and people and society, he seems to pay more attention to the choice of calling all variables surrounding himself.
Under this ritual magic, Lao Fu seemed to be transformed into an extremely unique "jigsaw puzzle" in the dimension of life.
Yes, Anton could more or less feel that the path Lao Fu was taking in his research on 'Horcruxes' was somewhat like a 'jigsaw puzzle'.
Perhaps this is related to his experience of possessing Professor Quirrell and Barty Jr.'s rune snake Animagus.
Anton even thought that Lao Fu secretly studied the characteristics of his "twin soul" at first, and maybe he got something from this.
Anton's expression was narrow and he licked the corner of his mouth, "If I pull him out of this ritual magic at this time, resurrect him alone and make everything fail, will he jump with anger?"
"Quack, quack," "That's too bad!" Or rather
If Anton now goes to kill Harry Potter, who specifically carries this ritual magic, Voldemort's current so-called 'puzzle' state will definitely be dragged towards annihilation by this ritual magic.
Tsk tsk tsk~
Old Fu Yi is so brave, playing so skillfully and thoroughly.
Wasn't it because Dumbledore would never let Harry Potter die at this time?
But if he kills Harry and then resurrects Harry, this old Fook will be completely finished.
"!!!"
Thinking of this, Anton blinked and smacked his mouth.
"Good guy, Lao Fu, do you think I am reluctant to kill him? Do you think I have feelings for this dear professor? Are you sure I won't do this?"
It seems to be true.
Anton opened and closed his mouth, cursing silently. Each one of them, whether it was Voldemort or Dumbledore, had thought about himself thoroughly and tried desperately to take advantage of his emotional personality.
"Shit! It's all shit!"
Anton cursed unhappily, but also put down the wand in his hand and did not do anything extra.
In the final analysis, what he pursues is the splendor and splendor of life, and he feels from the bottom of his heart that the world would be somewhat eclipsed without a figure like Voldemort.
Not exciting enough. "Ah~~~"
Suddenly a wailing sound came from my ears.
Sirius hugged Snape with all his strength, raised his head and roared angrily, with a lot of anger and pain in his voice.
That was everything fate had imposed on him. "Why why?"
Sirius murmured feebly, raising his head and bursting into tears.
He knew that the dead were dead and the battle for the living was not over yet. He could not become weak because of this. He had to be strong, for Harry and for everything.
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He blinked and was surprised to see a head poking over from above, a pair of curious eyes staring at him.
"Anthony?"
Anton grinned, his smile brighter than the sun in the sky, "Professor Sirius, are you sad about the death of Professor Snape? Oh, if so, Professor Snape must be extremely happy.
The corners of Sirius' eyes twitched, and the anger on his face disappeared instantly, and he looked at Anton fiercely, "What do you know!!!"
"Professor Snape died for you!"
"Anthony, I didn't expect you to be such a person. Severus is dead, and you can still laugh!
Anton leaned back slightly, "But Professor Snape is not dead?"
「???!!!」
Sirius' expression suddenly froze, as if he had touched dog poop or a slug. He quickly pushed Professor Snape away from his arms and took several steps back on his hands and feet.
"What did you say!"
Shocked for ten thousand years!
Anton shrugged, "You see, Professor Snape seems to have lost his breath. He looks like a corpse, but he is really not dead."
"We cannot use Muggle thinking to define death."
"It's just like those wizards who failed to disapparate, their heads fell off, and they came back to life with a simple smear of white moss.
"I understand the Cruciatus Curse very well. It cannot really kill a person completely."
"It just puts the soul into the deepest slumber. It's a kind of human
Soul-like self-defense characteristics."
"Of course, for the human body, it is indeed dead after being tortured by the Cruciatus Curse for a long time."
Anton spread his hands, "But for us wizards, it's not a big deal if the soul remains and the body dies."
This is really not something that Anton himself researched. It was the old wizard Fiennes who did in-depth research on magic like the Cruciatus Curse.
He once explained this truth to Anton with a smile full of malice - those so-called people who were killed by the Cruciatus Curse were actually not dead at all. They were only really dead when they were buried in a grave and their bodies completely decomposed.
Isn't that too cruel?
Quack, quack, but he just didn’t say it!
"Severus is not dead?" Sirius opened his mouth wide in disbelief.
Anton nodded sincerely, "Yes."
"Then hurry up and save him!" Sirius couldn't help but reveal a bright smile on his face, smiling so happily, "Hurry, save Severus! Hurry!"
Anton turned his head and looked at Snape on the ground, sighing slightly.
Snape is indeed not dead, and has not yet reached the point where he can use resurrection.
But does Snape himself really want to wake up?
In the faint gaze of his azure blue eyes, and reflected in the lake of the soul, a delicate and strange rose grew on the chest of Snape's soul, which was exaggerated and psychedelic.