Chapter 1004 The Surface of the Moon

Chapter 1004 The Surface of the Moon

Life is a journey, everyone is just walking on the road, and we may take different forks at any time.

And such changes mean a completely different spiritual world.

Either good, or painful, or tired, or wonderful, and this is the meaning of life.

Magic, which is nothing but the manifestation of the mind, also brings about changes.

Just like Anton's personal professor, Severus Snape, from a talented boy to a gloomy and bleak young man, stagnated in the past in a certain day, life has never moved forward.

But all this was just a certain stage, and now Snape picked up his bags again and walked on a new life path.

He is stepping into a brighter and better magic world.

Anton was quite sure.

It seems that magic has never been so beautiful. All negative emotions such as inner pain are the best nourishment for magic power. Almost all magic masters who have stepped into the top are so scarred in their hearts.

And the so-called positive power, or love, or loyalty, or others, will eventually lead the wizard to destruction and death.

Nothing more than the case.

This is why Anton will not influence his family to a higher peak.

His family members are so scarred and tired.

Maybe for them, magic isn't everything.

And the little wizards have more possibilities for the future and a stronger vitality that can bear all situations.

At this moment, all the wizards and Muggles who were paying attention to the Top 100 Tournament, either at the scene or through the magic mirror, were all staring at Harry Potter on the dilapidated high platform.

They were all looking forward to what the reward for the winner of the competition would look like. They held their breath and looked carefully at Harry's figure in the magic mirror.

Dumbledore, Grindelwald, Riddle, Nicolas May and other wizards are staring.

Hermione, Ron, Draco and other peers are also staring.

The gathering of the collective consciousness drawn by all the attention eventually turned into a majestic magic power, washing away everything and affecting the black magic creatures that bred in the mind.

This may be the largest ritual magic that the wizarding world has seen in thousands of years.

none of them.

Even Tom Riddle, our Dark Lord, the Mysterious Man, and the Speaker of the Congress of Magic, has a vague feeling that he has an inexplicable illusion of casting spells.

He didn't know what it was, and he couldn't break free at all.

He was just paying so much attention to the changes taking place in Harry, trying to figure out how the ritual magic that Anton might be manipulating could accomplish the two things of 'enhancing magic power' and 'converting Muggles into wizards'.

"Ah~~~"

Harry raised his head and roared angrily, the veins on his neck were exposed, he seemed to be immersed in some kind of terrible illusion, it was a blurry picture.

Yes, Harry had no memory of the night his parents died at all, he was just a baby.

But the more this happened, he would always fantasize about what a terrible scene it was.

Father rushed forward, shouting, "Lily, go away"...

Mother stretches her arms out in front of her crib...

Harry could only vaguely recall his mother's wailing, which was so painful, and that cry also caused Harry pain.

He didn't dare to imagine, but he couldn't help thinking about it.

The more I think about it, the more painful it becomes.

So all this was accompanied by the painful growth of childhood, and everything turned into longing for parents and hatred for Voldemort.

So tangy!

The strong wind howled beside him, rolling up the broken rocks and soil on the high platform, as if a tornado was condensing beside him.

That was the scene caused by Harry's unconscious prying magic power. In Grindelwald's eyes, it seemed to be the scene produced when Aberforth's son was losing control of his emotions.

so similar.

This tornado became stronger and bigger, and finally seemed to tear apart the space, crossed dimensions, and disappeared directly beside Harry.

It just disappeared so abruptly.

At this moment, Harry was staring blankly at the wand in his hand. He had never felt so clearly the relationship between himself and the wand, which was so unique.

He seemed to feel that something in his heart was churning deep inside, like a volcano about to erupt.

So strong, so dark.

He is just an impulsive little wizard who doesn't understand the tolerance of adults. He just wants to do what he wants to do.

So, if you can't bear it, you don't need to bear it anymore!

"Full~strength~strike~~~retreat!"

He flicked the wand in his hand so vigorously that he felt his heart suddenly expand in the environment, and countless magic power gushed out, affecting the changes in this world.

turn out to be……

In Anton's eyes, is this the feeling of casting a spell?

Such questions can only be left to ask Anton in the future. Harry uses the surging emotions in his heart to release magic, and the magic is also affecting the emotions in his heart, as if it is a kind of nested magic loop, which is extremely unique.

Repelling curse!

A terrifying beam of plasma blasted from the tip of his wand.

So strong, with inexplicable brilliance.

In the exclamation of everyone, the plasma beam of light crossed over the big pit created by the destruction of the high platform, crossed over the reporters, referees and other people, and rushed straight to the direction of Voldemort on the main referee team.

In just an instant, this huge beam of plasma light hit Voldemort's chest!

Harry remembered Anton's teachings very well.

He had never remembered these things so seriously.

He didn't listen carefully to the professors' lectures, and he didn't listen so seriously when Lupine taught privately when he was a professor. Only when he followed Anton, he somehow felt a kind of sincere awe, which made his whole body They all quieted down and listened carefully to what Anton said.

Anton said it!

To master magic, magic should be ever-changing, because that is the power of the mind, and the mind should be like this.

Harry didn't need that much change, he just wanted to drive Voldemort back.

Fight back from this world!

Fight back even after death, don't let Voldemort show up in the world of the dead where your parents are!

boom!

The plasma beam of light is so dazzling, he has never cast such a powerful magic effect before!

So powerful!

A smile began to appear on his face, which was the best consolation for the death of his parents-I killed the murderer!

However, fate seems to have played a disgusting joke on him.

A translucent figure emerged directly from Voldemort's body, not only withstood Harry's attack, but even bounced his knockback spell back, stalemate with the knockback spell he had continuously released.

And that figure...

It's his mother, Lily Potter!

That curse was the 'magic of love' that should have existed on Harry, but it was stolen by Voldemort just like that, and it turned against Harry!

"No!" Harry stopped attacking and roared angrily, almost tearfully.

He had never been in such pain, and watched sadly as he unleashed a powerful attack that he could never imagine in his dreams, and released it towards the enemy, and it was his mother who resisted this attack.

No!

He can't accept it!

There was even blood flowing from his eye sockets, hatred and pain completely overwhelmed him, it was so intense and terrifying.

He suddenly raised his wand again, as if he felt some kind of dark meaning, felt the effect of some unique ritual magic being transmitted to him, what it was, he didn't know.

He just hoped that the shadow of his mother would not appear on Voldemort, that was the most disgusting thing.

He even passed through the rhythm of this ritual magic faintly, and suddenly through a kind of azure blue electric vision with his left eye, he saw a bleeding wound on Voldemort's chest.

"Repel with all your strength!"

He roared and waved his wand again, and the hotter plasma beam from the tip of the wand rushed towards Voldemort like a long river.

At this moment, Riddle was still sitting gracefully on the chair, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, looking at Harry mockingly.

He was so confident that Harry couldn't hurt him at all.

It was so much fun.

it's really...

Well……

Riddle suddenly felt a sense of loss, as if his whole soul was buzzing, as if something was moving away from him.

He lowered his head slowly, staring blankly at his chest, where the wound that he thought had healed earlier was bleeding again at this moment.

That's where damned Severus had driven a dreadful dagger into his chest.

Harry's magic is not aimed at himself!

He suddenly had such a realization.

Harry's repelling spell was aimed at the power of Lily Evans' love magic, trying to strip it from his body.

It was impossible to succeed. Harry's current level is only the level of Anton's floating spell to float the Black Lake back then. It's amazing, but it's still not enough for him.

?

He could only watch helplessly as a translucent figure floated away from him, leaving his soul through the wound Severus had made.

"No~~~~"

Riddle staggered to his feet, a little panicked, such a big movement knocked the chair behind him down, making a dull crashing sound.

"Ha, good~"

Riddle took a deep breath, slowly chanting the names of those who hurt him, "Severus...Harry Potter..."

It's really interesting.

Together, they strip Lily's magic of love from themselves.

only……

"It's still not enough..." Riddle looked at Harry with a sneer, and slowly and gracefully pulled out the wand from his arms.

Suddenly, a figure stood in front of him.

Albus Dumbledore, dear professor he longed to kill.

Dumbledore just looked at Riddle with a smile on his face, "Tom, Harry is just a child~"

"What can he understand? Don't worry about children at your age."

puff~

Grindelwald couldn't help laughing.

"Quack quack..."

Anton waved his wand happily, turning his gaze from the scene of the Top 100 Tournament back to the ritual magic of the wine barrel hut.

Oh no, not the barrel shack.

What bloomed in front of him at this moment was an incomparably bright sea of ​​stars.

Too many people have benefited from such a powerful ritual magic, and of course it is impossible for Anton to be absent.

He didn't want much, just looking forward to more and more interesting futures that magic could bring, that's all.

And he did it.

Standing on the surface of the moon, looking up at the bright galaxy, the expression is fascinated.

he……

Really in the galaxy!

"I'm going to go all the way here."

He is so looking forward to it.

Little by little, he was dragged by the magic power of the ritual magic and returned to the wine barrel hut.