Chapter 1121 I Declare!

Anthony Weasley stood on the round altar, moving his hands lightly, as if he was directing something, the bright sea of ​​stars in the sky suddenly became restless.

It's as if the quiet sea suddenly has huge waves, and it becomes real in an instant.

A surging feeling of surging life caused every onlooker to feel an indescribable touch deep in their hearts, so moved that tears rolled down from their eyes.

It is a kind of moving of the soul to the final destination.

That is the perception of the spiritual river that is difficult for ordinary wizards to touch, and it is now so clearly presented in front of everyone.

"Is this the magical world in the eyes of King Weasley?" Someone in the crowd raised his head and murmured.

These are the wizards who underwent experiments in the ritual magic of "Wizard World". Peter stared blankly at the long river in the sky, and felt that his whole body was trembling with unbearable excitement.

King Weasley once told them that as long as they take their time, they will slowly and completely complete the second magic riot from the second wizard, and completely become real wizards.

In a way with the most solid foundation and a completely stable magic bloodline.

But even in that case, after becoming a true 'pure-blood' wizard, he might have a lifetime of difficulty reaching the magical world that King Weasley touches now.

So wonderful, so enviable.

He was particularly envious of those members of the cabin, or members of the Voyagers, who could participate so closely.

Of course, the joining of these members is not to do physical work that can be replaced by the floating spell.

Or just come over to watch Anton how awesome he is.

They also have their own things to do.

On one of the altars, Lockhart looked nervously at Ron who was standing on the same altar. He had a natural mistrust of this clumsy student—can he do a good job?

Hey~

Ron also had the same suspicions about this unreliable professor—are you okay?

But at such an important moment, they have no way to discuss the lack of self-confidence in their hearts, and they must complete their tasks as soon as possible.

Ron carefully took out a book, which was "Thirty-six thousand five hundred and eighty-three stories about the moon" he had collected. (chapter 1104)

Holding the book in his left hand, he drew out his wand with his right hand and pressed it lightly against the book.

At this time, he needs to cast a spell that is a bit difficult for him-compound spell casting.

Cast two at the same time, one is the 'Spirit of Fear', and the other is the 'Bionic Magic created by Anton based on the goblin memory sorting secret method' that Anton taught Lockhart and Lockhart taught himself.

Ron swallowed, and looked around.

Everyone was busy, and Harry was asked to cast the magic of 'love' and 'hate' at the same time, in a state of casting the spell in a state of concealment...

Hermione was asked to cast the Mirror Curse invented by Anton, to reflect the scenes in her life since she came into contact with the wizarding world that made her unforgettable for a long time...

Crabbe was asked to cast the Fiercefire Curse, although he could only barely reach the threshold of 'control' that Anton described...

Everyone needs to bear the spellcasting effect that slightly exceeds their current ability, and everyone needs extra focus and hard work.

Looking at the little friends around him, Ron's heart was beating so hard that he could almost hear it, and he could even feel a blood vessel in the back of his neck beating along with it.

Nervous, extremely tense.

At the same time, a feeling that was rarely seen in the past came to my heart - a sense of responsibility.

Ron has never been given such an important responsibility. Anton once told him the importance of his spellcasting to Anton's ritual magic, and also analyzed the magical benefits that will be obtained after the successful spellcasting.

He took a deep breath and looked at the friends around him again.

Hermione, Harry, Goyle, Neville, George, Fred, Draco, Crabbe...

He could even feel his parents and brothers staring at him outside the crater.

Every figure, every responsibility.

Ron nodded vigorously to Lockhart beside him, waved his wand lightly, and poked vigorously at the book in his left hand.

He was so nervous that he almost punctured the cover of the book and almost broke the wand in his hand.

Seeing Lockhart glaring at him nervously, Ron twitched the corner of his mouth innocently, revealing an ugly effect, and sank again.

The wand waved again.

Suddenly, a translucent spider phantom appeared on the book in his left hand.

Casting spells on the moon was obviously more difficult than on Earth, so he had to pay more attention.

He even forgot about Lockhart beside him.

The wand was shaking, and starlight floated up from the books, submerged in the shadow of the spider, and floated towards the sky again.

Those floating from the spider are milky white lines.

Anton said that these are the "black threads of the soul", which carry information, all the information about the story of the moon in Ron's memory, and the books are only auxiliary effects.

Ron didn't quite comprehend these, but he carried them out very seriously.

"Great!" Lockhart yelled softly, assumed a standard spellcasting figure, and cast a more difficult Oblivion Curse on the spirit of fear in the book.

He obviously doesn't want to let these memories and information be forgotten, he has slowly developed towards a deeper control of memories.

It was difficult, but he did it.

In just an instant, the milky white lines carrying information floating on the spider phantom changed from a trickle to a gushing torrent.

In this torrent of information, countless milky white lines spewed out in an interlaced manner, converging into a huge silver river, rushing against the altar towards the sky.

As Ron and Lockhart jointly cast spells, this silver beam of light quickly surpassed the fire column of the Fierce Fire Curse cast by Crabbe, and was the first to sink into the sea of ​​stars high in the sky.

The moment they entered, Lockhart and Ron completely froze on the altar as if they had been cast with a petrification spell.

Their souls, their spirituality, were held up by this continuous silver torrent, rushing forward, and submerged into the long spiritual river of the moon.

There, at the beginning, there was only endless silence and desolation.

In this barrenness, there seems to be a very faint but ubiquitous charm. If you feel it carefully, it is clearly Anton.

As the spell casts longer and longer, they can feel the countless information about the story of the moon carried by the spell they cast is washing the spiritual river of the moon.

No, it should be more accurate to describe it with smearing!

It was as if they were painting a magnificent tome!

The canvas is the long spiritual river of the moon, the background color is Anton's long spiritual river, and these people are painting their respective colors little by little.

The forerunner, the first to arrive at this barren world, endowed it with life and the color of all things.

Ron and Lockhart floated on the long spiritual river of the moon, feeling the wonderful feeling of not having a body but having a deep understanding of their own existence, and they called it amazing.

They can even feel that one person after another is being lifted, swept or blended into the spiritual river of the moon by their own magic.

The communication between each other is so wonderful, without words, but the information that the other party wants to convey can be so clearly felt.

Of course, it is also difficult for them to transfer information to each other. They are used to the way of human communication, and they cannot use this way of communication very well.

Everyone was deeply shocked by this scene of "smearing portraits".

But it doesn't seem to be going so smoothly.

With the canvas and the background color, the colors they painted didn't seem to adhere well to the canvas. Smear it on, but it comes off quickly little by little.

On the altar in the center, Anton was still gently shaking the wand in his hand, feeling all this with a smile.

He is not surprised by all this. The wonderful relationship between the traces of life and the long river of spirituality is not as simple as engraving marks on a piece of wood or painting colors on a piece of canvas.

Anton waved his wand slowly, and the spiritual rivers of collective consciousness gathered by the intelligent beings on the moon overlapped and appeared in the spiritual rivers of the moon.

The individual and the environment, collective consciousness and the environment, he has already explored these magic theories, and only the final practical research is left.

He waved his hands, so that the spiritual river of the moon and the spiritual river of human wizards on the moon merged and overlapped.

Let them collide, fate is the spray from the collision between the individual and the environment.

Then, he even pointed the magic wand in his hand at the earth in the distance.

The past spiritual rivers contained in the space shuttle channels of the moon and the earth are also involved.

Then, along this passage, every wizard on earth was included.

There is a meeting going on here, about the two levels of wizards and human beings that are crucial to determine the future destiny and development, and it is related to everyone, every wizard!

Ritual magic is sometimes so incomprehensible, and sometimes it seems so simple and easy to understand.

Countless rivers of spirituality converge, converging to form the sea, colliding, and setting off high waves, fate and time are intertwined, space and memory are intertwined...

"Quack quack..."

Anton's heart was filled with the overflowing joy of life, and he laughed involuntarily, with a very joyful, indescribably joyful smile.

He raised his head slightly, moved his hands lightly, raised his wand suddenly, and held the sky high.

He spoke softly in his mouth, but his voice was like thunder, surging in every corner of the entire moon for no reason.

"I declare..."

His gaze seemed to fill the entire moon, and all the onlookers could feel that Anton was watching him.

"I declare! This place! Habitable wizard!"

The sound resounded between heaven and earth.

The roaring sound surged up into the sky along the place where the long spiritual rivers meet, as if casting a weather spell, attracting clouds and water vapor from nowhere.

The roar sank to the ground, along the altar under Anton's feet, along the huge crater, countless green grasses that were slightly different from those on the earth began to break through the ground.

The cloudy sky, the green grass, shrubs and trees spread along the entire planet with the magic wand in Anton's hand as the middle point.

"I declare! Moon magic riot!"

"Heaven~earth~ open!"

boom!

Thunder surged in the clouds, and the heavy rain followed the edges of the clouds to cover more places. Where the rain had passed, grass, shrubs, and trees rose up.

The rainwater converges into a river, and there is a faint throbbing of life in the river.

The rainwater sinks into the lunar soil and washes out mountains, plains, hills, and canyons...

In the depths of the canyon, an inexplicable life is about to move!