Chapter 240 Wizards Are Magical Creatures

All the sand blown by the wind must have traces.

There must be footprints on the road that people walk.

And this is the meaning of time.

Pedro the Fairy, the "time and memory traveler and collector", once said that if there is no memory, time will cease to exist.

As long as this old goblin lives long enough, when all the life forms of that era have disappeared, and that period of history is completely buried by the long river of time, the memory in his mind will be the only anchor to explore the ancient goblin era.

This is what he lives for.

Different people have different understandings of time, and the long river of time is too magical to support the interpretation of any powerful wizard.

In Anton's eyes, time is the sea of ​​subconscious memories of countless people.

This sea carries all the real, emotionless memories, there is no up, down, left, or right, no back and forth in time.

It is not so easy to change the memory of such a sea, to create a false memory, to create a false 'fact'.

The so-called forced time correction is actually a self-correcting ability of this huge memory.

When the logic goes wrong, it will always make its own deduction to smooth out the mistakes again.

Yes, if you think so!

Then time and memory must be a gigantic magic of nature!

Facing magic, Anton habitually opened the "Eye of Magic" and "Eyes of Grindelwald" to observe and explore magic.

As the time-turner transported him and the drakes back in time, he miraculously discovered that the drakes' souls had become fluffy.

The body that was originally constructed of countless colorful line patterns turned into countless black lines, and the combination of these lines became not so tight, giving a feeling of erratic.

"?"

Anton blinked his eyes, there was always such an ungraspable realization in his mind.

"Suddenly it feels like time-turners and Horcruxes have something magically in common."

But what it is, with his current knowledge reserve, it is still too early to figure it out. Being able to release a half-meter-thick Killing Curse does not mean how far he has really gone on the road of magic.

In the words of Mr. Voldemort, Anton's technique on the Killing Curse is too rough.

Thinking of Horcruxes...

Anton looked at Voldemort and Dumbledore's Horcruxes again.

"!!!"

His eyes widened in an instant, and goosebumps exploded all over his body, as if his entire soul was about to explode.

Fog Grass!

What did he see!

Fortunately, Dumbledore said that it was just a ball of black thread, this one passed directly.

The remains of Tom's Horcrux, the black lines were completely stretched out, flattened into a pattern similar to a big tree.

Anton even saw familiar spells on many branches. Yes, although it was different from the magic image, this was a spell, and he would never admit it wrong.

A finer image of magic power formed by the black lines of the soul!

Floating spell!

Apparate!

Iron Curse!

Cruciatus!

...

It's amazing, in the process of time travel, this interesting picture just appeared in front of me.

Anton instantly thought of Lao Fu's paper on changing the structure of the soul, the most important weight that Lao Fu could produce, which explained in detail how to change a wizard's soul.

Altering souls, Squibs can possess the wizard's ability to unleash magic.

Changing the soul, the wizard can have the ability to transform into a werewolf.

So, what has changed?

Anton followed the route of the black line all the way back to the root of the tree image, where there was a broken soul.

In the very middle of the soul, three seemingly colorful black lines criss-cross, forming a pattern of the symbol of the Three Hallows of the Dead.

PS: Figure.

And all the magical black lines extend from this pattern.

"Does this represent magical ability?" Anton suddenly realized that maybe ordinary Muggles lack this structure in their souls, so they can't release magic, even Squibs!

For a moment, Anton thought of the dark green cracks on Filch's body.

It clearly has the pattern of the Three Hallows logo, but it is more obscure, hidden in the traces unique to Voldemort's shape. Obviously, this is a further development of ability.

Looking carefully, Anton also found a very unique black line.

A looming dark red, almost black line, yes, there are not many colors in the black line of the soul, just these four.

This dark red thread is gently wrapped around the Three Hallows, dyeing its own magic power in different colors.

What is the function of this one?

Feeling blessed, Anton quickly took out the snuff box, took out a small bottle of Felicity Elixir and drank it, and took out the Philosopher's Stone from it.

Nicole Flamel's Philosopher's Stone, the pinnacle work of alchemy and magic creation skills in the wizarding world, and the only remaining treasure in the world.

If you don't talk about the Deathly Hallows, this may be the most powerful magic item in the wizarding world.

Magical power surged, and Anton quickly looked at other things.

First of all, the sub-dragon species, this little cutie who had already drawn a complete magical image by him, showed another appearance at the moment when the black thread of the soul was fluffy.

The little soul extended an extremely complex magic image, which looked like a huge magic circle.

This should be the animal instinct spell.

Following these lines all the way to the very beginning, Anton suddenly found another three Hallows symbol, except for the dark red line.

"Exclusive to wizards?"

Anton blinked and looked at Dumbledore again...

Old Deng blinked and smiled slightly, "It seems that you have discovered the essence of a wizard."

"!!!"

Anton took a breath and stepped back tactically.

God~

I am so surprised.

You are alive and can talk!

Oh, by the way, this Horcrux was originally alive.

Amidst the white light, Dumbledore's black line also appeared. Obviously, Old Deng let go of his defenses and generously let Anton observe the origin of his soul.

On the symbol of Dumbledore's Three Deathly Hallows, there are actually two lines intertwined, one golden red and one dark red.

"Although I don't want to say that pure blood is supreme..." Old Deng's voice rang in Anton's ear, "But in fact, this is the blood of wizards."

"Pure blood naturally has more talents on the road of magic. The purer the blood, the more magical the talents they have."

"Did you see the golden red? Every member of Dumbledore will be accompanied by the phoenix and the phoenix. This is one of the interesting effects brought by the bloodline."

As he spoke, he pointed to the dark red line next to Tom's wreckage, only to see a pitch black line that was almost invisible suddenly appeared. "Blood of Slytherin, born with Parseltongue, they have an extremely wonderful fate with snakes."

Dumbledore smiled slightly.

"There are too few people in pure-blood families, and the marriage of close relatives has finally led to an increase in low-intelligence children. We, the International Federation of Wizards, pessimistically thought this was a sign of the decline of wizard blood."

"The interesting part is..."

"Half-blood wizards gradually began to show their own natural talents. Although no one in this field has made an in-depth research paper on this, we all know that mixed-race wizards will appear in the new era. noble."

Anton blinked, "Mixed blood works wonders, I know."

But it's none of his business.

He didn't bother to pay attention to the memorabilia of the development of the wizarding world, he was more focused on his own magical path.

Under the observation of the "Eye of Magic Power" and "Eyes of Grindelwald", his vision turned to his own soul, and Anton raised his eyebrows.

The black thread of my soul is simply a mess.

It's like a child scribbling, using a black pen to scribble randomly on a piece of white paper, without any regularity.

Do not.

There are still.

A pattern of black lines of the 'A Ray of Sunshine' spell was entwined into a platinum-gold twisted rope, and countless black lines stretched out to attract the spells one by one, as if they wanted to connect them together.

Shh~

Finally, it seemed like a long time, but in fact it was just a moment. Anton traveled through time and quietly landed in a snowy valley.

He didn't move, just kept holding the Philosopher's Stone, squinting his eyes and thinking about something.

"Phoenix Phoenix?"

"snake?"

"Sunlight?"

"..."

Anton suddenly broke out into an extremely hearty laugh, laughing so hard that he leaned forward and backward, "I know, I know!"

"This 'ray of sunshine' is what the old wizard called a 'magic slot'!"

"And this 'magic slot' is actually the blood of a wizard!"

"The so-called pure blood, the so-called mixed blood, and the so-called natural talent of magical animals are nothing more than adding a 'spell slot' to the soul!"

"No wonder the old wizard broke his body and couldn't even drink a drop of potion."

"It turns out that his blood system is about to collapse!"

"Also, the so-called wolf's poison is actually the failure of the ancient wizards when they studied the blood. They tried to make the wizard have a Parseltongue similar to Slytherin and Dumbledore's by relying on this simple wolf's poison. The phoenix is ​​friendly?"

Anton raised his right hand, tilted his head and watched the arm flip, "Although I still don't know how to make the spell bit completely become a wizard's blood."

"but……"

"Wizards are essentially not the same species as Muggles. This is a magical creature."

"So, the bloodline can be a magic image, and the bloodline can be the black thread of the soul..."

"Yes, it must be like this." He murmured, "I grew a dragon skin that belongs to a fire dragon according to the magic image of the sub-dragon species!"

"this……"

"It must be converted!"

Boom!

In just an instant, Anton's arm above the elbow disappeared without a trace.

Instead, there are twisting black lines of the soul. With the surge of thoughts, the black lines quickly change in different magical images.

Raising the arm, the black thread formed by the forearm suddenly twisted and rushed towards the sky, sinking into nothingness, as if connected to the sky.

In just an instant, the snow and clouds in the sky dissipated, and the setting sun shone down.

"Tsk~"

Anton's eyes returned to normal vision, and he raised his eyebrows, "Nice!"

I saw my fingers pointing at the sky with a weird shape, and released a weather spell without a stick.

And this weird shape has a corresponding pattern in ancient runes.

"Sunlight!"

It has the meaning of Vientiane renewal, clear weather, hot sun and so on.

if it is like this……

Anton looked at the magic wand in his hand with a smile. This magical wooden object with a magical animal magic wand core is definitely another interesting exploration.