Chapter 381 Pale Bony Spine

Resurrection ceremony, extremely high-end magic in the wizarding world.

Professor Snape once taught Anton to deconstruct this kind of magic in the way of potions.

The soul is like a seal, and the body is the pattern stamped by this seal.

What should I do if the pattern is missing or even completely damaged? It's simple, as long as you use extremely strong magic power, or some kind of treasure (such as the Philosopher's Stone), or some kind of ritual (resurrection ceremony), etc., you can make the body reproduce the same as the soul.

This is resurrection magic.

Then, if the soul has defects, such as no nose, then the resurrected body will naturally also have no nose.

To expand it further, if a large amount of blood is squeezed out by using the method of spinal bone hematopoiesis, and even the soul is put into it, then what can the soul retain in the end?

The answer is the spine.

This is also the characteristic of this vertebra in the potion material.

Take advantage of this feature...

When the dementors and Aurors rushed here, all the blood surged towards Anton's cell.

Little by little, it turned into a small, pale spine.

The size is about the same as a large chopstick used to fry fried dough sticks.

"Recovery!"

The light of the curse flickered along the corridor of the prison.

Anton waved this strange magic wand lightly, and the railing of Dolokhov's cell was restored to its original state. Only the drips of blood on the ground showed that there was once another person in the cell.

He frowned slightly, staring at the spine, "It's not very useful."

If it is to cast some evil curse magic, or some small-scale targeted ritual magic, or even used as a potion material, this spine should be able to show extremely excellent performance.

Only if it is used as a normal wand, it is still not good.

No wonder the Ministry of Magic attaches so much importance to magic wands. This thing is simply the most important achievement of wizards in modern times, and its effect is so much better than the magic medium.

But at least, something is better than nothing, and Anton can finally cast spells normally.

Anton licked the corner of his mouth and smiled.

Azkaban is so interesting, so are Dementors, and so are Death Eaters, and the quiet environment is also very suitable for thinking about the next path of life.

Healed Wolfsbane and Blood Curse, made a body for the old wizard, and successfully transformed the Blood Curse Orc into an Animagus for Anna. Now he has no burden on him.

There is nothing to be persistent about.

It was as if he was affected by Voldemort's Confusion Curse at that time, and he was at a loss.

"Maybe……"

The pale spine dangled in his hands, quickly transformed into an inconspicuous small stone, and rolled down to the corner of the bed.

Anton looked at the dementors flying in and the Death Eaters on the opposite side of the prison with a smile, "You can find the answer here."

The dementor was not a very responsible jailer, so he opened the cell door, smelled the blood on the ground, and looked around the corridor, before giving up.

As long as no one escapes from Azkaban, killing all the wizards is fine.

A few Aurors guarding the gate of Azkaban Prison also sent people to check, and they didn't even bother to pay attention, because these evil dark wizards were blown up by a certain curse.

None of the other Death Eaters spoke up.

Everything is like a silent comedy that has nothing to do with Anton.

He just watched with interest the exchanges between the Aurors and the Dementors.

The Aurors held their wands to their necks and said something, and the Dementors nodded.

"It should be some kind of variant or branch of the 'loud voice' auxiliary speaking spell."

Patterns of light and shadow were drawn around him, the magical image of the spell the Aurors used.

Seeing the inspecting dementor leave the vicinity of his cell, the pale stone on the ground rolled and flew into his hand again, turning into a pale spine.

Anton's other eye turned into azure blue, and he plunged his body into the darkness of the corner, staring at the Dementor and Auror.

"Oh huh~"

what did he see

Observation on the side of the soul, the voices from the mouths of the Aurors turned into milky white silk threads, which were touched by the fur of the dementor.

"Milk white silk thread..."

Anton raised his eyebrows, isn't this thing just memory?

But these are thinner, like erratic strands of hair.

"The carrying of information?"

"Complete the information interaction through a method similar to the emotional sharing of 'Mrs. Norris'?"

"No, no, this is just what you see by observation, not necessarily the reality of this kind of thing."

Anton thought for a while, then turned over and lay down on the bed, closing his eyes gently.

...

Hogsmeade, afternoon.

In the underground secret room of a three-story villa, a doll made of alchemy slowly opened its eyes.

"Anton!"

Anna was fiddling with something on the test bench wearing a monocle, when she saw Anton jumping off the shelf, she hurried up to meet him.

Anton looked around and looked at Anna nervously, "How is Dumbledore?"

Anna pointed to the top, "They are preparing for the resurrection ceremony in the courtyard. It has reached a critical time. Father and mother are here, as are Pedro, Fiennes, and Lupine and his wife. The specific initiation ceremony should be three days later. "

Anton nodded, "The situation is a bit chaotic recently, don't leave your parents' side, I'm worried that those who target me will attack my family."

He didn't know how strong Rozier was.

But Anton always remembered the scene where Rozier almost killed the goblin Pedro to pieces. The power of that terrifying spell must not be underestimated.

It is always reassuring to have him protecting the female relatives at home.

"Where is the disappearing cabinet? I need to go to the school to check the information."

Anna hastily took out the snuffbox from her pocket, waved her wand and released the Vanishing Cabinet from inside and placed it on the ground.

"I put them away for you."

Anton smiled slightly, and touched her little head, "I probably won't come back. After Dumbledore wakes up, the ghost knows if he will stick around. I don't want him to find out that I have a puppet, slip away." slip away."

Anna looked up at him quietly, grinned, and nodded slightly.

The two didn't talk much, Anton opened the disappearing cabinet and got in.

...

"Professor Fiennes, this is "Whispering to You" that you want to borrow." Mrs. Pince put a thick book on black magic on the table, and looked at the hood of Fiennes' wizard robe with some doubts The dark golden metal chin exposed under it.

These days, even dolls are going to fall in love?

Oh, that's not right, it should be a ghost living in a doll, and it can also fall in love?

It's been a long time.

"Quack quack ~"

Fiennes let out a hoarse laugh, and picked up the book, "I'm sorry to trouble you."

Mrs. Pince waved a feather duster to sweep the dust off the table, "Needless to say, in this current situation, we professors need to be more united."

"Well~"

Fiennes shook his head habitually, and tapped the cover of the book with his finger, "That's why we should speak quietly."

Mrs. Pince took a deep breath, and turned her head to look at the Aurors standing guard outside the floor-to-ceiling windows of the library. She rubbed the knuckles of her index finger with her thumb, "I don't like this kind of life. I hope Dumbledore can recover as soon as possible."

"Soon, soon." Fiennes said comforting words and walked outside.

Today is a good weather, the sun is filling the air, which makes people feel comfortable.

Let me explain, about the conversation with the Death Eaters in the last chapter. Whether it is a happy person, a good person, or a bad person, when they see injustice or evil things that violate morality, they always feel disgust from the bottom of their hearts, which should be reasonable. It's similar to Keyboard Man, except that Anton's ability has gradually become stronger, and he began to have the ability to complain face to face, so he said it out. Since everyone finds it awkward, I will delete those two complaints. Anyway, it has nothing to do with the main plot of this volume. The story is still long, don't worry, take your time. Sometimes when I write too excitedly, I will say a few more words. This is mainly due to the fact that I watched a video explaining a movie during lunch today, and it was a bit emotional, haha.

Say it again.

Each volume has its own characteristics, and the title of this volume is "Crackling", which is about tickling curses. At the same time, it also talks about the protagonist's mental journey. The overall main line of the previous few volumes was to treat the family as the main line. Now it is natural to give the protagonist a strong motivation in order to make the character glow with his own charm. But the same thing, different people's behavior is not the same.

It’s not that if you complain about crime, you must be a pioneer of justice, right?

Look at the clown in Gotham, he also complains about evil, he...