Chapter 422 God-Bestowed Robe

"Cluck..."

Yinling's laughter echoed in my ears...

Anton shook his head, looked up at the sky, one eye turned into azure blue, as if seeing the endless void.

Traveling along the colorful fog, he came to the depths of his soul. Everyone's soul is like a list with unclear boundaries, and like a planet.

It doesn't have a substantial shape, it's just that Anton's observation angle is different, and it will show different shapes.

Anton named it - Memory Planet.

In the endless galaxy of collective memory, all memory planets are hidden and difficult to observe.

Dozens of soul black lines extend from a certain point of my own memory planet, extending into the void, connecting to more than a dozen memory planets in a strange sense of distance that seems to be extremely far away but also seems to be close in front of my eyes.

That's what the Death Eaters of Azkaban called upon their memory of the "Antlered Great Pyrenees".

In addition to this, there are several soul black lines extending to the void, penetrating directly to a dazzling huge mirror, which continues to extend, as if symmetrical, and there is also a memory planet exactly like myself inside.

This is the 'Horcrux'.

Unlike Voldemort's Horcrux, Anton's Horcrux has an additional function of "information interaction".

In addition to these two, there are also a few dark lines of the soul, which can only be roughly felt but not observed. Anton can probably guess that this should be some kind of connection between himself and other people.

For example, the "unbreakable oath" spell with Voldemort and Dumbledore.

(see Chapter 235/237 for details)

Oh, and one more clear than the others is the connection with Angara.

These are all self-initiated connections with others.

There is only this one, presenting a strange 'ash', extending from the endless void, gently resting on the planet of my memory.

From above, some kind of joy of new life is faintly conveyed——clack…

The field of vision extends along this line, and you can see countless black lines of the soul extending from the "galaxy of collective human consciousness", carrying endless negative emotions, converging and turning into a "aggregate of negative emotions".

This aggregate has an interesting shape.

Such a powerful collection of emotions, prying countless magical powers, almost condenses into a nebula that can be seen with the naked eye. This nebula looks like a huge dementor.

This dementor-shaped nebula has a gray wizard robe, and it floats automatically without wind. Countless black threads of the soul extend from the gray-black robe, forming each dementor's gray-black robe.

But now something has changed.

The huge Dementor Nebula seemed to materialize, and the blonde hair floated out from the huge hood, swaying in the void, besides the joyful laughter of being reborn, it also sent a message.

— bestow.

Suddenly, Anton followed one of the black lines of the soul and looked into the distance. A dementor's gray-black robe was shaking empty.

Anton blinked, feeling an inexplicable strange feeling in his heart.

What is this, a god-given robe?

But since you define me as the owner of this robe, at least give it to me. In reality, this robe is still placed in Azkaban.

Anton was about to ask something else, but the conscious Dementor Nebula didn't respond again.

Fell asleep?

Oh~

no.

Anton was surprised to find that the Dementor Nebula was rapidly sending out a large amount of information along the black lines of negative emotional souls of the "galaxies of collective human consciousness".

what is it doing

Anton didn't know either.

There are too many magical things in the wizarding world. If you want to involve the records of gods, you can probably only go to some fairy tales to find them, and then get a little glimpse of the truth from various metaphors.

Suddenly, Anton felt countless eyes focus on him, blinked, and returned to normal vision, but saw editor-in-chief Greengrass yelling something 'blonde and blue-eyed young girl' over there.

Dumbledore came over with an extremely serious face, looked around, and said with a final word, "That's the end of this matter!"

As he said that, he directly pulled Anton and led countless younger brothers to the outside.

The wizards around had plans to say something, but they were also shocked by Dumbledore's momentum, their mouths moved, and finally closed obediently.

Obviously Dumbledore has decided to take this matter down, and if he wants to target Anton in the future, he may have to pass Dumbledore first.

Someone cursed domineeringly, and could only watch Dumbledore leave helplessly.

...

...

"The rhythm of the deep magic world..."

The crowd went directly to the fireplace in Dumbledore's principal's office through the Floo network of the Ministry of Magic. Dumbledore specifically kept Anton behind and talked about this word.

"When the goblin civilization reached its peak, hundreds of wise men collectively resurrected a great sage, which caused the rhythm of the deep magic world, and the magic power of the entire magic world changed. This is the opportunity for the rise of human wizards. But this is not the only one. The reason is just to record the frightening rhythm of the deep magic world."

Anton froze for a moment, "I've heard the news before."

In fact, that's what Pedro the Fairy remembered.

"Have you heard of it?" Dumbledore looked at Anton in surprise, nodded, tapped on the table lightly, and made a pot of black tea appear on the table. There are records of this information, except that the Department of Mysteries of the Ministry of Magic of various countries will use some special methods to record, it seems that you also have a good channel."

Anton watched silently as he took up the black tea to refill their cups, and just nodded slightly.

It is impossible for Dumbledore not to know that the only sage who is still alive in the goblin is at home, and it is impossible for Dumbledore to drink black tea, because it is not sweet enough.

Therefore, the person in front of him was obviously Grindelwald, but he was wearing Dumbledore's skin. For some reason, Anton felt a different kind of awkwardness in his heart.

"Then who will the rhythm of the deep magical world give someone a chance? Muggle squibs?" Dumbledore raised his mouth slightly and took a sip from his teacup. "This is a change worth looking forward to, and I think many people will Watch carefully and don't rush to react."

"In other words, you can go back to school and study hard."

With a faint smile on his face, he raised his feet and lightly tapped the handrail with one finger, and he didn't know what he was planning.

"Go ahead and study hard."

Anton nodded and stood up, but he was thinking about the robe that the dementor gave him, and he didn't know how to get it.

He wanted to open the door,

"Do you remember what you promised me?"

Anton looked up suspiciously, "What?"

Dumbledore smiled kindly, ""Dumbledore's Wisdom", this book is coming soon, you have been procrastinating for a long time."

"I paid you a Sorcerer's Stone, the only one in this world, you have to take care of it."

"If you have any questions when writing, you can come to me."

Anton froze for a moment, you paid me a Sorcerer's Stone?

That's Lockhart...

Huh?

Be good, you can't really pay me, can you?

At this moment, Ai Bo, the editor-in-chief of the school magazine, came over, pushed open the door, and smiled brightly and charmingly, "Oh, principal, I heard that there is a big news? Huh? Anton, you came back?"

Anton looked at the editor-in-chief of Aibo, then at Dumbledore, and nodded, "I will speed up."

It's a bit uncomfortable for people with a cold, so let's make two changes today, and there will be another chapter to be posted later.