Chapter 670 Superimposing Bloodline Ritual Magic and Composite Casting Techniques

Starting from the first teacher Fiennes' saying that "wizards are gods", Anton's magic path has always been the influence of "mind" on magic.

I got a lot of inspiration from different magic masters, experienced different things, and had the extension of my own path.

roughly divided into three directions.

The ultimate spellcasting learned from Professor Voldemort, combined with the deepest desire in the soul, Anton has made miraculous breakthroughs in the direction of levitation spells, lighting spells, happiness spells and other spells.

From the "wizards and nature" learned from Professor Dumbledore, and Grindelwald's "mind and nature", Anton glimpsed the "memory planet" and "the boundless void" at the soul side.

The "soul and blood" learned from Professor Snape allowed Anton to excel in the field of high-end transformation art called "Animagus", breaking through the limitation that Animagus cannot transform magical animals , and even researched the ritual magic of 'superimposing the blood of magical animals'.

Of course, these are not separate magical paths, they are closely related to each other, and the teachings of other teachers have also given Anton a lot of help.

It touches various fields and integrates them into one.

The light of the candles flickered in the moonlight. Several young wizards waved their wands and chanted spells. They each carried a pot of dark gold plates containing spell-casting materials, and walked around the ravine of ritual magic.

In the gully, there are faintly surging stars.

In the majestic and ferocious surge of magic power, Anton somehow began to recall everything in the magic road in his mind.

Oh~

Actually he knows.

This is the impact of the surge of magic power on the wizard's body. These magic powers are connected with their own magic power, and the effect of fusion is achieved invisibly.

And the body to which his own soul is attached has also become a complex of the body and the entire ritual magic.

At this time, the "way of thinking" between the self and the body will change to a certain extent.

This is actually the principle that wizards use ritual magic to accomplish some so-called 'psychic', 'prophecy', 'meditation' and other magical functions.

Ancient wizards even chose to temporarily attach their souls to animals, magical creations, and others to find this unique meditation effect.

Thinking at this time is extremely wonderful, because the body is superimposed with ritual magic, and the huge magic power will bring extremely interesting changes to the wizard, and the thoughts can fly freely.

Thinking at this time is also extremely dangerous. Even the books full of evil knowledge in the restricted section of the school library will tell how to be firm in the use of ritual magic.

To put it simply, distracting oneself during ritual magic is simply courting death.

Be cautious!

However, this kind of thing is not a problem for Anton, who has experienced the fusion of two souls, a firm original intention, and a ray of sunshine in his soul.

He can freely soar in the wonderful ethereal artistic conception brought by the magic power.

At this time, he thought of the recent study of Dumbledore's confinement magic, which is a "pure" spellcasting method with complex emotions, and the compound spellcasting technique completed is completely opposite to Voldemort's extreme emotional spellcasting method. There is a strange connection faintly.

Anton still has no way to describe this feeling in simple words.

But he caught the feeling.

This seemed to be a kind of prophecy—he told Neville that the addition of dragon blood, a spell-casting material, could only be known in ritual magic.

In a barrel container made of glass, the dragon's blood was guided by magic to evaporate and turned into a blood mist, mixed with the 'spirit-rich blood' that Anton had just obtained.

The powerful vitality poured in, from the praise of every great life, and a huge heartbeat suddenly appeared in the factory building.

The sound of the heartbeat seemed to come from a huge heart, strong and vigorous.

Then, there is the sound of lungs breathing, with a kind of vitality for life, soft, soothing, and long-lasting.

Anton stood on the altar, waved his wand lightly, raised his hands high, and slammed it hard.

In an instant, the extremely intense moonlight pervading the factory building disappeared.

Accompanied by the pause of the heartbeat and breathing, everything seems to have come to a standstill, quiet, everything around is extremely quiet.

The voices of the friends chanting ancient rune spells and the howling of werewolves all disappeared.

At this moment, all creatures seemed to have stagnated their lives. Whether it was the werewolf or Anna, they all had a feeling of being completely clean in their hearts.

Then, the wand in Anton's hand was slowly pressed down and shook slightly.

bang bang~ bang bang~

Huh~

The sound of heartbeat and breathing airflow sounded again.

As if they had noticed something, the little wizards all looked up, only to see a bright moon suddenly appearing above their heads.

Oh~

The moon was indeed overhead.

But never has it been this close.

It is so close that it seems that the entire moon is inlaid above the roof, and you can even see the uneven craters on the surface of the moon.

"Aww~~~"

The werewolves raised their heads and roared at the moon at the same time.

The sound wave shook, and phantoms of werewolves flew out of them, floating beside them, roaring towards the sky.

And the werewolves on the cross also returned to their human form, with only their phantom of the werewolf in their eyes.

That feeling is extremely unique, as if the wizard tied to the cross is himself, and the werewolf floating in mid-air is also himself.

They were even led by the werewolf's emotions, looked up at the sky together, and had the emotion of worshiping the moon.

This feeling is fading little by little.

Yes, subside.

Little by little, little by little, it disappeared.

At the same time, the phantom of the werewolf in front of them also shattered, turning into something like smoke, twisting.

twisting...

Combined with the dragon's blood floating in the ritual magic and the "blood rich in vitality and spirit", strands of silk threads are produced like silk, and like extremely thin blood vessels, flowing with unique flavor magic.

Anton began to chant the ancient rune mantra, and the strange tone sounded in the ritual magic. The sound seemed to be separated by a thick barrier, and everyone could only hear it vaguely.

It feels like an unborn baby listening to the sounds of the outside world through the mother's belly.

Suddenly, the little friends in the hut also floated up. They looked at everything in front of them with some panic, and felt a surge of magic power circulating around them.

Boom~

A phantom of a werewolf appeared in front of George, Fred, and Neville.

In front of Anna was not only a werewolf, but also a phantom of a viper.

In front of Hannah was a phantom of a 'garden elf'.

Even Anton himself had various phantoms floating in front of him, a transparent phantom, a giant werewolf phantom, and a viper phantom.

With the sound of Anton's spell, the phantom in front of everyone is also breaking apart, mixing into the surrounding mist.

"It must be that Anton has improved the ritual magic of superimposing blood, everyone stay calm!" Anna explained to her friends in a low voice.

"Quiet!"

Anton's voice came in dully, "Whether it's the companions in the hut or the werewolves, listen carefully to the voice of your other body, and feel this change..."

I don't know how long it took before a dazzling green light filled everyone's eyes.

"Avada Kedavra!"

The Soul Scalpel transformed from the Killing Curse filled the entire ritual magic in an instant, and everyone's other body instantly became fragmented.

Everyone can feel the despair of dissipating life, and in this despair there is a ray of vitality, and that vitality is the original body.

So he crazily rushed towards the original body, attached to his own body, and completely integrated into it.

At this point, the ritual magic is complete.

However, everyone is immersed in a feeling of 'new birth' and cannot escape for a long time.

I don't want to leave either, that feeling is extremely wonderful.

Anton looked at everyone with a smile. He had experienced this feeling before, and it was this feeling when he completely merged with his resurrected clone of his previous life.

Obviously, his way of casting this compound spell was extremely successful.

and……

He also had a pleasant surprise.

Anton looked at a large jar beside him. The magical animal Horklap in it was obviously dead. The pink mushrooms with thorns looked wilted, and several pink tentacles emerged from the soil. Beside, it was obvious that there was a struggle when he was under the death curse.

The wand tapped the jar lightly, and Hawklap's body split open, and something white and pink floated inside - a ring.

The ring with two overlapping pink tentacles and the ring decoration of pink mushroom looks very cute.

This is the second magic item made by Anton.

Compared with the dementor robe that can make people into a 'ghost' state, which is not known to be useful, this ring is much more practical.

It has the magical magic of "All Curses End" and "Iron Armor Curse".

Controlling to untie the chains on all the crosses, Anton looked at everyone with a smile, "Congratulations, you will never be troubled by chamaejasma again, of course, its power is also hidden deep in your blood, waiting for you!" You dig."

The werewolf wizards didn't speak, and they were all in a daze. They didn't know who was crying, and the crying sounded one after another.

Anton sighed softly, and led his friends out of the workshop.

"Wow, Anton, I feel a miraculous change!" George couldn't hold back his excitement, and pulled his sleeve vigorously, exposing his slender and fair arm, "It has become more powerful!"

"Hey, brother, it seems that I'm going to surpass you in this aspect." Fred smacked his shoulder proudly, motioning him to look at his hand. As the fingers danced, dragon scales emerged from the skin. come out.

clatter clatter ~

Wolf claws extended from the end of the fingers.

"Cool!" George whistled.