Chapter 911 Anton Dumbledore and Voldemort

Anton hadn't been able to catch Tom Riddle, he and Dumbledore were always one step behind Tom.

Yes, there is a specialization in the arts. Tom is almost mastering the magic of Apparition. It is obvious that the same one keeps flashing and shuttling in different places, but it gives people a weird illusion that he is flying straight.

It seems as if the whole world has become a piece of paper under Tom's wand, and then Tom rubs it, turning himself into a silver needle, passing straight through the middle, and jumping at breakpoints in the eyes of ordinary people vision.

Flying spell.

No, it should be described separately like Transfiguration from the spell, this should be called Flying.

Professor Snape may be the only one who has completely accepted Voldemort's teaching of flying, and taught it to Anton without reservation.

It is an extremely unique magic theory, first there is me, then there is the world, I do not move, the world moves, such a solipsistic magic.

In contrast, although Anton has also learned this, and under the influence of the magic of "time reversal", he has achieved a "space anchoring" effect with the old wizard Fiennes, but he has moved towards completeness. different paths. (745 chapters)

Magic is the power of the mind.

Tom only has himself in his eyes. To him, the outside world is a feedback and change of any of his behaviors.

On the other hand, Anton cares more about the social nature of people, paying attention to the "position" of intelligent beings in this world, the subtle interactions between people and the environment, people and society, people and the world, etc.

All these seemingly simple apparition pursuits are actually a collision of two concepts.

Tom is currently leading temporarily, and Anton is gradually starting to exert strength.

After all, the 'Top 100 Competition' is going on here!

There are not only thousands of contestants, a security team composed of hundreds of top wizards, but also countless people on the entire planet who are focusing on the sights and emotions gathered together. It was Anton who maintained the ritual magic!

As Hermione's father, Mr. Granger, and Dudley's mother, Ms. Petunia Dursley, drank the potion one after another, Anton's left eye could clearly see countless black threads of soul coming from human beings. The long river of collective consciousness converges towards these two people.

It was the gathering of countless people's expectations, gazes, and extremely complicated emotions. It was caused by the complex emotions that Ron's Boggart, Dudley, and Penny's Boggart felt about overcoming their own fears in their respective small ritual magic. The blooming spiritual power, everything, turned into a torrent of magical power, washing away.

Gently picking up the magic wand in his hand, lightly prying all this, the picture of the intertwined black lines of the soul in front of Anton's eyes suddenly became clear.

"Quack quack..."

"Tom! Tom! Do you feel it? I'm going to get you!"

"Huh?"

Anton stopped suddenly, and suddenly saw countless black threads of the soul pulling Tom. It was a characteristic completely different from Tom's solipsistic magic. The magic taste was wrong!

What kind of characteristic is that?

It's as if everything in the world has turned into a huge and complex chessboard, people's hearts are chess, the general trend is a torrent, and the chess pieces are pushed by the torrent to move towards the carefully woven and calculated positions.

This is……

Heart magic?

Anton blinked, feeling another figure in the space shuttle, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

Dumbledore!

The old bee was obviously planning something for Tom, not only helping Tom escape the influence of his own ritual magic, but also pushing Tom into a maelstrom of a certain chessboard with criss-cross lines.

Anton looked into the distance following these shining black lines of the soul, and an interesting figure suddenly appeared in front of him.

Ha~ Rui~~ Pot!

Wow, that's really interesting.

Solips magic, self-magic, human heart magic, three magic concepts that also ponder the human heart but have opposite directions are colliding rapidly.

Anton originally thought that Tom was slightly better, but he gradually exerted his strength in the later stage. Unexpectedly, Lao Deng had already quietly guided everything.

Make Tom Riddle go in Harry's direction!

"Quack quack..."

"Fun, so much fun!"

"Tom, slow down, why are you in a hurry? Are you in a hurry to die? Quack quack..."

Anton kindly reminded him, laughing maniacally and quietly slowing down, oh my god, Lao Deng's calculations, at this time he had to be careful not to be involved.

He could feel that as the warriors defeated the monsters one after another, the Muggles brought by the warriors drank the potion and entered into the operation of this ritual magic with the warriors, the magical power he could leverage would become more and more powerful. powerful.

These are enough to protect him from the schemes of the old bees.

"I'll have fun with you~"

...

"Impossible, you can't appear here, Dumbledore is here, Anton is here, and there are so many masters of magic, you can't choose to appear at this time!"

"And you have been resurrected, and you have become the same as when you were young, appearing majestically!"

"And we are facing the monsters in the 'Monster Labyrinth' in this level!"

"I have a hunch! You're a Boggart, aren't you!"

Looking excitedly at the noseless Voldemort, Harry waved his wand vigorously, "Funny, funny!"

Immediately, a plasma-like spell of light erupted from the tip of his wand, shooting straight at Voldemort's chest.

The power of this spell is so great that it far exceeds the understanding of the spell 'funny funny' by ordinary people.

In the past, Harry couldn't do this at all.

It was Anton who gave them lessons, carefully explained the relationship between the inner power of the mind and the outside world, and used Boggart as an example to tell how to fight against inner fear, whether it is the Patronus Charm, the Spirit of Fear, or the magic of "funny". The most essential operating principle in the mantra.

In the words Anton explained, whether it's 'Tarantella Dance' or 'Grin Hula La', it can deal with Boggarts.

Harry still remembers what Anton said in the "Enhanced Advanced Course"-the Boggart can be used as a mirror, which reflects our inner fears and reflects the darkness in our hearts.

——So, if we use the Oblivion Curse to adjust our hearts, what effect will this Boggart have?

Oh, Harry didn't really understand that so-called advanced class, but he firmly remembered this sentence: Boggarts are a mirror of the heart.

This is also the secret of Professor Lupine's "funny" in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class. When casting magic, imagining what funny Boggarts will look like can make me laugh the most.

What else could it be!

Of course, Voldemort was covered in blood, his head was chopped off and he fell dead on the ground!

As the light of the spell disappeared, the head of Voldemort, who was transformed into a Boggart in front of him, snapped off and fell off.

Countless blood flowed from his wizard robe, from the neckline, from the sleeves, and from the hem of the wizard robe. The thick and viscous blood flowed slowly in all directions along the ground.

"Haha, my intuition was right, I did the right thing!"

Harry let out a cry of excitement, and was about to go forward to open the box and take out the potion for Uncle Vernon, but he stopped abruptly.

I saw that Boggart suddenly reached out to catch it, grabbed the fallen head, put it back on his neck with both hands, twisted his neck and shook it, and looked at Harry again.

"Nice funny spell, obviously you have a deep understanding of Boggarts."

Voldemort frowned slightly, and looked at Harry thoughtfully, "Anton taught you?"

Harry exclaimed, and staggered back a step in fear, almost being caught by a branch and falling, "You...why didn't you disappear!"

He didn't answer, but Voldemort also got the answer through "Instinct" and smiled slightly, "Is the Boggart the mirror of the soul? It's an interesting theory."

Rubbing the wand in his hand, he walked on the muddy ground of the forest with his pale bare feet, leaving bloody footprints one after another.

"However, as a student, I haven't done enough research. If you want to talk about the research on Boggarts, it must be me."

"I'm his Defense Against the Dark Arts professor!"

He glanced at Harry and his Muggle uncle who looked terrified in front of him, and for some reason suddenly lost interest in explaining.

Anton is not here, how can these people hear his subtleties in interpreting Boggarts from the perspective of Horcruxes, and how can they understand the power of his own ideas?

The only id, the Boggart, is not just a mirror-like reflection, it can be a picture frame, a container, a container for the demons in the heart.

And he, Voldemort, is the devil living in Harry Potter's heart.

ha~

Such a powerful technique, I am afraid that in this world, Anton is the only one who can exclaim from the bottom of his heart after hearing it...

Voldemort looked down at his body. At this moment, Harry's magic was affecting his Boggart's body, and the blood was flowing out crazily as if he didn't want money.

"Tsk tsk tsk..."

"Harry, it's not enough for you to drink so much of my blood, and you want some more?"

These words seemed to have magical powers, and the influence of the Confusion Curse in Harry's mind suddenly disappeared, and all the memories of being with Sirius in the past flooded out.

That's the picture of Sirius making him a juice drink, that's the picture of Bellatrix Lestrange sneering at him while stirring a cauldron with a femur bone, and that's the picture of Klee the house-elf The scene of Che casting a spell on him is the scene of him drinking while toasting and laughing with Sirius...

Everything, overlapping with the confused memories in my mind, is twisted so that it makes people headache and twists people's stomach.

"!!!"

His eyes widened involuntarily, and he felt hairy in his stomach, and suddenly retched.

"you you……"

"That's right!" Voldemort stretched his hands slightly, "Horcruxes can no longer satisfy my exploration of life. Not only have I made progress in my soul, but I have also found some help in my blood."

It's a pity that Anton is also not there, and these words are destined to play the piano to the cow again.

Voldemort could only chuckle at Harry maliciously, "Hey hey hey..."

"It's interesting, you unknowingly devoured a whole body of Voldemort!"

"Ugh~" Harry broke down completely, and couldn't help throwing up any longer.

At this moment, a figure slowly came out from the shadow of the forest, it was Professor Sirius who was in charge of the safety of this area.

Sirius chuckled, and slowly turned into Little Barty amidst Harry's desperate expression.

"Tsk~"

Voldemort glanced at little Barty and chuckled, "Anton is indeed better than me in body transfiguration, thinking that he can make little Barty sleep in Sirius' body completely, oh, he could have done it. "

"The only omission is that he didn't know that Voldemort in Harry Potter is no longer a soul fragment, but a state between a wandering spirit and a soul resurrected in Harry Potter through a resurrection ceremony designed by myself. of myself."

"Of course, I felt a force helping to hide this information from Anton. I guess it must be Dumbledore. Hehehehe, I know my professor too well."

"Concealing the information that I was resurrected in your body and can use your body to cast spells on Sirius, hehehehe..."

"Skilled in calculating, promoting the general trend, huh~"

"So I prepared him a present, a younger version of myself with most of my magical memories."

"Hey hey hey, let me guess, what was Dumbledore's expression when he saw the picture of the young me holding the old wand?"

"It's a pity that I didn't get to see it."

Voldemort's arm slowly raised, and with a light wave of the wand held in his hand, a big tree behind Harry suddenly transformed into a weird sculpture with huge wings and wearing a wizard's robe.

The sculpture is holding a huge death scythe with a long spike on its chest.

"Ha~ Rui~~ Pote!"

Voldemort's face was full of pride, "Let us also start our ritual magic, I will be completely reborn from your body, and get a completely complete self."

"At the same time, I have also taken a fancy to the magic of blood relatives on you. That is the magic of love that I need most. It will make me extremely powerful."

"Far stronger than Dumbledore!"

"certainly……"

Voldemort looked at the sky above the gap in the treetops, "If my young self happens to die, then I can gain more power, that is the most interesting ancient ritual magic of 'sacrificing oneself' .”

"I hope my dear student can help me meet the conditions of the ceremony, hehehehe...I know, Anton will definitely want to kill Tom Riddle, I know this too well."

"I have to give them a chance~"

Saying that, Voldemort turned to look at Barty Jr.

Little Barty's eyes were full of madness, he stuck out his tongue excitedly, bent down and performed an ancient pure-blood family's wizard etiquette to Voldemort, pulled out his wand and pointed at the sky.

Boom~

A cursed light with black smoke exploded in the sky, turning into a huge skull, opened its mouth, and a snake swam out.

The Dark Mark blooms.

"So……"

"Games start!"

Voldemort gracefully shook the wand in his hand, and Harry flew towards the statue behind him as if hit by a large truck, and a sharp spike shone in the direction of his heart.