Chapter 915 The Rose That Grows on the Soul

In this world, every soul is so complicated that even if one can really see the side of the soul constructed by the black line of the soul on the level of the magic power image, even if it can be surveyed and collected, it is still difficult for people to analyze every detail of its operation. .

Anton was in the midst of a large-scale ritual magic, feeling more than a thousand contestants, more than a thousand Boggarts, thousands of Muggle participants, hundreds of wizards and wizards composed of security personnel and members of the event organizer , and countless gazes gathered through the magic mirror.

In this collective consciousness gathered by intelligent beings, everyone is so brilliant and complex, interacting and influencing each other, it is as gorgeous as a wonderful cosmic galaxy map.

Only in such a vision can one truly feel the greatness of life itself, no matter how high or low it is.

Dumbledore's spiritual light is no more noble than Petunia Dursley, yes, no, everyone's mind is so complex and special, and it is equally great at the level of life existence.

We are all the most complex and wonderful species on this planet - human beings.

The biggest difference between Muggles and wizards is that wizards themselves can leverage magic power, using their own spiritual power to leverage magic power. At the same time, a part of their hearts is also pushed to extremes by the influence of magic.

Yes, a wizard is a kind of mind twisted and extreme existence.

They rely on magic power and are also affected by magic power, amplifying and amplifying a certain part of their hearts.

When the memory that represents time lingers, when emotions become extreme, when the will turns into obsession, the wizard becomes stronger and more unable to get out.

Feeling the death of a very special Boggart who seems to be infused with spirituality in a unique way, watching Harry Potter yelling, Tom Riddle laughing wildly, and Dumbledore's heart suddenly lit up The light, Anton pouted, and quietly left the place.

Appeared beside Vernon Dursley silently, with a strange expression watching Sirius holding Snape and crying as if his wife had died, with snot and tears.

"..."

It's outrageous!

Everything here looks extremely outrageous!

Anton can feel that a wonderful and unique ritual magic has been faintly built here, which is built on top of his own ritual magic and fitted in like a jigsaw puzzle.

That familiar smell...

"Professor Voldemort?"

"And he secretly learned my technique?"

Anton gently shook the wand in his hand with a weird face, feeling the ritual magic with a little bit of breath, and had to give Lao Fu a big shout——666.

Good guy, he actually felt several extremely powerful things in Lao Fu's ritual magic.

Lily Evans' Love Is Magic.

Prophetic magic about Harry Potter and Voldemort.

Dumbledore's heart magic, Grindelwald's fate magic...

There is also the kind of life magic technique that is similar to "Mother Tom's Embrace" that extends to "Horcrux"...

What is the gold content of "the scariest dark wizard ever"?

What is the gold content of the Dark Lord who is afraid to call him by his name even after death?

This is!

In terms of the construction of ritual magic, Lao Fu took a completely different direction from himself. He is more inclined to the interaction between people, people and the environment, and people and society. He seems to pay more attention to the choice of "calling around all his variables".

Under this ritual magic, Lao Fu seemed to be transformed into an extremely unique 'puzzle' in the dimension of life.

Yes, Anton can more or less feel the road that Lao Fu is heading towards in the research of "horcruxes", and he has a bit of a "puzzle" idea inexplicably.

Perhaps this has something to do with his experience of possessing Professor Quirrell and Barty Jr.'s rune snake Animagus.

Anton even thought that Lao Fu secretly studied the characteristics of his "twin soul" at the beginning, and maybe he had figured out something from it.

Twin Souls... Possession... Polyhedral Rune Snake Animagus... Jigsaw Puzzle...

666 ah.

Anton's expression narrowed, and he licked the corner of his mouth, "If I pull him out of this ritual magic at this time, resurrect him alone, and make everything come to naught, will he jump in anger?"

"Quack quack..."

"That's too bad!"

Or……

If Anton ran to kill Harry Potter who specifically carried this ritual magic now, Voldemort's current so-called 'puzzle' state would definitely be dragged towards annihilation by this ritual magic.

tut tut~

The old Fu Yi is so bold, he played so lavishly and thoroughly.

Isn't it just that Dumbledore will never let Harry Potter die at this time.

But if he killed Harry himself and resurrected Harry, this old Vuk would be completely finished.

"!!!"

Thinking of this, Anton blinked and smacked his mouth.

"Good guy, Lao Fu thinks I'm reluctant to kill him? Thinks I have feelings for this dear professor? Are you sure I won't do that?"

like……

Really.

Anton opened and closed his mouth, cursing silently. All of them, whether it was Voldemort or Dumbledore, almost figured themselves out, and tried to use their emotional character desperately.

"Shit! It's all shit!"

Anton cursed angrily, but put down the wand in his hand, and didn't do anything extra.

After all, what he pursues is the splendor and splendor of life, and he feels from the bottom of his heart that the world would be somewhat eclipsed if there were no figures like Voldemort.

Not exciting enough.

"Ah~~~"

Suddenly there was a wailing sound.

Sirius hugged Snape tightly, raised his head and roared angrily, with a lot of resentment and pain in his voice.

That was all that fate had imposed on him.

"why why……"

Sirius murmured feebly, raised his head, and burst into tears.

He knew that the dead were dead, and the battle of the living was not over yet, so he couldn't become weak because of this, he had to be strong, for Harry, for everything.

he……

He blinked, and was stunned to see a head poking up from above, a pair of curious eyes staring at him.

"An...Anthony?"

Anton grinned brighter than the sun in the sky, "Professor Sirius, are you sad for the death of Professor Snape? Oh, if so, Professor Snape must be very happy."

The corners of Sirius' eyes twitched, the resentment on his face disappeared instantly, and he looked at Anton fiercely, "What do you know!!!"

"Professor Snape died for you!"

"Anthony, I didn't expect you to be such a person. You can still laugh when Severus is dead!"

Anton leaned back slightly, "But Professor Snape is not dead?"

"???!!!!!!"

Sirius' expression froze immediately, as if he had touched dog poop or a snot, he quickly pushed Professor Snape away in his arms, and took a few steps back with both hands and feet.

"You... what did you say!"

Shocked for ten thousand years!

Anton shrugged, "Look, Professor Snape seems to have lost his breath, he looks like a corpse, but he's really not dead."

"We can't define death in Muggle terms."

"It's like those wizards who failed to apparate, their heads fell off, and they came back to life simply by applying white moss."

"I know the Cruciatus Curse too well. It can't really kill a person completely."

"It just lulls the soul into the deepest slumber, which is a self-defensive property of the human soul."

"Of course, for the human body, it is indeed dead after being tortured by the Cruciatus Curse for a long time."

Anton spread his hands, "But for us wizards, the soul remains and the body dies, which is not a big deal."

This point really wasn't researched by Anton himself. Only the research of the Cruciatus Curse can be called in-depth by the old wizard Fiennes.

He once explained this truth to Anton with a smile full of malice-those so-called people who were killed by the Cruciatus Curse actually didn't die at all. Only after being buried in the tomb and the body completely decomposes can one truly die.

Too cruel, isn't it?

Quack quack, but he just won't say it!

"Severus... isn't dead?" Sirius opened his mouth wide in disbelief.

Anton nodded sincerely, "Yes."

"Then hurry up and save him!" Sirius couldn't help showing a bright smile on his face, smiling so happily, "Quickly, hurry up and save Severus! Quickly!"

Anton turned his head to look at Snape on the ground, and sighed slightly.

Snape was indeed not dead, and he hadn't reached the point where he could use resurrection.

But did Snape himself really want to wake up?

In the gloomy gaze of his azure blue eyes, reflected in the lake of mind, a delicate and strange rose grew on the chest of Snape's soul, which was exaggerated and psychedelic.