The Grey Wizard of Hogwarts

In the headmaster's office, Dumbledore found a box from the bookshelf. It was bronze and covered with quirky patterns of gray and silver. It was square and almost the size of a human head.

He looked at it with some nostalgia, gently wiped the dust on it, and placed it on the desk.

The wand lightly tapped, the magic light flickered, and the box stretched out naturally, revealing an eyeball inside.

An eyeball the size of a basketball.

"Grindelwald's eyes, this..."

Before Dumbledore finished speaking, Anton exclaimed, "Did you gouge out his eyes?"

"!!!!"

Dumbledore raised his tone in a rare excitement, "This is an alchemy item!"

"Oh." Anton breathed a sigh of relief.

Mommy~

In the wizarding world, sometimes many things can't be described with common sense, and it seems that it is not difficult to accept an eyeball out.

This eyeball looks like a crystal ball, and there is a thick black mist rolling inside, and from time to time there are blue electric lights flickering.

Lao Deng stroked his eyeballs and said with a smile, "Grindelwald is a prophet. He can always see some future pictures. In order to give me this wonderful ability, he made this eye."

He squeezed his eyes, showing a childlike mocking expression, "But he failed."

"This eye can't let people see the future, it can only search for the truth." Lao Deng raised his finger and said proudly, "Search for the truth in the depths of the soul."

He pointed to the chair opposite the desk and asked Anton to sit down.

Then his slender hands full of strange rings held his eyes and turned the direction, aiming the middle pupil at Anton.

"Looking at it, this thing is not so effective. You need to open your heart completely, just like looking in a mirror to find the acne on your face, longing to see the truth of your own soul."

"It's like looking in a mirror."

"I know you can do it. Your child's desire to explore is so pure."

Lao Deng spoke in a very subtle tone, but Anton could only see his own reflection in his pupils, nothing else.

The skin is fair and tender, moist and shiny, super handsome.

"These eyes seem useless."

"Don't pay attention to this eye anymore, look at yourself in the pupil..."

Boom!

There was a silent explosion, as if the whole world suddenly exploded. Anton's vision quickly shuttled, and everything he saw was full of colorful fog.

to the deepest.

A strange image appeared in front of Anton.

A soul that looks translucent black, Anton recognizes, that's what he looks like now.

Countless black lines are connected to another soul, a soul that is twisted and can hardly see the human form.

It's just that the soul was cracked by countless cracks, and countless electric lights extended from the cracks, which made this soul twist in pain and wailed - this soul seemed to be torn into a thick fog at any time.

"Hey, you have two souls in your body." Dumbledore's figure appeared beside him, looking at the image curiously, "It looks like twins, but unfortunately your connection is not completely broken, it is with you shared a body."

Anton pursed his lips, did not answer, just looked at the twisted soul inexplicably.

Dumbledore exclaimed, "Your twin brothers live in your body, and it seems that no intelligence was born. The wonders of this world are always endless, and all kinds of coincidences will always create each individual's talent."

"Because of this unconscious soul, your dealing with the spell against the soul is equivalent to adding a shield. Your achievements in transfiguration also stem from its instability."

Anton looked at the soul silently, and finally sighed.

"Is there a way to cut off the connection between us, so that he can completely go to the world of the dead?"

Dumbledore looked at him in surprise, "If this is the case, you will completely lose these talents, the talents of transformation, the talents of resisting the attack of the soul."

Anton shook his head, "I owe him, right, I stole his body, I also used him as a shield, and used his torn characteristics to achieve the talent of transformation."

"He looks so miserable, I don't like it."

"I don't want to owe him this. I'd rather become an ordinary person than see him in so much pain."

Dumbledore smiled and patted Anton's shoulder lightly, "You have a quality that most people don't have."

"No regrets?"

"No regrets!"

"You really don't regret it?"

"Old man, are you bothered? I do regret it, but there is something to be done and something not to be done. If you have the ability, can you do me a favor?"

Dumbledore shrugged, "I do have a way to do it. They all call me the greatest white wizard of this century. I have a way too."

Saying that, she winked her eyes mischievously.

He looked at Anton seriously, "Many times, good people will say that if they can become ordinary, it may be very good. But they don't know the pain of ordinary people, those people only hope that they Even if it's a little bit better, I'll be thankful."

Anton looked at Dumbledore lightly, "Trust me, I know how ordinary it feels. If you talk so much, I'll really regret it."

Taking a deep breath, "Go ahead!"

"As you wish." Dumbledore smiled. "If your talent becomes ordinary because of this, I will make it up to you. After all, I made it myself."

He raised his hand and gently stretched out his slender fingers.

"As you said, I won't be polite to you." Halfway through Anton's speech, his eyes suddenly widened.

I saw Lao Deng's fingers burst out with green magic spells, rushing towards the black line connecting the two souls, and with a gentle touch, several of them were broken.

He suddenly felt that the whole person became much more relaxed.

But that's not the point.

Anton stared at Dumbledore dumbfounded, "Arvada who casts spells without a stick, silent spells... eats a big melon?"

You poor old man used a curse to restrict my use of black magic, but you played it so smoothly?

It is cast without a stick, and it is a silent spell. Do you know that this is an unforgivable spell? ah?

Dumbledore smiled funny, "The scalpel of the soul, your invention, is very useful, isn't it?"

Yes Yes Yes.

you are awesome.

Anton rolled his eyes wordlessly.

"..."

"..."

With the disconnection of the black lines connecting them, Anton felt extremely comfortable. It was as if he was carrying dozens of bags of sand in sacks, but now he took away the bags, and the whole person became more relaxed.

Even, he had a feeling of wanting to control his body.

He raised his hand and looked a little surprised.

Anton was convinced that it would be very easy if he turned several fingers into werewolf fingers, viper tail and chameleon wings at the same time.

So, in fact, the soul that was about to be torn apart from the original body was actually cut open, but instead, I became more and more talented in deformation?

Is it the original soul that hinders your development?

Dumbledore's movements were quick, clean, precise and elegant, a perfect operation.

With the last light touch, the two souls were completely separated.

Then a miraculous scene appeared.

A translucent curtain that seems to exist as if it doesn't exist appears in mid-air~www.readwn.com~ It seems to be there forever, and it is only after death that you truly see it.

The unconscious soul began to drift towards the veil with a smile on its face, as if to say - hey, great, it's over.

"Deng... Dumbledore, have you seen it?" Anton was stunned.

"Unbelievable!" Dumbledore also had a shocked expression.

"So!" Anton grabbed Dumbledore's arm forcefully, pointing viciously at the soul drifting toward the curtain, "It's me who is being used as a shield. I've been subjected to countless curses in front of me. In the end, the whole soul is about to be torn apart?"

Dumbledore gave a hellish expression, "It looks like that."

"Quick, help me get rid of the restriction, I'm going to give him a life-suppressing spell!" An Dong was extremely angry.

Seeing that Dumbledore was unmoved, Anton drew out his wand angrily, "Arrow Curse!"

Huh, an arrow flew towards the soul.

He felt that the spell that he cast now became extraordinarily smooth and natural, and the power was significantly increased, but this made him even more unhappy.

Oh, so I was dragged down by this stuff before?

"It's all petrified!"

"Leave the rope!"

"Faithful Guardian!"

"Fire Elephant Charm!"

"..."

Dumbledore grabbed him from behind, "Calm down, kid, calm down, aren't you very aggressive? Don't be like that!"

"I'm so arrogant, I want him to die!"

Suddenly, An Dong rolled his eyes and passed out.

"Oops!" Dumbledore stared at the almost disfigured soul, "Your soul doesn't look good!"