The Grey Wizard of Hogwarts

Any sand blown by the wind must have traces.

Every road that people walk on must have footprints.

And this is the meaning of time.

The fairy Pedro, the 'time and memory traveler and collector' once said that without memory, time would cease to exist.

As long as this old goblin lived long enough, all the life forms in that era disappeared, and when that history was completely buried by the long river of time, the memory in his mind was the only anchor for exploring the ancient goblin era.

This is the meaning of his life.

Different people have different understandings of time, and the long river of time is too magical to support the interpretation of any powerful wizard.

In Anton's eyes, time is the sea of ​​subconscious memories of countless people.

This sea holds all real, emotionless memories, no up and down, no time, no time.

It is not so easy to change the memory of such a sea, to try to create a false memory, and to create a false "fact".

The so-called forced correction of time is actually an ability of this huge memory to correct itself.

When the logic goes wrong, it will always make a deduction on its own and smooth out the error again.

Yes, if you think so!

Then time and memory must be a huge natural magic!

In the face of magic, Anton habitually opened the "Eyes of Magic" and "Eyes of Grindelwald" to observe and explore magic.

In the process of the time-turner taking him and the wurm to the past, he miraculously found that the wurm's soul became fluffy.

The body originally composed of countless colored line patterns has become countless black lines, and the combination of these lines has become less tight, and it is in an erratic feeling.

"?"

Anton blinked, there was always a glimmer of enlightenment in his mind that he couldn't grasp.

"Suddenly it feels like the time-turner and the Horcrux have something magical in common."

But what is it, with his current knowledge reserve, it is still too early to find out. Being able to release a life-threatening spell half a meter thick doesn't mean that he really has gone so far on the magic road.

In the words of Mr. Voldemort, Anton's technique on the life-suppressing spell was too rough.

Think Horcruxes...

Anton looked at Voldemort and Dumbledore's Horcruxes again.

"!

! "

His eyes widened instantly, goosebumps exploded all over his body, and he felt like his whole soul was about to burst.

Fog grass!

What did he see!

Dumbledore is okay to say that it is a black ball of thread, and this is directly passed.

The wreckage of Tom's Horcrux, the black line was completely stretched out, and it was tiled into a pattern similar to a big tree.

Anton even saw familiar magic spells on many branches. Yes, although it was different from the magic image, it was a magic spell, and he would never admit it wrong.

A finer magic image made of black lines of the soul!

Floating Spell!

Apparition!

Iron Armor!

Cruciatus!

…

It's amazing, in the process of time travel, this interesting picture appears in front of me.

Anton instantly thought of Lao Fu's paper on changing the structure of the soul, the most important weight that Lao Fu could come up with, which detailed how to change a wizard's soul.

Altering souls, Squibs can possess the ability of wizards to unleash magic.

By changing the soul, the wizard can have the ability to transform into a werewolf.

So, what exactly has changed?

Anton followed the route of the black line, all the way back to the root of the entire tree image, where there is a broken soul.

At the very center of the soul, three colorful black lines criss-crossed, forming a pattern of the symbol of the Three Hallows of Death.

ps: figure.

And all the magic black lines extend from this pattern.

"Does this represent magical ability?" Anton suddenly had a clear understanding. Maybe ordinary Muggles lack this structure in their souls, so they can't release magic, even Squibs!

In an instant, Anton thought of the dark green cracks on Filch's body.

On it, there is also a picture of the Three Hallows of Death logo, but it is more obscure, hidden in the traces that belong to Voldemort's shape. Obviously, this is a further development of abilities.

Looking closely, Anton also found a very unique black line.

A looming dark red, almost black line, yes, there are not many colors in the black line of the soul, just these four.

This dark red line is gently wrapped around the Three Holy Artifacts of Death, dyeing its own magic power with different colors.

What does this one do?

When Fu Ling was in his heart, Anton quickly took out the snuff box, took out a small bottle of Fu Ling and drank it, and then took out the magic stone from it.

Nicole Lemay's Philosopher's Stone, the pinnacle of alchemy and magic creation in the wizarding world, the only treasure left in the world.

If you don't talk about the Three Hallows of Death, this may be the most powerful magic item in the wizarding world.

The magical magic surged, and Anton quickly looked at other things.

First is Asia

Dear, this chapter is not over, there is another page ^0^Dragon Seed, this little cutie who has already drawn a complete magical image by him, shows another appearance at the moment when the black line of the soul is fluffy.

The little soul stretched out a group of extremely complex magic images, which looked like a huge magic circle.

This should be the animal instinct curse.

Along these lines all the way to the very beginning, Anton was surprised to find that it was another sign of the Three Hallows of Death, but the dark red line was missing.

"Exclusive to wizards?"

Anton blinked and looked at Dumbledore again...

Lao Deng blinked and smiled, "It seems that you have discovered the essence of a wizard."

"!

! "

Anton took a breath and tactically leaned back.

God~

I am so surprised.

You are alive and you can speak!

Oh, yes, this Horcrux was originally alive.

In the white light, Dumbledore's black line also appeared. Obviously, Lao Deng let go of his guard, and Kang let Anton observe the origin of his soul.

On Dumbledore's Three Hallows logo, there are actually two lines, one golden red and the other dark red.

"Although I don't want to say that pure blood is supreme..." Lao Deng's voice sounded faintly beside An Dong's ear, "but this is actually the blood of a wizard."

"Pure blood naturally has more talents on the road of magic. The purer the blood, the more magical the talents."

"Have you seen the golden red? Every Dumbledore member will be accompanied by the Phoenix Phoenix. This is one of the interesting effects brought by the bloodline."

As he said that, he pointed to the dark red line on Tom's wreckage, and saw a nearly invisible pitch-black line suddenly appeared. "Slytherin's bloodline is born with an old tongue for snakes. They have an extremely wonderful fate with snakes."

Dumbledore smiled slightly.

"There are too few people in pure-blood families, and consanguineous marriages eventually led to the increase of low-minded children. We, the International Federation of Wizards, thought this was a sign of the decline of the wizard's bloodline."

"The interesting part is..."

"Mixed-blood wizards gradually began to show their natural talents. Although no one in this field has made an in-depth research paper on this, we all know that in the new era of hybrids, new wizards will appear. noble."

Anton blinked, "Mixed blood works miracles, I know."

But it's none of his business.

He can't be bothered to pay attention to the memorabilia of the development of the wizarding world, and he is more focused on his magical path.

Under the observation of 'Magic Eye' and 'Grindelwald Eye', his vision turned to his soul, and Anton raised his eyebrows.

The black lines of his own soul are simply messed up.

It's like a child scribbling, using a black pen to scribble randomly on a piece of white paper, without seeing any pattern.

Do not.

There are still some.

The black line pattern of a 'ray of sunshine' spell was twisted into a platinum-gold twisted rope, and countless black lines stretched out to attract all the spells, as if to connect them together.

Hugh~

Finally, it seemed like a long time, but in fact it was just a moment, Anton traveled through time and quietly descended into a snowy valley.

He didn't move, just kept holding the Philosopher's Stone, squinting and thinking about something.

"Phoenix Phoenix?"

"snake?"

"Sunlight?"

"…"

An Dong burst out with an extremely happy laughter, laughing so much that he leaned forward and back, "I know, I know!"

"This 'ray of sunshine' is not the 'spell seat' that the old wizard said!"

"And this 'magic slot' is actually the blood of a wizard!"

"The so-called pure blood, the so-called mixed blood, the so-called magical animals are born with talent, but it is just a 'spell slot' attached to the soul!"

"No wonder the old wizard broke down his body and couldn't even drink a drop of potion."

"It turns out that his bloodline system is about to collapse!"

"Also, the so-called wolf venom is actually a failed product of the ancient wizards when they studied blood. In an attempt to rely on this simple wolf venom, the wizard will have a snake-like voice similar to Slytherin and Dumbledore. The phoenix affinity?"

Anton raised his right hand, tilted his head and watched the arm flip, "Although I still don't know how to make the spell position completely become the blood of the wizard."

"but…"

"Wizards are essentially not the same species as Muggles, so they are magical creatures."

"So, the bloodline can be a magic image, and the bloodline can be the black thread of the soul..."

"Yes, it must be so." He murmured, "I grew the dragon skin belonging to the fire dragon according to the magical image of the sub-dragon species!"

"This…"

"It must be convertible!"

Peng!

In just an instant, Anton's arm above his elbow disappeared without a trace.

Instead, there are twisting black lines of the soul. As the mind surges, the black lines rapidly change in different magical images.

Raising his arm, the black line his forearm turned into twisted and rushed towards the sky, submerging into nothingness, as if connected to the sky.

Just a moment, UU reading www.uukanshu.com snow in the sky

Dear, this chapter is not over, there is another page ^0^ The clouds dissipate and the sun shines down.

"Tsk~"

Anton's eyes returned to normal vision, and he raised his eyebrows, "Ness!"

I saw my fingers pointed at the sky with a strange shape, and cast a weather spell without a stick.

And this strange shape has a corresponding pattern in ancient runes.

"Sunlight!"

It has the meaning of Vientiane update, sunny weather, scorching sun and so on.

if it is like this…

Anton looked at the wand in his hand with a smile. This kind of magical wood and magic wand core of magical animals is definitely another interesting exploration.

Dear, this chapter is over, I wish you a happy reading! ^0^