Chapter 1082 Forerunners Are Destined Not to Be Alone

"Huh?" Anton withdrew his hand holding the wand, raised his eyebrows, "Old Si is awesome!"

Idols are worthy of being idols, but they have touched the realm of life.

Oh, it seems that from the very beginning, from the first private potions lesson taught to Anton, Snape's theory seems to have continued to explore the direction of the field of life.

The theory of soul, blood, and actual body.

Inexplicably, Anton suddenly noticed that this big man who had shown a talent in potions far beyond ordinary people when he was a student, didn't seem to have stagnated over the years, he was just immersed in the most difficult and cutting-edge field and couldn't extricate himself.

Maybe he just wanted to resurrect Lily in the first place?

But in any case, with the arrival of Anton, the time traveler, Lao Si, the idol, has finally taken that step and reached the realm of life he wanted to reach.

Anton could feel that those wizards and Muggles walking in the silver forest leading to the veil were not just souls.

The most awesome thing Lao Si did was not to retain these souls.

In the forest made of silver light, all the 'traces' of their love and hatred for the world, their love and hatred for this world, or their spirituality, still remain.

The blood turned into reality, or the heart in the symbolic sense of ritual magic, beats in their souls.

If you just look at it with the naked eye, you can see that in the silver forest, among the pale soul phantoms of all those people, there is a beating heart, and countless life qi are running in a complex and natural way.

"How did he do it!!!" Grindelwald and Dumbledore were stunned.

To be honest, they really didn't take Severus Snape very seriously before. This is not an element that needs to be carefully considered when playing chess.

But now, looking at the scene in front of them, they were really shocked.

"From a spiritual point of view..." Anton didn't know what he was thinking of, and he chuckled, "You know, when there are still people in the world who miss a person and record such a person, his It’s not a complete death, it’s just going to the world of dead souls.”

"Only being completely forgotten, his memory will no longer have a place in the long river of time, and he will no longer have the power to pull each other and maintain his own existence in the long river of spirituality, so he will completely disappear."

"A magic similar to love." Anton gave the answer.

"The magic of love?" Grindelwald raised his eyebrows, still not quite understanding, "It's not like, we all know that the full name of this magic is 'Love and Sacrifice', what is needed is someone to sacrifice for love, to pay The price. But I don't see the kid Snape paying the price."

"No, no, it's not from this angle." Anton looked at the silver forest in amazement, "It's other people's love for this person, even hate, etc. In short, it's how we feel the world The spirituality of all creatures is involved in our emotions, will, memory, thinking, time and traces, and we will have the meaning of existence, so we exist."

"Tsk~" Grindelwald finally understood, "That is to say, if someone is not cared about by anyone, Snape's magic can't bring them back from death at all!"

"Yes!" Anton looked up at the vague curtain in the sky, and said with emotion, "I saw that some people didn't stop and walked into the curtain. Isn't it normal? No one I care about them, they already have no point in surviving."

"I don't think so." Grindelwald pouted, "We live for ourselves, not for others."

Dumbledore pursed his lips, "Actually, some people really live for others."

He looked at Snape floating above the silver forest with admiration, his eyes were filled with approval and the joy of seeing a powerful wizard, and he turned to Anton happily, "Why did you understand the West so quickly?" Forrest's magic?"

"That's right!" Grindelwald also reacted, and looked at Anton incredulously, "I think although you have become powerful, you won't surpass us old guys by so much, right?"

"Quack quack..."

Anton beamed with joy, "Because of the magic theory of "Wizards are Gods", I have spread it. As long as others develop any magic according to this theory, I can easily understand it."

Grindelwald clicked his tongue.

Dumbledore smiled, "Child, you deserve this. The forerunners are destined not to be alone."

"That's right, quack quack..." Anton shook his head in embarrassment.

Following Snape's casting of the spell, the silver forest extending from the veil spread straight towards the ground, or in other words, towards the real world.

Accompanied by a series of compound spells such as 'resurrection', 'restore to original' and so on, everyone is gradually returning to their appearance before the nuclear bomb exploded.

Even a stain on the clothes on his body has recovered.

It's like going back in time.

Of course, such a miraculous scene, the Dark Lord Voldemort and Mr. Riddle Speaker, did not have the chance to see it.

The Dark Lord seemed to be a little stressed by the nuclear bomb. Feeling the aura of the nuclear explosion for a while, he tried his best to Apparate away from the spot as fast as possible.

Quack quack...

Obviously, during the last nuclear explosion, he was so disgusted by Anton's magic that he had a psychological shadow.

"I……"

"Alive?"

'Old Batty' looked in disbelief at everything destroyed by the nuclear explosion around him, as well as his own hands with real touch.

He just got nauseous! Even terrified!

Yes, he was a lunatic who wasn't even afraid of death, but he found out that his soul was the image of his father, old Barty.

He already knew that after drinking the 'compound potion' and dying, his corpse would still maintain its deformed appearance. That's how his mother replaced him from Azkaban Prison.

But he did not expect that after death, the soul turned out to be his father.

He even began to become distorted in his heart, feeling in horror that he was gradually becoming the real old Barty, and countless desires for power began to surge in his heart.

It was an extremely cold feeling, without any sense of humanity anymore.

Yes, he'd always known that his father, Barty Sr., couldn't even be called a human being, and there was no one more suitable to be described as a 'political creature'.

Even old Batty's memories were starting to fill his head, it was so disgusting. There is no nostalgia for the dead wife, only thinking about how to continue to combine with the interests of the pure-blooded family behind her after losing her wife.

That's why he hates his father so much, he loves his mother so much, but he has no feelings for that politician at all.

Yes, just disgusted.

And he almost completely turned into that disgusting person and completely lost himself.

Little Barty even began to think about the mother who didn't want to leave her father but always felt cold and eventually depressed to the point of suffocation and longing for death. Did she become herself after going to the world of dead souls?

In other words, she will tolerate everything about herself, and there are two kinds of memories at the same time, but they will not be so contradictory, and exist in a state of tolerance.

he does not know.

Little Barty was a little confused, and now he especially wanted to get out of the effect of the 'Compound Potion' and restore his appearance.

But now is obviously not the best time, he looked left and right, surrounded by countless Aurors, and finally chose to continue to endure.

Seeing that everyone was amazed at the sudden appearance of Snape, he quickly greeted the Auror behind him, "Catch that Crabbe, he just killed everyone, in the most evil way!"

Crabbe wasn't feeling well at the moment.

After he had just entered the realm of death, he suddenly felt that his entire memory had been distorted, and countless chaotic information had entered his distorted thinking, and the emotions and thoughts produced made him feel so uncomfortable.

It feels as if there is a dull volcano in my heart, which may erupt at any time.