Chapter 1097 Spirituality

The hut does not ask Hermione to like or hate Voldemort, everyone has their own freedom.

This is the most basic attitude.

Hannah would only help Neville and his friends whose fathers were members of the Order of the Phoenix analyze the pros and cons, but she didn't make any tough demands.

This made Hermione feel a lot easier.

Yes, she even felt that the whole person's steps were so much lighter.

It's a funny thing, when she's with Harry she's always obsessed with killing Voldemort, when she's with Draco she's always about climbing.

But when she decided to let go of all this and seek her own strength in magic, she suddenly and quickly felt that this was herself.

She was a proud Hermione Granger, how could she be content to look up to so many little friends walking towards a brighter sea of ​​stars, while she herself felt sorry for herself in place.

Hermione decided to visit Harry to express her dedication to justice.

But she soon sees...

"Harry?" Hermione stared wide-eyed at the figure following Goyle and Crabbe.

Harry looked at her, and twitched the corners of his mouth, "It's very lucky, because Professor Snape saved me and helped me treat the sequelae, so I won't lose everything because of the magic of hatred."

"And then?" Hermione looked at Harry anxiously, "And now you're going to help Voldemort instead?"

Harry nodded lightly, "Professor Snape was also there when Goyle came over just now. He suggested that I come over and take a good look at the magical effect produced by the 'Magic of Love' and the 'Magic of Hate' together."

"What do you mean?" Hermione frowned, and was surprised to find that there were times when she couldn't understand what Harry was saying.

"He stole the magic of love my mother gave me, and was experiencing backlash..." Harry tried hard to recall what Professor Snape had just told, "and then my 'magic of hatred' just pushed the backlash strength."

"Professor Snape said that when they were discussing at the Academy of Magic, Mr. Grindelwald thought it was the influence of fate, and it was the joint relationship brought about by Goyle's promotion of fate."

Harry spread his hands, "To be honest, I don't understand either."

"But I probably know..." Harry said excitedly, "Maybe I have a way to kill Voldemort completely, and that's the way to start, the magic of love and hatred!"

Hermione was keenly aware of Harry's change in addressing Professor Snape. Harry used to call him 'Snape', but now he called him 'Professor Snape'.

But she didn't care about it, she just whispered thoughtfully, "That is to say, you found the key to kill Voldemort?"

Harry nodded, "Yes, according to Anton's teaching, the three stages of 'learning, mastering, and controlling', I have just reached the level of 'learning' for 'magic of hatred', but for 'magic of love' I don’t even understand it at all.”

He looked at Hermione seriously, "I want to help, Professor Snape thinks this is my chance to feel the 'magic of love' well, because of my unique connection with Voldemort."

Hermione thought everything was ridiculous.

Voldemort thought it was fucked up.

Why is it shameful for him to call Bella's name affectionately in front of the students, and now more and more people come to help.

And it even filled with so many of his enemies.

Oh~

It seems that he has a lot of enemies.

Can……

At this time, he still had to act as if he didn't see it. As long as he thought that this was a ritual magic used to save Bella, he never had the courage to draw out his wand to kill the enemies in front of him.

In case it affects the resurrection ceremony...

Yes, he has never felt this way before, that there is such a person who occupies a position in his heart that is more important than some of his thoughts.

So much more.

So much that he was a little worried about gains and losses.

But finally, with the help of so many people, the altar needed for the ritual magic was finally built. Crystal balls were placed on a small stand, and countless white and red ribbons connected each stand.

As Anton snapped his fingers, countless candles floated up and lit the candles.

The candle flame seemed to have no light, and in the dark interior of the lunar station, it could not provide better brightness for the line of sight.

But those candlelights are so gorgeous, flickering and flickering, inside the crystal ball.

As these crystal balls light up, everything around them darkens as if being swallowed by the light.

It is within reach, like a bright galaxy.

On the round platform in the middle of the crystal ball, Anton waved his wand lightly, as if he was outlining something, and ordered softly.

"Draco, hold up the bottle of blood in your hand, Bella is your aunt, and you will be called as a blood relative."

"Neville, raise the dagger in your hand. Bella is your parents' enemy, and you will be a symbol of hatred."

"Harry, hold up the ball of thread in your hand, you will represent the entanglement with Bella."

"..."

What Anton has mastered is mostly the innovations learned from the past. When people observe his operations carefully, they can always find familiar traces.

But as Grindelwald joked, "You can understand it, but you can't do it."

Anton has already gone very far along the road traveled by his predecessors.

He even had insight into everything, arranging the arrangements casually according to the people who came to help, exquisite but so relaxed.

In the final step of the ritual magic, Goyle walked onto the platform holding the egg of a gigantic magical animal.

What he represents is that as the source of destiny, he decides to give the person he affects to have a chance to survive.

And this egg is an attempt by George and Fred to breed magical animals on the lunar side.

An egg about a jumbo-sized Pedigree.

For the vitality of this giant creature.

Twins have obviously reached a very deep level in the field of magical animal breeding, and are no longer limited to the ordinary way of two small animals interbreeding.

It is said that it is based on an ancient wizard story. There was a village that was sterilized for unknown reasons. An old wizard passing by told the villagers that as long as the first baby is born in this village, it will represent the possibility of life continuation in the village. After that the village will no longer have difficulty giving birth.

The twins obviously took this into consideration.

And it was a chicken thief who contributed this giant egg in this ritual magic.

Because, with Anton resurrecting Bella, the magical animals normally bred by this giant egg will have the best survivability on the moon.

It sounds outrageous.

But it's magical.

This resurrection ceremony not only combined Voldemort's ritual resurrection technique, the old wizard Fiennes' life resurrection technique, but also the method of the Patronus Charm studied by Snape.

Anton gently waved the wand in his hand, and tapped the giant egg in front of him.

As the wand touched the giant egg, the giant egg suddenly burst into a crystal light.

The rays of light are full of colors, reflecting each other with every crystal ball around.

Everyone present seemed to see an endless galaxy, oh, or the ocean.

Spiritual ocean.

This is obviously an extremely rare opportunity. No one has ever been able to touch spirituality, the lowest level of life, so easily.

The situation that made Voldemort feel embarrassed did not happen. With the light of this galaxy, every little friend has walked into the long river of spirituality.

Anton took the wizard robe from Anna's hand from under the round platform, and handed it to Voldemort, "You just need to call Bella to this giant egg, and when her spirituality breeds a new life here, it will naturally break. out of the shell."

"The rest is nothing to do with me."

With that said, he turned around and jumped off the round platform.

Voldemort froze for a moment, looked in Anton's direction, but could only see an endless sea of ​​colorful lights.

He opened his mouth, and finally stared blankly at the fluorescent dome in front of him, and said softly, "Bella?"

"Bella?"

"Bella..."

Anton looked back at Voldemort, then exchanged glances with Anna beside him, shrugged, "Let's go, this is a rare opportunity, we have to experience the magic of the long river of spirituality."

"I guess the so-called resurrection stone among the three holy artifacts of death is related to this level, pulling people out of the long river of spirituality, rather than summoning them from the world of dead souls."

"There is also the possibility that Harry should confront Voldemort in history, and the parents who were summoned due to emotional, bloodline and other problems are also a possibility of awakening spiritual life."

"Continue to study along this line of thought..."

"I'm curious, the little wizard's magical riots in childhood seem to have something to do with spirituality."

Anna smiled slightly, holding Anton's hand, "Is it for the magic riot of the moon, or for the magic awakening of the Muggles on Earth?"

Anton chuckled, "No, I want both!"

Saying that, there was no longer the image of the moon station ritual magic in front of the two of them, only the bright spiritual galaxy remained.

Spirituality, which runs across the level of living beings, is so magical.

Just its meaning beyond the concept of life and death is enough for Anton to study for too long.

Every member who participates benefits from this.

Like Hermione.

She tried to cast the 'Hair Ion Perm Curse' that showed her such a magical way just now, but she was amazed to see countless pictures in the long river of spirituality.

That is the scene where every wizard is casting this magic, and the magic looks so wonderful amidst the colorful lights.

And each of these casts seems to become a superposition state, and in the long river of spirituality, they converge together to form the spiritual convergence of the magic of the "Hair Ion Perm Curse".

She suddenly had a little understanding of what Anton said about the "magic based on the consensus of collective consciousness and common scientific concepts".

Like Harry Potter.

He finally saw his parents with his own eyes, touched each other so truly.

"Harry..." Lily covered her mouth with a sad face.

James embraced Lily with one arm, patted Harry's head with the other, and smiled brightly, "Wow, our Harry has grown up."

Harry has too many things he wants to tell his parents, and too many thoughts he wants to express.

However, at this moment, he was choking and unable to speak a word.

I just looked at my parents stupidly, tears streaming down my face.

"Dad...Mom..."

All this is so similar to the picture in the Mirror of Erised, but it is no longer limited to the inside and outside of the mirror, he can really touch it...