Chapter 711 Yes, We Are Just Portraits!

Edge of the Forbidden Forest, Hogwarts, Weasley's Stroll, New Cabin.

The overall shape of the cabin is like the base of "Small Columns Under the Sea". A huge pillar of the elevator passage supports a large hall above, and several rooms extend from the hall.

Each lodge member has its own room.

The two little girls, Anna and Hannah, put a lot of energy into arranging their room and dressed up in fancy dress.

This was the first time Anna entered Anton's room, and it was almost empty without any furniture.

In the corner, there is a side covered by clouds and covered with flowers. This is the unraveling ceremony of the saints to help Grindelwald break away from Dumbledore's curse. Anton used multiple spells such as the traceless stretching spell to match The method is forcibly imprisoned and collected.

In another corner is a pool with a metal base. The pool is filled with potions and potions. In the middle is a three-dimensional coffin similar to the ancient "Iron Maiden".

This is a device developed by the Potter family to inspire the bloodline of the 'Wizard Squib' to cause a magical riot. It is said that it can also awaken a person's innate magic.

Of course, the most amazing thing is that this thing has a certain amount of intelligence. It was made by the Potter family's research on the "Wraith" erosion ritual magic for a long time in history, coupled with the part of Sirius' soul cut off by Voldemort.

In addition, there is an altar that was used by the hut to treat werewolves at the home of werewolves.

Each of these three things seems to have a particularly mysterious atmosphere.

But now there are four.

The vines of the elephant-eating vine twisted, extending a shallow raised support frame on the wall, and Anton gently placed the portrait on it.

Looking around at these, Anton narrowed his eyes slightly.

The four things in front of him seemed to have some kind of unique connection. Fate brought these to him, and it must be to remind him of something.

He had this unique hunch.

This is a near-intuitive prophecy brought about by the "Lake of the Soul".

Anna looked at these curiously, and couldn't help pointing to the portraits of Hermione and Ron with some doubts, "I remember you said that horcruxes are a very dangerous thing, why do you make them two horcruxes?"

Suddenly, a certain light flashed through his mind.

Anton rubbed his chin thoughtfully, but unfortunately he couldn't catch that aura no matter what.

He smacked his lips regretfully, and shook his head slowly, "This is not a Horcrux, but a reflection of the existence of life..."

"Of course, it does follow certain Horcrux magic principles..."

He pointed at the portrait, thinking about how to explain it clearly to Anna, "It's like I study magical animal Animagus and human Animagus, these two are similar to the original Animagus Taoism, But it took a different path.”

"Reflection is also different from Horcruxes."

"Life leaves traces in the world, and these lives will still enter the world of dead souls after death, instead of supporting souls like Horcruxes and becoming wandering spirits floating in the world..."

The corners of Anton's mouth twitched slightly, "It's just that we have a way to rely on these traces, here, it's this painting, and I have a way to resurrect them by relying on this painting."

"Wow~"

Anna's eyes lit up, "It sounds amazing."

She clasped her hands in front of her chest and looked up at Anton, "Then you are not going to become a god in charge of life in the future?"

Anton blinked in astonishment, "In charge of life?"

It seems that his magic path is heading in this direction all the way.

His expression changed for a while, and finally he shook his head, "It's almost the same, but it does have a little similar ability, not to mention..."

Anton spread his hands, "The current portrait does not have this ability, it lacks the most important 'thinking', you know, the 'thinking' in my six-element theory of the soul..."

"When we were studying the original version of Animagus, we needed to hold the leaves of the Mandrake in our mouth for a whole month. In fact, we were copying this kind of 'thinking'..."

Anna nodded thoughtfully, and then looked at the portrait with some doubts, "Is it possible to add this step? Make up for the lack of this part?"

"!!!"

Anton was stunned, he thought for a while, the snuff box in the pocket of the wizard robe flew out, and took out a 'Mandrake' from it.

This is the oversized Mandrake that Fudge gave himself to help Aurors and other officials of the Ministry of Magic train the 'Werewolf Animagus'.

"Separation of flesh and blood!"

With a light touch of the wand, a mass of black lines mixed together was peeled off from the mandrake.

Speaking of these black lines, Hannah and Neville discovered them by coincidence.

Recalling this, Anton couldn't help feeling more emotional about the two magical things of fate and time.

because……

Boom~

With Anna's exclamation, Anton's left hand turned into a twisted black thread of soul.

The 'Black Thread of the Soul' is Anton's own name. In fact, he still has no conclusion on what this thing is.

I just know that there are countless 'information' on it.

If it wasn't 'Antony Weasley' who had more thinking at the time, but 'Anton the Traveler' had more thinking, maybe Anton would have named this thing 'memory stick' or 'hard disk'.

happy.

Anna leaned closer to her little head, glanced at the black line stripped from the mandrake, and then at the black line formed by Anton's arm, "Did you simulate it with the 'Bionic Curse'?"

"Haha, of course not..." After Anton finished speaking, he was suddenly stunned.

seemingly……

It's really hard to say!

The black thread of the soul suddenly appeared in his ability, although he always felt it was natural when he used it at that time, until the fairy Pedro told the truth about the "loop of time", he didn't know that it was possible for him to use it in the future. The ability to exist.

only……

This thing simulated with a bionic spell?

"No!"

Anton's eyes lit up suddenly, "There is another thing that has this black line, the Dementor!"

"They have a lot of fur like this black line!"

He hastily waved his wand, causing the notepad in the snuff box to float out, controlling the ballpoint pen to record the information on it.

"No one in the wizarding world can tell the origin of dementors, but I probably feel that the 'non-existence' in this black magic creature has a great connection with the 'collective consciousness of the dark side of mankind'."

"They carry information about the collective consciousness of the dark side of human beings. Those memories, emotions, wills, etc. make them maintain an extreme state."

"The magic power drawn by this extreme state is extremely huge, so huge that it is almost impossible to kill or eliminate such black magic creatures!"

"This kind of extreme is far beyond what ordinary creatures can maintain, allowing their magic power to even overflow to their surroundings. This is why we feel particularly uncomfortable when dementors are approaching."

Anton murmured excitedly, the black thread of the soul turned into his left hand grasped the black thread ball of the mandrake, carefully feeling the difference between the two.

"Look, there is no information in the black thread of the Mandrake!"

"And Mao Mao of the dementor has a lot of information about the 'dark side'."

"so……"

"This black line is a mixture of 'memory, emotion, will' and magic power?"

"Then it doesn't seem wrong for me to call it the 'soul black thread'."

"only……"

Anton sighed, and waved his wand to take these back, "This makes no sense, why it can copy the 'information' of 'thinking'."

After recovering his arm, Anton took Anna out of the room, "It seems that I have to continue studying and researching, don't worry."

...

The door of the room was slowly closed, and the 'Hermione' in the picture frame listened enviously to the voices of discussion still coming from outside the door, "I wish I could also participate in discussions in such a mysterious field of magic, but unfortunately I can't seem to think."

'Ron' scratched his head in doubt, "We can't think?"

'Hermione' turned to look at him, "Yes, we are just portraits!"

'Ron' looked blank, "But why don't I feel that I can't think?"

"Hehe~"

'Hermione' rolled his eyes at him, "Because your head is almost like a troll, and there is nothing inside!"

"Hey, Hermione!" Ron was upset and glared at her. "We're going to be in this painting all the time, and you're going to keep arguing with me like this?"

'Hermione' ignored him, and sat alone under a big tree in the background forest, looking up at the stars, "I'd rather be alone."

"Hmph!", 'Ron' turned his head unhappily, planning to wander around in the Forbidden Forest by himself.