Chapter 728 I'm Olaro, Don't You Remember Me?

Endless rays of light poured into the head of the dementor, as if its entire body was frozen, it couldn't struggle anymore, it just shivered rustlingly.

"I know, you should be in a little pain at this time."

Anton's voice was faint.

"Hasn't it been a long time since you've felt this pain? Right? It's a novel feeling, isn't it?"

"This is actually mainly the power of the 'displaced soul curse' magic. I use it as a soul scalpel. Its characteristics can help me peel you off the robe little by little."

"Very fine peeling, like skinning a sheep, I know, I have felt the feeling of being skinned as a sheep."

"I need this skin, oh, it's this robe that fits so well with living beings."

In the dark secret room with stone pillars, Anton looked at the dementor affectionately, talking in his mouth, the light of the magic wand in his hand beat the dementor's forehead rhythmically like the tide.

"Of course, this kind of pain is also good for you..."

"It will arouse the instinct of your original creature and help you restore your original appearance."

"If you want me to go deeper, it is that you have extreme emotions in your body now. It is too huge. After all, it comes from the galaxy of collective negative emotions of human beings and the negative emotions born after your own torture. Hooked together .”

"This powerful emotion, in turn, suppresses all your 'memory, will, emotions, time traces' and so on. The only thing left is a little bit of me, which has a little 'thinking' with this robe. The extremes of emotion that sustain you are always there."

"Such a life is extremely pitiful."

"It's no different from those wraiths, lunatics who have been completely corrupted by black magic."

"..."

I don't know how long it took, but as Anton's eyes lit up, he suddenly picked up the wand in his hand.

Very elegantly, gently pick.

The ugly body in the black robe of the dementor turned into a plump woman. She looked at Anton gratefully, nodded, and disappeared into stars.

On the "Lake of the Soul", Anton could faintly see a strange curtain floating slowly, and the woman walked in with a calm face.

"Creating sin~"

Anton clicked his tongue. Obviously, the predecessor who researched and invented the dementor used more than just sailors and pirates.

It's right to think about it, after all, such a powerful wizard, no matter how lonely he is, he will run around because he wants to study magic and find materials.

With the convenient magic of Apparition, it is really no better than the crew who have been waiting in Azkaban to pass by.

With this experience, Anton's operation became more and more smooth.

Not long after, another dementor also turned into a simple and honest little boy, bouncing towards the curtain.

In Anton's hands, there were two extra black robes.

It has two properties.

The first one is very compatible with the human self, which means that it can be used to carry the human self and become an existence similar to ghosts and dead souls.

The second characteristic is that it has an excellent carrying capacity for 'emotion and magic power'.

At that time, Anton used this black robe to make the 'ghost robe', which unconsciously used the first characteristic, which could make people into a ghost state.

Anton gently put on the robe, and suddenly his whole body became translucent.

With a wand in his hand, he carefully felt the difference from usual.

"Well, many spells can't be cast anymore."

"But for the magic needed by 'emotions', it has become extremely sensitive!"

"Huh?" Anton's eyes lit up, "Why does this feeling a bit like the curse of the Dumbledore family that Dumbledore said? It's even..."

"Silence?"

"Oh, could it be a Boggart?"

Anton's heart moved, and he felt the reflection in the "Lake of the Soul". In an instant, a piece of parchment three meters wide and four meters high appeared in front of him.

There was a big red T on the parchment.

Boom~

Another one appeared.

bang bang bang~

As Anton invoked similar emotions, countless pieces of parchment stood around his body just gently.

In the blink of an eye, the five-meter range around him was instantly filled.

As for why it is five meters...

Anton was amazed by his own wonderful vision, he could see the essence of his emotions, the combination of emotions that leveraged magic power and magic power extended to the outside of the world.

Extended to a full five meters away.

He could see countless hairs on his body, or in other words, black threads of the soul.

With a thought, the parchments were dispersed.

Anton floated lightly in midair, feeling like a huge fur ball, with black line tentacles spreading to a range of five meters.

Any one of his emotions is deeply affecting everything within five meters.

"Haha, it's fun!"

As his emotions changed, his surroundings began to change, and white lights of curses filled his side.

It was an extreme feeling that did not affect the heart, as if it extended the extreme emotions beyond the mind.

So, he just played around like this.

All kinds of spells that require emotions are released, and it is a joy to play.

He can feel the endless stream of pure emotions in the black thread of the soul, which is a combination of 'information' and magic power.

Anton can even think that 'will, memory, and time traces' can all be combined with magic power, and they will also be the black thread of the soul.

These findings...

If it were Voldemort, he might have developed a powerful magic or an extremely powerful fighting method.

But Anton's brain circuit has always been quite unique.

He rarely likes to study how to hurt.

Even the Cruciatus Curse can be researched into a soul scalpel by him, let alone this kind of soul black line Mao Mao.

Oh~

They can no longer be called soul black lines, nor can they simply be called emotional black lines, they should be information black lines.

Black lines carry information.

And this kind of dementor robe has the ability to easily extend 'information'.

It's that simple.

Anton instantly thought of an interesting thing, which might be a bit dangerous to say.

He took off the robe, rubbed the ring Dumbledore gave him to release the ball of silence inside, looked at these two things, and licked the corner of his mouth.

"Accordingly, silence is the product of extreme emotional suppression. It is the emotion that is too strong and suppresses the self."

"Then, this robe can perfectly carry this emotion..."

"These two things fit together perfectly!"

"Combining the two, there should be a situation where the dementor is restored to half by me, and the sanity returns to normal."

"Yes, it is very likely to be so!"

Of course, it is also possible that Anton will come up with something more terrifying than the dementor, and even because of his extreme emotions and active thinking, the destructive power is definitely far greater than that of the dementor.

And it's as undead as a dementor.

If you think about it that way...

"It seems exciting?" Anton's eyes lit up.

He rubbed his hands, stared at the black smoke floating and twisting in mid-air, looked at the red lightning surging inside it, and licked the corner of his mouth excitedly, "Quack quack..."

"Fun!"

"Old Deng, I helped you find a way to revive my sister!"

Although the ball in front of him is not Dumbledore's sister, but old Deng who did not know where to collect it, Anton even wondered if it was the one in Newt's suitcase.

Anton held the dementor robes in one hand, and covered them silently against the ball, watching them wriggling and fitting together quickly, his eyes were shining brightly.

First, a pair of slender white feet protruded from under the wizard robe...

Then came the slender hands...

In the big hood of the robe, there is long black hair hanging loose, moist lips...

Anton watched this scene in horror, staggered back, and exclaimed in disbelief, "Angonara?"

Of course, this person is not the black magic creature rabbit Angelara.

It's the image of the girl that Anton transformed using Angelara.

But ah!

Anton was very, very sure that the image of that young girl absolutely did not exist in reality. At that time, due to the influence of her own will, Angela's image changed according to the image of the girl Anton yearned for.

As Anna said, Angonara represents Anton's desire.

But why does this person look like this?

"impossible!"

"Absolutely impossible!"

Anton looked at her in a daze, and became incoherent, "I obviously didn't exert any will on this person!"

Suddenly, the silently transformed girl in the dementor's robe opened her eyes.

It was Wang's dark blue eyes that were exactly the same as Anna's.

"Hee hee~" The girl slowly fell to the ground, looked at her hands, and let out a clear and melodious laugh.

She looked at Anton very happily, "Alex, you finally resurrected me!"

Anton opened and closed his mouth, and stared at her blankly, "You...what did you call me?"

"Alex Fiennes." The girl looked at Anton with a smile, "I'm Olaro Ann, don't you remember?"

"!!!"

what's the situation?

Anton was completely at a loss.

Is it the time reversal that Pedro mentioned? Or is it the traction of fate that Grindelwald told himself a few words? Or Voldemort's id disorder?

His whole head was dizzy for a while, the only luck was that Olaro and Alex didn't seem to behave intimately, otherwise if this girl came over, he would definitely collapse.

Wait, Alex Fiennes?

? ? ?

Anton took Olaro to find the old wizard with a strange look on his face.

"Oh, my stupid apprentice." Fiennes glanced at Olaro and giggled strangely.

He looked at Anton narrowly, then rolled his eyes at the girl who had been staring at Anton affectionately, and raised his eyebrows, "Anna will be jealous if you run around with this girl."

"Tsk tsk tsk, Anton, you really have the same taste. You are tall, with black hair and green eyes, and you actually look a bit like..."

"Quack quack..."

The old wizard had a 'you understand' expression on his face, and teased, "You have to pay the price to keep my mouth shut, or you will die. I will tell Anna!"