Chapter 865 Casting Spells Like a God and Fireworks in the World

Boom~

A space exploded. In the jungle of trees in New York's Central Park, Anton staggered a few steps and held onto a big tree. After panting for a long time, he still felt dizzy.

"Mr Weasley, are you all right?"

Dobby watched Anton's face cautiously with his wide eyes open.

Anton waved his hand, turned around and leaned against the big tree, looked up at the blue sky, and felt that he was still on the boat, shaking and shaking.

Almost threw up.

"You house-elf's Apparating is really good."

Or rather, it wasn't Apparating.

If Anton hadn't mastered the magic of Phantom Accompanying well, if it hadn't been for a ray of sunshine magic to guard his heart tightly, if he hadn't mastered the extremely powerful flying spell, he would definitely faint and lie down in the ward now.

From the Hogsmeade train station outside the woods on the edge of Hogwarts school, the direct space shuttle to New York on the other side of the earth, how could Anton not try to see the magical shuttle magic of the house elves.

The effect was simply excellent, and he could feel strong protest signals from all parts of his body, warning him not to make such a terrible attempt again.

The space travel magic of the house elves is extremely terrifying. It is completely different from the wizard's space travel method, and it is constantly moving forward and backward. It was as if a giant had pinched his body, shaking it quickly like making a cocktail.

First it shakes left and right, then up and down, then back and forth, and back and forth from various angles.

Anton really didn't want to have that feeling of flying at high speed and being pulled instantly.

Anton originally thought that the spinning washing machine-like movement of Portkey and Apparition was outrageous enough.

Really exciting!

Lines of light and shadow interweave and outline in mid-air. This is the magical image drawn by Anton when he traveled through Dobby's space.

only……

After all, they are not the same species, not the same system, and may not even be based on the same underlying logic of magic.

It was difficult for Anton to imitate it with a bionic spell.

Obviously, the theory that wizards are gods and magic is the power of the mind does not explain the magic of other magical creatures very well.

Whether it's the goblin's disappearing cabinet or the house-elf's space travel, there is another set of principles.

Can I study it?

Of course, Anton has that self-confidence, he really has to think about it, and he can figure it out after all.

But the same energy is spent on wizards themselves. Isn't it better to study witchcraft magic that is more suitable for wizards.

"Let's go."

After regaining his strength, Anton led Dobby towards the shelter tower not far away.

When he came here this time, he didn't notify the local officials or the Magic Congress. He could only imagine how troublesome it would be to meet these people.

Even because he now owns the 'Anton Academy' and the planned 'Top 100 Competition', there are probably a lot of things to do.

It's annoying to think about it, so let's leave it to Percy, his cousin, who is now stationed here on behalf of the cottage, and listening to Neville and Hannah's talk, it's like a fish in water, so proud of it.

"Who's there, I heard apparition!"

Someone yelled in the distance, and Anton probably remembered that it was an Auror from the Magic Congress.

He grabbed Dobby's little hand, took a step forward, and disappeared in place immediately.

"Wow!"

The scenery in front of him changed instantly, and boundless mountains, hills, grasslands and rivers appeared in front of him. Dobby was stunned by the natural scenery.

Just like that, it appeared here silently.

"Mr. Weasley!"

Dobby was so excited that his whole body was trembling, and he asked with a look of disbelief, "This...is this where I will work in the future?"

Anton nodded, "I have communicated with the house elves in the back kitchen of Hogwarts school. It seems that you are a species that rests during the day. Dumbledore is very tolerant of them and does not restrict them to rest in the dark underground bedroom of the castle. , they have a habitat in the Forbidden Forest."

"I think you should work harder and build your own residence."

"No, it's not hard!" Dobby stared greedily at this place with his eyes wide open, as if his eyeballs the size of tennis balls were about to fall out, "Dobby likes this place!"

Dobby was very satisfied, but Anton frowned looking at this place.

He walked slowly in the grass, came to the river, and looked down.

"Because of the endless nuclear explosions and cycles at that time, the complete sanctuary that so many people in this city yearned for, well, plus the popular Eden and sanctuary stories in Muggle society, too many factors contributed to the formed this 'tower of shelter'."

"Of course, I did some guidance. The most important thing about gray magic is that individual spellcasting guides the operation of the collective consciousness. It is a push effect. I used this powerful force to gather countless living beings to expand the building with the 'Traceless Stretching Curse' every layer of the

"And use the flying spell's understanding of space to make every floor here seem to be relying on the earth and facing the sky."

"But these rivers and dirt didn't just happen for nothing."

"That's the water of the underground river, which flows here and back underground. Similarly, these soils also come from the ground."

In other words, from the perspective of space magic, this building is actually underground.

It seems that different dimensions fit the theory. It seems that several floors of the building have ground and sky. From some angles, they are actually just layers of soil underground.

The truth contained in it is enough for Anton to write a book.

Anton shook his head, "These water and soil are not very suitable for the growth of creatures on the ground. They seem to have dark magical properties underground."

"It is more suitable for decay and containment of all things, rather than nourishment."

"Of course, generally you can't feel it, and you need some understanding of gray magic."

As he spoke, he looked up at the sky, the sun was gradually rising, and the golden light smudged the clouds.

"They need more sunlight."

"Sunshine, breeze, rain, they need to go through all the changes in the world."

"First, let's widen the river..."

Anton slowly pulled out his wand, "Then we need some high mountains, towering high mountains, so that the rivers evaporate and gather into clouds, where they condense, turn into springs and gather into other rivers for the use of living beings."

"We need prairies, we need more rolling hills, we need dark caves, we need deserts without springs, we need muddy beaches..."

While muttering, he slowly raised his hands, as if conducting a symphony.

No, this is a symphony.

The symphony originated from nature, the wind blows across the river, sparkling, insects chirping and birds chirping, the sound enters the ears.

These subtle voices echoed and became more and more clear in my ears, as if with some kind of magical rhythm, with the effect of weather spells, with the magic rhythm of goblins collecting the world with music, and with Anton's understanding of the world. Natural perception.

Anton gently waved the wand in his hand. This is the branch made of the wand gifted by Dumbledore. Now it has been cut to the size that best fits Anton.

The wand was waved lightly, and amidst the sound of wind and water, human voices echoed faintly.

That was the sound of traffic in this city.

There are the laughter of going out to buy newspapers and talking to the newspaper owner about some important person's lace news, there are the sounds of children playing and fighting, the sound of adults scolding, there is the sound of cooking oily oil, there are hurried footsteps while passing by pedestrians and calling customers the sound of……

Those sounds converged and blended with the sounds of nature, and together constituted the human fireworks of this world.

Gently flicking the magic wand on this piece of fireworks in the world, it outlines a graceful width and arouses a trace of desire in the collective consciousness of mankind.

That is everyone's yearning for beautiful scenery.

With Anton's waving, the ground under their feet surged and began to arch high. Dobby staggered and quickly covered his mouth, fearing that his exclamation would disturb Anton's spellcasting.

As far as the eye can see, the whole world is changing rapidly. Mountains are towering, rivers are diverted, and hills are surging to stretch out a large plain...

The whole world seems to be like the soil in the sand table, rising or falling with the movement of Anton's magic wand, and the music faintly conveyed to the ear.

The hill below their feet was getting higher and higher, so high that Dobby Palla, looking down at the edge, could see that the place under his feet turned into a high vertical cliff, which made him dizzy.

Dobby had never seen such a spell cast.

It's like creating a world.

Is this a god?

Dobby's eyes were full of shock. He stared blankly at Mr. Anthony Weasley, who was shrouded in the first ray of sunlight in the morning, watching him rise slowly with the ground, waving his magic wand to change the world.

Such a scene filled its heart with an epic feeling for a moment, and it somehow remembered the scene it saw when it followed its former employer, Mr. Malfoy, to the Ministry of Magic.

At the Magic Brothers Fountain next to the "Magic is Power Monument", the house elf bowed down and looked up respectfully at the statue of the wizard, which once made it feel that this was the wizard's oppression of the house elf.

However, at this time, it suddenly had a realization. Perhaps, there was such a great wizard back then, so that the house-elves couldn't help but look up at it with sincerity.