Chapter 885 Gently Push (Seeking Monthly Ticket) (4k)

The little that Fudge is short of may be a hurdle that he will never be able to overcome in his entire life.

Even if Anton could tell him clearly, if he couldn't do it, Fudge still couldn't do it.

Magic is the power of the soul, and every soul is equally great, and wizards are gods... Every research result of Anton tells such a truth.

Dig deep into the power of the soul, use the love you feel, understand the pain you have endured, and so on. Every wizard can burst out with powerful power.

Maybe after Fudge crossed that hurdle, the 'Bone Shield' spell he released could even block the attacks released by Voldemort or Dumbledore?

Anton is not very sure, in his eyes, every heart has infinite possibilities.

But it is obviously extremely difficult to cross this hurdle.

For example, Professor Lockhart, he is also facing a hurdle. If he overcomes it, he will go straight to the level of top wizards. However, any little wizard in the school can play tricks on him.

Anton had made it clear to Lockhart a long time ago, but he knew the truth, but he couldn't do it anyway. This kind of thing didn't just happen to Lockhart.

The vast majority of ordinary people will have such troubles, and they understand the reason, but they just can't do it.

Anton once suggested to Lockhart to "release your heart, open your heart, don't be afraid to face the outside world, and have the courage to meet more challenges", so that you can "cross the level of the soul and go to the hearts of others, and in the Forgetting Curse On the basis of perfection'.

useless.

Or lack of opportunity.

For example, Professor Snape kept using the time-turner to find a way to save Lily Evans. In the end, he even gave up on himself, stripped off the black magic, and successfully cast an outrageous level of 'Patronus Charm'. He was finally Found a way.

Then he was rejected, and Lily said that James was still waiting for her in the world of the dead, and hoped that Sif could face his life bravely, go on, and not stay where he was.

Professor Snape bravely walked into the future, but not completely.

The chain on the iron door of the heart was split, but he couldn't gently push the door on the door frame.

Just a little bit, just a little bit.

It is very different.

And to break through all of this, no one can help. All people can pray for is their own inner strength.

It is relief of painful experience, indifference to vanity, fame and fortune, love that is willing to give up everything for protection, hatred beyond life and death, and greed that is always dissatisfied with knowledge and seeks the way...

All that is good and evil in the human mind is the most powerful force.

Good to cruel, vicious to pathetic, with a poignant yet light beauty.

Anton squinted his eyes and stared at the sky above the conference room. It was the gathering of emotions from countless hearts in the conference room, it was the tumbling of countless thoughts from insanity, and it was the complex and disorderly smog-like vortex of collective consciousness.

It is so thin and profound, ethereal and unknowable, and surging in everyone's heart.

This is the wonderful realm of gray magic.

In this gray magic environment where thoughts are tumbling and converging, everyone is being affected, which is a cycle that is greater than the "inner heart, magic, and magic inner cycle influence", between people, people and the environment, people and Society, people and everything.

"What are you looking at?" Seeing that Anton ignored him, the old wizard Fiennes leaned over and asked again.

Anton didn't look back, but just stared at it obsessively, "I don't know if you will see colorful fog when you use the 'wizard eyes' to observe the magic image."

"Oh, of course." The old wizard curled his lips, "Don't forget, who invented the crack spell, it was me! Alex Fiennes, and taught it to you without reservation!"

Hey~

Anton grinned, "Yes, I remember you telling me that the dark green crack is a human emotion."

"Obviously it's not just emotions. Memory, emotion, will, time and traces, etc. all pour into our thinking, and that's what we observe."

"The intersection of everything and the outside world is the fog."

"The red electric light is the bloom of life."

"And all of these collide with the collective consciousness to produce dark green cracks!"

The old wizard Fiennes was keenly aware of the key points in Anton's words. He has been studying magic images all his life, and he is too clear, "You mean, those dark green cracks do not grow from our hearts, but from our hearts. Appeared after interacting with others and even the world?"

"Yes!"

Anton turned his head and looked at the old wizard seriously, "The unreasonable happiness in our hearts and the happiness produced by observing interesting things outside are two completely different fields at the level of magic power!"

"!!!" The old wizard Fiennes suddenly widened his eyes and took a breath, "This can explain a lot of magical images that I can't understand usually, especially..."

He looked around, leaned over and whispered, "Horcrux!"

Anton nodded with him with a strange expression, "Yes, Horcrux!"

Regarding the knowledge of Horcruxes, it was impossible for Lao Fu to teach Anton when he was a professor. These contents were taught to Anton by the old wizard Fiennes.

This part of knowledge is accompanied by the crack spell developed by the old wizard himself. (119 chapters)

As the master of Goudao, after the old wizard Fiennes tried his best to find the books on the Horcruxes, he was not only satisfied with the knowledge of Horcruxes invented by the "despicable Haierbo", but also conducted more in-depth research and thought.

Of course, his pride also harmed him, so that after being killed by Anton, he could only survive in the world in a state similar to a ghost, and gradually evolved towards a ghost.

It wasn't until Anton made the body of the alchemy puppet for him, and accepted the research theory fed back by Anton, that the old wizard made a breakthrough and figured out the resurrection magic based on the Horcrux.

He doesn't desire to live forever, but prefers to live for hundreds of years with a healthy, normal and perfect body.

This is a difference in individual desires.

"That is, if no one remembers Voldemort, he won't be able to be resurrected by Horcruxes?"

The old wizard was terrified, "So 'Despicable Haierbo' must still be living in a corner, like a bug, right?"

Anton didn't know when he was already holding the wand without a core in his hand, shaking it slightly, causing a mist that was too thin to be seen by the naked eye to cover him and the old wizard, blocking all observation and detection.

This is a technique learned from Dumbledore. This magical operation will even disappear in the "long river of time". Even if someone comes to the side through the time converter, there is no way to hear their chat.

"So this is the most powerful way to deal with Horcruxes, isn't it?"

The more Fiennes said, the more excited he became, "Prison the other party, destroy all records about him, completely erase his existence, until the whole world forgets about him, then kill him, and he will die completely !"

Anton nodded slightly, and couldn't help thinking of the time when he transformed into a long snake and went through the curtain to go to the world of dead souls. A dead soul inside also dissipated because everyone forgot.

"Boy!" Fiennes' face became serious, and he stared at Anton seriously, "Don't tell anyone about this discovery!"

"Got it, got it, do you think I'm as stupid as you? Talk about it without any scruples in the conference room of the Ministry of Magic." Anton slumped lazily on the back of the seat and continued to observe the conference room The gray magic magical environment and the psychic changes in Fudge.

"!!!"

Fiennes opened and closed his mouth in displeasure, hummed a few times, and turned his head away with some excuses. After a while, he looked at the bickering wizard officials on the stage with relish, eating popcorn bite by bite.

"Fight, quick, fight!"

He murmured excitedly.

heh~

Anton rolled his eyes, and the wand in his hand waved gently, trying to use the magic power of the Imperius Curse to affect the gray magic environment.

Maybe Muggle sociologists, psychologists and other related science professionals can interpret Anton's theory from their own perspective, but in Anton's view, this is a more complex and intertwined magic power image.

It's so interesting, changing from moment to moment, changing with the fog that pervades the minds of everyone who makes up the environment, colliding with other people's fog, and changing again.

Maybe it was actually a look, a cold snort with unknown meaning, an unconscious habitual action that aroused others' guesses, and so on.

But all of these pull magic power and together make up everything.

Gray magic is such a kind of 'faint and profound' magic that cannot be observed with the naked eye.

And just give it a fulcrum and gently pry it.

So……

Anton's spellcasting will also not be observed by the naked eye, and through this magical environment, it will gradually affect the composition of each environment.

gently...

One push!

"enough!"

A depressing roar suddenly sounded in the large conference room, which was as noisy as a vegetable market. The tall and tall Dumbledore slowly stood up, looking sharply at everyone around him through half-moon glasses.

Suddenly, the entire meeting room seemed to be turned on, and all the voices disappeared instantly, leaving only a slight exclamation.

It was a woman who was startled and accidentally knocked over a coffee cup on the shelf of the armrest.

"Endlessly wrangling and wasting time without any achievements, everyone is venting their emotions that have nothing to do with this proposal..."

Dumbledore's voice was low, so tired and disgusted.

He gently took off his glasses, rubbed the bridge of his nose, and shook his head with a sigh.

That's why he's been staying away from the Ministry of Magic for a long time, a place where there seems to be only haggling and delays, and then often leave one question after another, waiting for who will take the blame, or blame each other after the fact.

As an old wizard who loves gourmet food, beautiful clothes, and magic research, if he let his daily life into this quagmire, just for the name of a so-called Minister of Magic? That's so hard to think about.

"Now, I just want an answer." Dumbledore felt a little impatient, impatient, and depressed for no reason. Maybe he realized that it was too rude to do so. He put on his glasses again and looked at everyone with a gentle expression.

"I'm sorry, please forgive me, an old man who is over a hundred years old and may walk into the grave at any time. I don't have enough energy to deal with such matters."

"But I have to deal with it, I have to get an answer, and the International Federation of Wizards and the Ministries of Magic need to get an answer..."

"In the end, where are we going to hold the Top 100 Competition?"

"If there is no way to determine even this point, I think all the following issues will become impossible to start with."

While Dumbledore was talking about his weakness, his eyes became sharper and patrolling, "Now, immediately, there can be no further delay."

When the boss became strong, everyone had to bow their heads and seriously think about every word that was said next.

If you are not careful, something will happen.

Hey, when everyone isn't afraid of Dumbledore?

Even the Dark Lord who was crushed to death by Dumbledore, the Dark Lord whose name no one dared to name, was so scared, how could he dare to offend Dumbledore who was also in danger.

Unfortunately, Dumbledore did not wait for any effective speech.

Just like what Anton's teacher, old Ronaldo, told him, the office guards the first line and shoots the first bird. Everyone sitting here is either an old bureaucrat who is well versed in politics, or the head of an international organization who has no right to speak and comes to make up the numbers.

The entire meeting room became more and more quiet, as if everyone was holding their breath.

The irritability that Dumbledore had just suppressed surged into his heart again. He was keenly aware of his loss of emotional control, but he didn't think much about it.

He is human and has his own emotions, of course there will be emotional ups and downs, which is normal.

It's just that, after all, someone has to come out and express his opinion first.

Dumbledore's eyes wandered, and finally settled on the edge of the meeting room door, where a tall, slender and handsome figure was about to leave quietly.

With a touch of golden red hair, it should not be too conspicuous.

"Director Anthony Weasley!"

"I think it's rude for you to leave at this time. After all, you are the founder of the Top 100 Tournament. I want to know your thoughts!"

almost!

Just a little bit!

Anton stepped out and left the conference room.

Gan!

Lao Deng's magic resistance is really high, and he broke free so quickly, Anton murmured in his heart.

He looked back, and saw that everyone turned their heads and stared at him, and couldn't help grinning, smiling brightly.

"Oh, ask me for an opinion..."

Anton shrugged, "I think, if everyone can't come to an agreement, or we won't do it? What a big deal."

"!!!"

"!!!"

"!!!"

Is there anyone more unreliable?

The corners of Dumbledore's eyes twitched, and he really didn't know how to describe his current mood. I asked you to express your opinion, but didn't I tell you to lift the table, are you plausible? ah?

However, it seems that this is really quite Anton.

"This is not the time to joke, Director Weasley!" Dumbledore's eyes were stern.

Anton still had a hippie smile on his face, "Well, why don't the Ministry of Magic take on some, and Hogwarts also take on some? Anyway, there are many links in the competition, so we can allocate some to each of them."

"And I hope to introduce basilisks, fire dragons, Chimera beasts and other magical animals with a dangerous level of 5X into the event. I also plan to engage in some Muggle cannons and bombers. Maybe these dangerous magical animals will not be placed in Hogwarts. Isn't it appropriate?"

"!!!"

You also know it's inappropriate?

Is it inappropriate to put it in school?

Is it scary to use such a terrible magical animal to compete with underage wizards? Also, what the hell is a bomber?

This is a magic game!

At this moment, everyone present was stunned, thinking for a moment, if only Dumbledore hadn't called Anthony Weasley to stop just now.

Isn't this all of a sudden too exciting?

If I had known Anton that you were going to engage in such a dangerous game, who the hell would want to come here to grab the right to speak in the game? Everyone would run far away, okay? ! ! !