Chapter 902 A Tour of the Underlying World of Magic

More than 3,600 new generation leaders from all over the world have undergone an intensive screening process, leaving 1,080 people.

What a terrible number this is, what a cruel competition this is.

This is just the first hurdle.

The winners are entitled to be proud and to win the praise of everyone. Those who have mastered such a powerful 'Arrow Deflecting Curse' can even be called the strongest in the wizarding world, including adult wizards.

Under the defense of this magic, swords can't hurt, guns are ineffective, even in the face of high-speed collisions of earth-moving vehicles, they can be fearless.

Cooperating with the 'Iron Armor Curse' which is biased towards magic defense, an extremely powerful defense system can be built.

Of course, they are far from enough compared to wizards at the level of professors in magic schools.

After all, a ground thorn created by a transformation technique can easily penetrate this layer of defense, stringing them from the ground to the sky.

Magic is ever-changing, and its use is in one mind.

The pier of Azkaban Island was very lively, the reporters frantically rushed to take pictures, the cheers of the parents, the envious or sour comments of the losers, the excited words of the event host Lockhart, accompanied by the sea breeze Drifting away towards the distance.

Those voices passed through the sea water and turned into buzzing whispers, faintly vibrating in the ears.

Bobobo~~

Anton spit out a few mouthfuls of air bubbles and swam towards the deeper seabed. All the noise and impetuosity disappeared in the cold sea water.

Duck-billed cattails followed behind him, quickly shuttled and wandered in the sea water.

They didn't know where they were going, they just followed Anton blindly and swam forward, swimming around the island of Azkaban freely, the speed was getting faster and faster.

Anton didn't know where to go, he almost entrusted his body to the 'spiritual body', oh, or 'subconscious mind', it didn't matter what it was called, he was already shocked by everything in front of him at this moment.

His soul and thinking, along with the collective consciousness magic group formed by the collective release of the "arrow deflection" by the little wizard, slowly "rise" to a magical dimension.

In this dimension, everything seems familiar.

Countless pictures are accompanied by colorful mist surges, that is the roar of the wife to her late husband, that is a hand stretched down from the upper steps while panting on the mountain peak, that is beautiful piano music, that is accompanied by the The sweat dripping from anxiety is the picture, sound and influence of everything in this world.

This is the long river of memory, this is the long river of time!

No, it's not just about time!

There are several long rivers of different shapes interlacing and extending, running through the past and the present, with nowhere to be seen before and nowhere to be seen behind.

There is a long river of collective consciousness composed of countless individual emotions and wills.

There is a long river of fate constructed by the thinking and time of countless individuals.

There is a long river of spirituality composed of the spirituality of countless individual intelligent beings.

There is a long river of life built by the blood of countless individuals.

There are too many long rivers that Anton can't understand for the time being. These long rivers are intertwined and colliding with each other, shining with colorful brilliance.

Anton could clearly feel that the "magic group of collective consciousness formed by thousands of little wizards who cast arrow deflection spells together" was floating into the long river of collective consciousness.

Then, the long river of collective consciousness and another long river floating like a curtain collided and bloomed with light, as if a trace was imprinted on it.

"This thing..."

Anton murmured, and suddenly found that he had recovered from the transformation technique of duckbill velvet back to his original human appearance at some point, rising and falling with this ever-changing and interlaced river.

"This curtain, I seem to know what it is!"

The 'trace' of one of the six elements of the soul, the trace of the existence of every living being! This is the long river of traces!

Suddenly, his heart moved and his feet kicked, as if he was weightless in space, he staggered and lightly jumped into this long river of curtain-like traces.

In this long river, on the curtain swaying with the nameless wind, magical rays of light flickered one after another.

There is no trace stretching mantra.

There is a disarming spell.

There is a killing spell.

There is relativity.

There is poetry.

There are tall buildings.

There are brilliant crystals of all intelligent beings, which look like bright star clusters to the naked eye.

Anton was fascinated by this picture in amazement, greedily looking at the light of star clusters, he saw the 'Sunshine Curse', saw the strong traces of himself on the 'Levitation Curse', saw the 'Werewolf Animagus' ', I saw the 'Bone Shield Curse'...

The most interesting thing is that these star cluster halos do not exist alone, and many of their positions on the veil are the positions where the trace river of the veil intersects with other long rivers.

For example, where the "river of traces" and the "river of collective consciousness" intertwine, there is a super shining light, which is the dementor nebula built by the collective consciousness of human negative emotions.

For example, something Anton is very familiar with - the Horcrux.

The light and shadow representing the Horcrux are interlaced on several long rivers such as the long river of traces, the long river of time, the long river of fate, and the long river of life.

If you look carefully, you can see several interesting figures on it.

A 'Despicable Haierbo' that has almost faded away but stubbornly stays on the curtain.

And Voldemort, Anton, Dumbledore, Grindelwald, Anna. (The Horcruxes of the latter three were all made by Anton.)

And there are many translucent traces that don't look like Horcruxes. They are Anton's disciple Adams, that is the old wizard Fiennes, and that are many beings collected by Anton.

These translucent traces have a certain connection with himself, as if they are maintained on it because of themselves.

"Wow~"

Anton watched all this with great interest, and looked towards Voldemort's Horcrux.

Immediately, a picture that looked like a spider web or veins of leaves appeared in front of him, with several traces on it.

Some of these traces look mottled and broken, apparently having lost their spirituality, while others are also shining with brilliance.

Tom Riddle's diary, Gaunt's ring, Ravenclaw's diadem, Hufflepuff's cup, and Slytherin's locket—these five look completely broken.

Only one is still shining - Harry Potter!

"!!!"

Anton's eyes widened in surprise, "Hold the grass, Lao Fu is so fierce that he destroyed all the Horcruxes, leaving only Harry Potter?"

If Harry was accidentally killed, the old man would probably be done with it, right?

Could it be that he was resurrected as Tom when he was young, which made him a little brain-dead?

"No, I feel that the old version of the old V is the brainless one, and the young Tom shouldn't look like this!"

Anton looked at this thoughtfully, then raised his brows suddenly, and jumped from the 'River of Traces' to the 'River of Life'.

Compared with the picture of the curtain of the "traces of the long river", this place is more like a promenade, and there are lives on the promenade.

There are four Voldemorts in this corridor!

There is a long transparent line on their bodies leading to the sky. Looking up along the long line, it is the memory planet that represents the existence of Voldemort in the "long river of time".

"Tsk tsk tsk so many old men."

Anton looked at them one by one, his eyes became weird.

The first is Voldemort, who collects his own life, and he is in the reflection of the lake of his own soul.

The second one is the magic portrait I drew for Lao Fu, which is now hanging on a certain wall, and he is giggling "hey hey hey".

The third is a young version of Tom Riddle, who is now greedily watching the little wizards of the contestants in the distance at the pier of Azkaban Island.

the fourth……

The fourth one seems to be the image of the dear professor Anton is most familiar with. At this moment, his eyes are closed, and he is sleeping deep in Harry Potter's soul.

Anton should not be too familiar with that kind of magic power fluctuation, "Mother Tom's embrace", Anton has learned it by using the bionic spell.

"Mother Tom's arms?"

Anton frowned and stared at the picture, "He can cast spells in Harry's body? This doesn't feel like the fusion of soul fragments, why is it a bit like possession?"

Then, he observed the four Voldemorts suspiciously, rubbing his chin in thought.

Lao Fu in the picture frame and Lao Fu who collects the existence of life himself do not seem to have spiritual brilliance. Although there is life, it cannot actually be constructed into a complete life alone.

And the old V in Harry's body is the same as the young version of Tom, looking particularly agile.

"I don't understand, the world of magic is too wonderful, and there are always too many mysteries."

Anton shook his head and simply ignored it.

It's time to go back.

He has already harvested a lot, and by virtue of his campaign for the top 100 competition, he finally created a collective consciousness magic group, and through this collective consciousness, he came to the world at the bottom of magic, and saw the reality of magic.

This insight is enough to provide him with too many research ideas and basis for his future research on 'grey magic'.

Tsk, Ness.

Time to go back and watch the Dumbledore and Tom Riddle hilarity.

Quack quack...

Yes, Anton called this guy Tom Riddle. He didn't have a teacher-student relationship with this guy, and he didn't mind killing him if he got the chance.

The world is getting better and better, isn't it? It seems that there is no place for Tom Riddle, so it's better not to come out and make trouble.