The Grey Wizard of Hogwarts Chapter 381

Resurrection ceremony, extremely high-end magic in the wizarding world.

Professor Snape once taught Anton to deconstruct this kind of magic in the way of potions.

The soul is like a seal, and the body is the picture made by this seal.

What if the map is missing, or even completely destroyed? Simple, as long as you use extremely strong magic power, or some kind of treasure (such as a magic stone), or some kind of ceremony (resurrection ceremony), etc., the body can be reproduced according to the shape of the soul.

This is resurrection magic.

Then, if the soul has a defect, such as no nose, then the body after resurrection will naturally have no nose.

To expand further, if the vertebral hematopoietic method is used to extract a massive amount of blood, and even the soul is put into it, then what will the soul be left with in the end?

The answer is crest vertebrae.

This is also the characteristic of this crest vertebra on the potion material.

Take advantage of this feature…

When the Dementors and Aurors rushed here, all the sea of ​​blood rushed towards Anton's cell.

Little by little, it turned into a pocket-sized pale crest vertebra.

The size is about the same size as a big kuaizi used for deep-fried fried dough sticks.

"Restore as usual!"

The light of the spell flickered along the prison corridor.

Anton waved this strange wand gently, and the railings of Dolokhov's cell were restored to their original shape. Only the blood stains on the ground showed that there was once a person in the cell.

His brows furrowed slightly, staring at the crest vertebra, "It's not very useful."

If it is to cast some evil curse magic, or some small-scale targeted ritual magic, or even use it as a potion material, this vertebrae should be able to show extremely good performance.

Only if it is used as a normal wand, it is still a little worse.

No wonder the Ministry of Magic attaches so much importance to wands. This thing is simply the most important achievement of modern wizards, and it is many times better than the magical medium.

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But at least, something is better than nothing, and Anton can finally cast spells normally.

Anton licked the corner of his mouth and smiled.

Azkaban is so interesting, Dementors are interesting, Death Eaters are interesting, and the quiet environment is perfect for thinking about the next path in life.

He treated the wolf poison and the blood curse, made a body for the old wizard, and successfully transformed the blood curse orcs into Animagus for Anna. Now he has no burden on him.

There's also nothing to hold on to.

It was as if he had been affected by Voldemort's Confusion Curse at the time, and he was at a loss.

"Maybe…"

The pale-white crest vertebrae swayed in his hands, and quickly transformed into a small inconspicuous stone, which rolled down to the corner of the bed under the bed.

Anton smiled and looked at the dementors that flew in and the Death Eaters opposite the prison, "You can find the answer here."

The Dementor was not a very responsible jailer, so he opened the cell door, smelled the blood on the ground, and walked around the corridor, and then he gave up.

As long as no one escapes from Azkaban and kills a wizard, it doesn't matter.

Several Aurors guarding the gate of Azkaban Prison also sent people to check, and they even bothered to pay attention. Isn't it because these evil dark wizards were blown up by a certain curse.

None of the other Death Eaters came forward to say anything.

Everything seems like a silent comedy that has nothing to do with Anton.

He just watched with interest the exchange of Aurors and Dementors.

The Aurors put their wands around their necks and said something, and the Dementors nodded.

"It should be some variant, or offshoot, of the 'loud voice' spell to aid in speaking."

A trail of light and shadow was drawn beside him, a magical image of the spell used by the Aurors.

Seeing the inspecting Dementor leave the vicinity of his cell, the pale stone on the ground rolled and flew into his hand again, turning into a pale vertebra.

Anton's other eye turned azure blue, and he plunged his body into the darkness of the corner, staring at the Dementors and Aurors.

"Ooh~"

What did he see?

Observing on the side of the soul, the sound from the mouths of the Aurors turned into milky white silk threads that were touched by the fur of the Dementors.

"Milk white silk thread..."

Anton raised his eyebrows, isn't this thing just a memory?

But these are finer, like erratic strands of hair.

"Information bearing?"

"The interaction of information is done in a way like 'Mrs. Norris' emotional sharing?"

"No, no, it's just observational, not necessarily the reality of this kind of thing."

Anton thought for a while, then simply rolled over and lay down on the bed, closing his eyes gently.

Hogsmeade Village, afternoon.

In the basement secret room of a three-story villa, a puppet made of alchemy slowly opened its eyes.

"Anton!"

Anna was fiddling with something on the test stand wearing a monocle when she saw Anton jumped off the shelf and hurried up to meet him.

Anton looked around and looked at Anna nervously, "How is Dumbledore?"

Anna pointed to the top, "They are preparing for the resurrection ceremony in the courtyard. At the critical moment, both father and mother are there, as are Pedro, Fiennes, and the Lupin couple. The specific launching ceremony should be three days later. "

Anton nodded, "The situation has been a little chaotic recently. Don't leave your parents' side. I'm worried that those who target me will attack my family."

He didn't know how strong Rozier was.

But Anton always remembered the scene where Rozier almost smashed Pedro the goblin to scum. The power of that terrifying spell should never be underestimated.

It is always so reassuring to have him protecting the girls at home.

"Where is the disappearing cabinet, I need to go to the school to check the information."

Anna hurriedly took out the snuff box from her pocket, and waved her magic wand to release the vanishing cabinet and place it on the ground.

"It's all set for you."

Anton smiled slightly and touched her little head, "I shouldn't be coming back. After Dumbledore wakes up, the ghost knows if he will stay away. It's not like I let him find out that I have a doll. I'm tired."

Anna looked up at him quietly, grinned, and nodded lightly.

The two didn't chat too much, Anton pushed open the disappearance cabinet and got in.

"Professor Fiennes, this is "To Whisper You" that you want to borrow." Mrs. Pince put a thick black magic book on the table and looked at the hood of Fiennes wizard robe with some doubts Dark gold metal chin exposed.

These days, even dolls are going to fall in love?

Oh, this is wrong, it should be a ghost living in the body of the doll, UU reading www.uukanshu.com can also fall in love?

It's just a long time to see.

"Quack quack~"

Fiennes let out a hoarse laugh and picked up the book, "Excuse me."

Mrs. Pince wielded a feather duster to sweep away the dust on the table, "Needless to say, in this current situation, we professors need to be more united."

"Um~"

Fiennes shook his head habitually and tapped the cover of the book with his finger, "So we have to speak quietly."

Mrs. Pince took a deep breath and turned to look at the Aurors on guard outside the floor-to-ceiling windows of the library, rubbing her thumb against the knuckles of her index finger, "I don't like this kind of life, I hope Dumbledore recovers as soon as possible."

"Come on, come on." Fiennes said comforting words and walked out.

Today is a good weather, the sun is shining, it makes people feel good.

Chapter end