Life is a journey, and everyone is just walking on the road. We may take different forks at any time.

And that kind of change means a completely different spiritual world.

It may be beautiful, or it may be painful, or it may be tired, or it may be wonderful, and this is the meaning of life.

Magic is just a manifestation of the soul, and it can also bring about changes.

Just like Anton's personal professor, Severus Snape, from a talented boy to a gloomy and lackluster young man, stagnant in the past, and his life has never moved forward.

But all of this was just a stage. Snape now carried his bags again and walked on a new road in life.

He is entering a more dazzling and beautiful magical world.

Anton is very sure.

It seems that magic has never been so beautiful. Inner pain and other negative emotions are the best nourishment for magic. Almost all magic masters who have reached the top have such scarred hearts.

The so-called positive power, whether it is love, loyalty, or others, will eventually lead the wizard to destruction and death.

Nothing more than that.

This is also the reason why Anton will not influence his family to reach a higher peak.

His family members are all so scarred and tired.

Maybe for them, magic isn't everything.

The little wizards have more possibilities for the future and have more powerful vitality that can withstand any situation.

At this moment, all the wizards and Muggles who were paying attention to the 100 Tournament, either at the scene or through the magic mirror, were staring at Harry Potter on the broken high platform.

They were all looking forward to what the prize for the winner of the competition would look like. They held their breath and looked carefully at Harry's figure in the magic mirror.

Dumbledore, Grindelwald, Riddle, Nicolas Flamel and other wizard elders are watching.

Hermione, Ron, Draco and other peers were also staring.

The gathering of collective consciousness driven by all the attention will eventually turn into a majestic magic power, washing away everything, affecting and nurturing the dark magic creatures in the soul.

This may be the largest ritual magic in the wizarding world in thousands of years.

none of them.

Even our Dark Lord, the mysterious man, and the President of the Magical Congress of the United States, Tom Riddle, vaguely felt that he had an inexplicable illusion of casting spells.

He didn't know what it was, and he couldn't get rid of it at all.

He was just paying so much attention to the changes that were taking place in Harry, trying to figure out how the ritual magic that Anton might be controlling could accomplish the two things of 'magic enhancement' and 'Muggle transformation into a wizard'.

"Ah~~~"

Harry raised his head and roared angrily, with the veins on his neck exposed. He seemed to be immersed in some kind of terrible fantasy, it was a scene of a lake.

Yes, Harry has no memory of the night his parents died. He was just a baby at the time.

But the more this happens, he will always fantasize about what a terrible scene it is.

The father rushed in front, roaring, "Lily, leave quickly"...

The mother stretched out her arms to block the front of her crib...

Harry could only vaguely recall his mother's shrill wails, which were so painful, and those screams also caused Harry pain.

He didn't dare to imagine it, but he couldn't help but think about it.

The more I think about it, the more painful it becomes.

So all this, accompanied by a painful childhood, turned into longing for his parents and hatred for Voldemort.

So intense!

The strong wind roared around him, rolling up the broken stones and soil from the high platform, as if a tornado was gathering around him.

That was a scene caused by the unconscious burst of magic power in Harry's mind. In Grindelwald's eyes, it seemed like the scene that occurred when Aberforth's son was losing control of his emotions.

So similar.

The tornado became stronger and stronger, getting bigger and bigger, and finally seemed to tear apart space, cross dimensions, and disappear directly beside Harry.

It just disappeared so suddenly.

At this moment, Harry was staring blankly at the wand in his hand. He had never felt so clearly that the relationship between him and the wand was so unique.

He seemed to feel something in his heart rolling deep inside, like a volcano about to erupt.

It's so intense, so undercurrent.

He is just an impulsive little wizard who doesn't understand the forbearance of adults. He just wants to do what he wants to do.

So, if you can’t bear it anymore, there is no need to bear it anymore!

"Strike with all your strength~ Retreat!"

He shook the wand in his hand so hard, feeling his heart suddenly expand in the environment, and countless magic powers spurted out, affecting the world to change.

turn out to be……

In Anton's eyes, is this what casting a spell feels like?

Such questions can only be left to ask Anton later. Harry used the surging emotions in his heart to release magic, and the magic also affected the emotions in his heart, as if it were a nested magic loop, which was extremely unique.

Repel Spell!

A terrifying beam of plasma light surged from the tip of his wand.

It's so strong and inexplicably colorful.

Amidst everyone's exclamations, the plasma beam crossed over the large pit created by the destruction of the high platform, crossed over the reporters, referees and others, and rushed straight towards the direction of Voldemort on the referee panel.

In just an instant, this huge plasma beam hit Voldemort's chest!

Harry remembered Anton's teachings very clearly.

He has never remembered this so seriously.

He didn't listen carefully to the professors' lectures in class, and he didn't take it so seriously when Lu Ping taught in private when he was a professor. Only when he followed Anton, he didn't know why he felt a kind of sincere awe, which made his whole body

Everyone calmed down and listened carefully to everything Anton said.

Anton said it!

To control magic, magic should be ever-changing, because it is the power of the soul, and this is how the soul should be.

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Harry didn't need so many changes, he just wanted to repel Voldemort.

Get out of this world!

Even after death, we must fight back and do not let Voldemort appear in the world of the dead where his parents are!

boom!

The plasma-like light beam was so dazzling that he had never performed such a powerful magic effect before!

So powerful!

A smile began to appear on his face, which was the best consolation for the death of his parents - I killed the murderer!

However, fate seemed to have played a disgusting joke on him.

A translucent figure emerged directly from Voldemort's body, not only resisting Harry's attack, but even rebounding his repelling spell, standing in a stalemate with the repelling spell he continued to release.

And that figure...

It's his mother, Lily Potter!

That spell was the 'love magic' that was supposed to exist on Harry, but it was stolen by Voldemort, and turned against Harry!

"No!" Harry stopped attacking and roared angrily, his eyes almost splitting with anger.

He had never been in such pain. He watched sadly as he unleashed a powerful attack that he had never imagined in his dreams, unleashing it on his enemy, and the one who resisted this attack turned out to be his mother.

No!

He can't accept it!

There was even blood flowing from his eyes, and the hatred and pain completely overwhelmed him, it was so strong and terrifying.

He suddenly raised the wand again, as if he felt some kind of hidden meaning, and felt that the effect of some unique ritual magic was being transmitted to him. What it was, he didn't know.

He just hoped that his mother's figure would not appear in Voldemort. That was simply the most disgusting thing.

He even faintly passed the rhythm of this ritual magic, and his left eye suddenly saw a bleeding wound on Voldemort's chest through some kind of blue electric vision.

"Repulse with all your strength!"

He roared again and waved his wand, and the even hotter plasma light spurted from the tip of the wand, like a long river, rushing towards Voldemort.

At this moment, Riddle was still just sitting elegantly on the chair, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, looking at Harry with a mocking expression.

He has this confidence that Harry can't hurt him at all.

This is so interesting.
To be continued...