The Grey Wizard of Hogwarts

Manhattan, New York, a corner of Central Park.

In the lush Central Park in the very center of the city, an official Muggle technician is holding an instrument and pushing a small cart to draw an area on the ground with white powder.

There is a full 2-acre area, which is slightly larger than a large football field. Hidden behind tall trees and rocks, but that's okay, it won't be visible to Muggle eyes afterwards.

"I think I can get your permission to have an office building in this building. This will definitely help the communication between the wizarding society and the Muggle society. We can be responsible for the water and electricity consumption of the entire building, what do you think?" Mr. President Tom Stark looked at Anton expectantly.

"Our Magic Congress also wants a floor, I think this is a good opportunity for communication, so we will send people to continue to provide maintenance for the beef fruit trees in the building.

"The Witch Speaker Freya Avery also said.

Dumbledore stood aside, looked at the two thoughtfully, and smiled slightly, "Maybe the International Federation of Wizards can also settle in Anton Mansion, which is obviously a good idea."

For such a proposal, the people around are obviously very excited. Because of Anton's plan to build a shelter, many people stopped their movements and came here curiously, intending to see how Anton would build a venue that could accommodate tens of millions of people.

"A whole floor is impossible." Anton shrugged. "Although the elephant vines have mutated enough under the cultivation of our hut, they can't support a building that is too tall."

He took out a small flower pot from his snuffbox, and in it was a mammoth vine, which grew from the flame mammoth bred by George Fred.

With the nourishment of the magma urine, dark golden lines appeared, which looked extraordinarily mysterious.

The Elephant Vine twisted its vine, revealing a small flower bud full of fangs, and yelled at Anton.

Anton scratched its chin with a smile, which made Xiao Huabao tremble happily.

"The plan is to only have 9 and a half floors, but believe me, the space inside will be large enough..."

To achieve this, all you need is a 'Traceless Stretching Curse'. Of course, it is definitely not a simple matter to give it both stability and scalability.

Anton glanced at Grindelwald in the crowd, and Voldemort standing on the branch of a tall tree in the distance, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

With a light wave of the magic wand in his hand, the flowerpot floated high and landed in the center of the planned area.

The snuffbox floated beside him, from which potion ingredients and ritual spellcasting ingredients kept flying out, and were quickly processed in mid-air.

It is not difficult for Anton to build a house and cast the traceless stretching spell.

But with what he saw and heard in New York this time, Anton began to have some magical ideas.

Collective consciousness is an extremely powerful force. It gathers the desires of countless hearts, and it can leverage a huge magic power more than a single heart.

This kind of magical power affects the environment, breeds life, and is even enough to endow the moon and sun in the sky, the breeze blowing, and the dense clouds and rain with magical attributes.

The "Traces of Time" magic developed by Anton uses this method to cast spells.

The effect is remarkable, he cast such a past wizards

The magic of retracing a huge event that is simply unimaginable.

And the tens of millions of people in this city in front of them are suffering from the flames of war, and their longing for a stable and peaceful shelter is definitely strong and strong.

As long as you leverage this collective consciousness and guide it with your own will, you can cast the same extremely powerful magic.

A magic more powerful than the 'traces of time' magic.

This method of casting spells is different from the previous method of prying on one's own emotions, will, and memory. Instead, it uses one's own emotions, will, and memories as the fulcrum to pry collective consciousness. Anton called it "grey magic." '!

The characteristics of this magic power are so thin and long and profound, so huge and thick but ethereal and traceless.

This is because Anton has studied "ritual magic" to a certain extent before he can come into contact with such a magical field. There are traces to follow along the way. Although he just had some ideas, he is quite handy in using them.

Tens of millions of people in this city yearn for a peaceful and stable shelter, such a collective consciousness...

By way of ritual magic...

Leverage all this with your own will, use the Elephant Elephant Vine as the bearer of the reality level, and rely on the "Untraceable Stretching Curse" as the support.

Ears of wheat, dew, candles, daggers, and mice, these five things are the main carriers of ritual magic, floating around Anton, and magic power surges towards the surroundings.

Anton waved his wand, and walked slowly to the side of the Elephant Elephant Vine, raised his hands lightly, holding the wand with his fingers, as if playing some kind of music.

He slowly raised his head and nodded towards the others.

So the members of the Magic Congress used the floating spell to control a beef fruit tree to the southwest, and they will plant dozens of beef fruit trees in suitable places according to the guidance of Anton's magic.

Professor McGonagall, as the most powerful master in the field of "Untraceable Stretching Curse", walked to the southeast to help Anton build this magic.

The other partners of the hut help to arrange a huge cellar due north to contain the magma of the flame mammoth. In the future, a large number of flame mammoths will be raised here to provide this magma, and they will live together with the beef fruit tree on the first floor of the building.

Dumbledore frowned, feeling the unique magic surge around him, and looked at Grindelwald suspiciously.

Voldemort on the treetops glanced at the magic Anton was casting now, and then looked up at the 'Traces of Time' magic covering the city, he couldn't help but gasped.

It cannot be said to be a coincidence that similar casting methods reappeared. This meant that the boy Anton had quietly stepped into a certain magical field, a magical field that he had never touched before.

Moreover, he could vaguely feel that the magic Anton studied seemed to be completely opposite to his method.

Lao Fu pays more attention to the extreme of emotions and the concentration of magic power, while Anton's kind seems to be extremely lax, so lax and thin that it would take a lot of effort to cast a floating spell, but it seems to be everywhere.

It reminded him of moonlight with its magical powers.

Anton fell into an extremely strange feeling at this moment.

In the surge of magic power, countless thoughts began to spread towards him from every corner of the city. That feeling was complicated and orderly, extremely unique.

These thoughts did not erode into Anton's thinking, but carried on the magic power, like a long river, flowing around Anton's thinking according to certain laws.

It is everyone's desire for a quiet and peaceful shelter, the desire to be protected from harm, and the yearning for a better living environment. Following the guidance of Anton's will, they rush towards the eclipse vine.

As a result, the Elephant Elephant Vine tore apart the pot, took root in the earth, and grew wildly towards the sky, interweaving vertically and horizontally, weaving a thick high wall with mysterious lines little by little to welcome the sun. The windows where the breeze enters, the pillars that look thick and strong...

One floor...two floors...three floors...

Constantly weaving and interlacing upwards.

Anton's lake of mind is observing and recording this piece of information bit by bit. Perhaps in the future he can directly copy it like the magic of "Traces of Time" instead of recreating this difficult-to-copy, capable of producing such a piece of information. The environmental basis of collective consciousness.

Everything in front of me seems to be irrigated by magic, and then weaves into a wizard tower like a Muggle building.

But in fact, its essential magical operation is still the same as that of black magic creatures-the collective consciousness environment affects the individual "eating elephant vine", and breeds the black magic creature "shelter tower".

Yes, how can the shelter that carries the collective consciousness longing to be protected forever peaceful and peaceful, be just a house, and it will become a 'Xanadu' that will not be attacked or influenced by the outside world.

This elephant vine building is alive.

To put it simply, the eclipse vine was catalyzed into a black magic creature by the influence of the magic power of the environment.

——It is not the vines of the elephant vine that are weaving a building, but the vines are changing into a dark magic creature in the shape of a building!

What's interesting is that black magic creatures are rules-based creatures, and simple physical or magical attacks can't hurt them at all.

The most intuitive naked eye feeling of all this is that the building that is being conceived little by little is slowly fading to the point that it seems

The Buddha has to become transparent.

If there is nothing, sometimes it seems that it does not exist when you look at it attentively. If you glance at it inadvertently, you can see a building woven with plants and vines.

Between the virtual and the real, it is especially magical.

As the saying goes, experts watch the doorway, and laymen watch the fun. Muggles who are lucky enough to watch are going crazy. Politicians are amazed, and scientists are even calling miracles.

As for wizards...

Well, even Dumbledore stared at the scene in astonishment, let alone everyone else.

He knew about the Elephant Elephant Vine. Anton used it to build two huts at school. At first, he thought the whimsical idea was quite childish, but after seeing too much, it was just like that.

But this strange feeling between reality and reality, but I can't figure it out.

What's the matter with the feeling that the building has a faint rhythm of life, breathing and wriggling?

How did Anton do it?

Quack quack.

Anton didn't know either.

This is where the gray magic is interesting. It only serves as a fulcrum, and the completed magic is handed over to the collective consciousness environment.

In the corner of the crowd, Anna stared blankly at the building, and suddenly remembered that an old witch Anna who might exist in her future had come to look for her, and said that Anton would create a world of wizards' sanctuary. (chapter 655)

"Is this where the dream started?" she murmured subconsciously.

Anna stared at the figure who was waving a magic wand as if he was directing a symphony, and watched him direct the construction of a magical building. No, she knew that Anton continued to open up a magical world.

Her eyes were full of stars, Anna looked back, New York City was going through a nuclear explosion and entered the next reincarnation, and this place is like a peaceful harbor in a storm, so full of vitality.

Anton is working miracles!

In just a few years, his growth rate is so fast.

Anna followed Anton all the way, starting from Pedro's island, drifting on the ocean, and drifting towards France in a poor way.

At that time, Anton didn't know much about magic, and he was full of burdens behind him, and he worked hard to support his family.

Later, after returning to England, Lupine was finally able to support the family. Anton began to learn spells and potions with the old wizard Fiennes, and gradually showed his excellent side in the field of magic.

Then he entered school, and as he studied year after year, he was even faintly at the same level as top wizards such as Dumbledore, Grindelwald, Voldemort, and Nicolas May by the third grade.

When Anna thought that Anton had reached the top, she was shocked to find that Anton continued to think about the path of magic just under her nose, and began to walk out of the domain of several teachers and walked towards her own path.

"Don't drop too much!" Anna waved her small fist and smiled sweetly, "Anna has to keep up."

She also has her magical path, and she knows how she should continue to improve, but everything seems so difficult.

She loves time travel, but sometimes dreads time travel.

When a person is fettered and afraid of losing everything he has, how can he easily abandon everything and step into the world?

In the long river of time.

But now, Anton gave her an example, telling her—hey, don't think so much, just do it, just do it.

Yes, do it, step into the long river of time, and obtain the power that belongs to her.

Then

, Continue to stand shoulder to shoulder with Anton, no, as long as you can stand quietly behind him and look at him, it will be fine.

"Hee hee~"

Anna smiled slightly, glanced at Anton again, and slowly walked out of the crowd, out of the area affected by Anton's magic of breaking away from 'Traces of Time'.

boom!

She could feel the horror of a nuclear explosion, destroying her instantly.

However, at the moment of destruction, the Time Converter hanging in her neckline was spinning rapidly, faster and faster.

Events are backtracked again.

However, Anna did not appear on the back of the concrete silver dragon flying in mid-air, as if she had disappeared into this world.

As for where did Anna go?

Of course, it is to go to the most interesting treasure in the long river of time, the time that Anton and her collected that did not belong to this world.

She has a lot to learn, such as the knowledge of communication technology, which will help her research the magic phone, combining science and alchemy.

There are also nuclear bombs. After experiencing so many terrible nuclear explosions, Anna is very interested in this most powerful Muggle invention.

She also hopes to learn this knowledge from the long river of time.

knowledge.

Oh, thinking about it this way, it seems like she is going to spend an extremely long time in the long river of time.

Fortunately, that was the long river of time that Anton carried. She was not alone, and she could visit Anton anytime.

The time-turner hanging on her neckline was spinning around.

That thing looks extremely small, nested layer by layer, with different rotation speeds, rolling extremely fast.

While the metal structure flickered alternately, the time scale on it kept rolling.

In just an instant, she was brought to a station shining brightly.

A unique platform, surrounded by railways twisting and extending in all directions, blending into white light at the end.

At this moment, there were already several witches on the platform staring at her.

There are grown-ups with exploding figures, old witches with scars on their faces, leaning on huge crutches, and wearing scary huge distorted wizard hats, and adult witches with cold and stern faces...

These people are all Anna. Anna Rozier.

"I warned you!" the old witch yelled at Anna, "I warned you, give that **** rabbit with tentacles and tongues to Anton, and urge him to study this!"

"You didn't take my words seriously, you didn't do it well..."

Before she could finish her words, a piece of skin began to fall off her wrinkled face. From the skin, it was a multicolored fluorescent light.

Pieces of skin fell off, turning into smoke in mid-air

Dust, and eventually the whole person dissipates in the air.

This means that this "possible future" self no longer has the possibility of existence.

At the same time, the mature woman looked at Anna with a relieved face, pursed her lips, and only showed a gentle smile on her face. Colorful light spots began to fall towards the ground from all over her body, and finally dissipated.

It's not just her, everyone on this magical platform is collapsing, and the whole person explodes, turning into pieces of colored paper floating in the air, flying like a firework.

Anna pursed her lips and didn't speak. She just stood on the platform and looked into the distance in silence.

This situation is terrible in the eyes of the time traveler, because everything in the future may have disappeared and turned into nothingness, and she can no longer receive any guiding information at this point in time.

That's the scary thing about time travel.

Every time travel means that you have entered a new path, and everything extended by the past time will collapse and disappear.

Loneliness will spread out from the cracks in the bones.

Even if the time traveler can go to any crowded place at will, he can only hide in the dark, quietly

Quietly, carefully watching the world as if separated by a screen.

Be careful at any time, beware of being completely swallowed up by the long river of time, and never disappear again.

Anna took a deep breath, stretched out her hand into the void, flicked a ticking time converter with her light white fingers, and in an instant, different scenes began to change rapidly in front of the platform.

In the end, everything settled down on a dark street.

She can see herself who traveled here for the first time, UU Reading www. uukanshu.com is walking to the distance in a daze to look for Anton, and you can also see the

Anton was lying on the ground with a bruised nose and swollen face for picking up a few bottles for coming to Xinjie Street.

Stretching out his wand, cast the Disillusionment Charm on himself, and walked straight into this world without wizards.

The time Anton collected was special. In a world without wizards, as long as a simple disillusionment spell and all kinds of simple magic, you can live here for a long time and learn everything you want to learn.

Instead of worrying about meeting other wizards in an important scientific research laboratory, changing time and causing dire dangers.

"come on!"

Anna waved her small fist to cheer herself up.

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