Chapter 109 Grindelwald's Eyes

In the principal's office, Dumbledore found a box from the bookshelf cabinet. It was bronze in color, covered with strange gray and silver patterns, square and square, almost the size of a human head.

He looked at it with some nostalgia, gently wiped the dust on it, and put it on the desk.

Tap the wand lightly, the magic light flickers, and the box stretches naturally, revealing an eyeball inside.

An eyeball the size of a basketball.

"Grindelwald's eyes, this..."

Before Dumbledore finished speaking, Anton exclaimed, "Did you goug out his eyes?"

"!!!"

Dumbledore rarely raised his tone with excitement, "This is an alchemy item!"

"Oh." Anton breathed a sigh of relief.

Mom~

Sometimes in the wizarding world, many things cannot be explained in common sense, and it seems that it is not unacceptable to gouge out an eyeball.

This eyeball looks like a crystal ball, inside which there is a thick black mist swirling, and from time to time there are azure blue electric lights flickering.

Lao Deng stroked his eyeballs and said with a smile, "Grindelwald is a prophet, he can always see some pictures of the future, in order for me to have this wonderful ability, he made this eye."

He squeezed his eyes and showed a childish mocking expression, "But he failed."

"This eye can't let people see the future, it can only explore the truth." Lao Deng raised his finger and said with some pride, "Explore the truth deep in the soul."

He pointed to the chair across the desk and told Anton to sit down.

Then his slender hands full of strange rings supported his eyes and turned the direction, aiming the middle pupil at Anton.

"Looking at it, this thing is not so effective. You need to completely open your heart, just like looking in the mirror to find the acne on your face, longing to see the truth of your soul."

"It's like looking in a mirror."

"I know you can. Your child's desire to explore is so pure."

Lao Deng muttered in a very subtle tone, but Anton could only see his own reflection in the pupils of his eyes, nothing else.

The skin is white and tender, moist and shiny, super handsome.

"The eyes don't seem to work."

"Stop paying attention to this eye, look at yourself in the pupil..."

boom!

There was a soundless explosion, as if the whole world exploded suddenly, Anton's field of vision shuttled quickly, and everything he saw was colorful and thick fog.

to the deepest point.

A strange image appeared in front of Anton.

A soul that looked translucent and black, Anton recognized that it was his current appearance.

Countless black lines are connected to another soul, a soul that is so distorted that it is almost impossible to see the human form clearly.

It's just that the soul cracked countless cracks, and countless electric lights extended from the cracks, which made the soul twist and howl in pain—this soul seemed to be torn into a thick fog at any time.

"Hey, there are two souls in your body." Dumbledore's figure appeared beside him, looking at the image curiously, "It looks like twins, but unfortunately your connection has not been completely broken, it is with you shared a body."

Anton pursed his lips and didn't answer, but just looked at the twisted soul inexplicably.

Dumbledore exclaimed, "Your twin brother lives in your body, and it seems that he has not been born with intelligence. The wonders of this world are always endless to explore, and various coincidences will always create the talent of each individual."

"Because of this unconscious soul, you have an extra shield to deal with the spell against the soul. Your achievements in transformation also come from its instability."

Anton looked at the soul silently, and finally sighed.

"Is there a way to cut off the connection between us so that he can completely walk into the world of dead souls?"

Dumbledore looked at him in surprise, "If this is the case, you will completely lose these talents, the talent of transformation, the talent of resisting soul attacks."

Anton shook his head, "I owe it to him, right? I robbed his body, and I used him as a shield, and I also used his torn characteristics to achieve the talent of transformation."

"He looked too miserable for my liking."

"I don't want to owe him this. I'd rather become an ordinary person than see him in so much pain."

Dumbledore smiled, and patted Anton on the shoulder lightly, "You have qualities that most people don't have."

"No regrets?"

"No regrets!"

"You really don't regret it?"

"Old man, are you annoying? I really regret it, but if you do something, if you have the ability, can you help me?"

Dumbledore shrugged, "I really have a way to do it, they all call me the greatest white wizard of this century, I have a way too much."

As he spoke, he winked his eyes mischievously.

He looked at Anton seriously, "A lot of times, excellent people will say that if they can become a little more ordinary, it might be good. But they don't know the pain of ordinary people at all. Those people only want their own Even if you are a little bit better, you will be thankful."

Anton looked at Dumbledore indifferently, "Believe me, I know the ordinary feeling, if you talk so much, I will really regret it."

Taking a deep breath, "Do it!"

"As you wish." Dumbledore smiled, "If your talent becomes ordinary because of this, I will compensate you, after all, I caused it myself."

He raised his hand and gently stretched out his slender fingers.

"You're right, I won't be polite to you." Anton's eyes widened suddenly in the middle of speaking.

I saw Lao Deng's fingers bursting out with green magic light, rushing towards the black line connecting the two souls, and with a light flick, several strands were broken.

He suddenly felt that the whole person became much more relaxed.

But that's not the point.

Anton stared at Dumbledore dumbfounded, "Avada, who casts spells without a staff, casts spells silently... eats big melons?"

You bad old man used a spell to restrict my use of black magic, but you are acting like this?

It is cast without a stick, and it is a silent curse. Do you know that this is an unforgivable curse? ah?

Dumbledore smiled funnyly, "Soul Scalpel, your invention, is very useful, isn't it?"

Yes Yes Yes.

you are awesome.

Anton rolled his eyes wordlessly.

"..."

"..."

As the connecting black lines disconnected, Anton felt extremely comfortable. It was like carrying dozens of sacks of sand on his body, but now that the bags are taken away, the whole person becomes more relaxed.

He even had a feeling of wishful control over his body.

He raised his hand and looked at it with some surprise.

Anton was sure that it would be very easy for him to make several fingers into werewolf fingers, adder tails and color-changing windbird wings at the same time.

So, in fact, cutting the soul of the original body that was about to be torn apart made him more talented in transformation?

Is it the soul of the original body hindering his own development?

Dumbledore's movements were fast, clean, precise and elegant, a perfect operation.

With the last light touch, the two souls were completely separated.

Then a magical scene appeared.

A kind of translucent curtain that seems to exist or does not exist appears in mid-air, as if it has been there forever, and it is only after death that one can truly see it.

The unconscious soul began to float towards the veil, with a smile on its face, as if to say—hey, great, it's over.

"Deng...Dumbledore, did you see it?" Anton was stunned.

"Unbelievable!" Dumbledore also had a stunned expression.

"So!" Anton grabbed Dumbledore's arm vigorously, and pointed viciously at the soul floating towards the curtain, "What the hell is me being used as a shield. In the end, the whole soul is about to be torn?"

Dumbledore had a hellish expression, "It seems so."

"Quick, help me untie the restriction, I'm going to cast a killing curse on him!" Anton was furious.

Seeing that Dumbledore was unmoved, Anton drew out his wand angrily, "Arrow Curse!"

Phew, an arrow flew towards the soul.

He felt that releasing the spell now became extraordinarily smooth and natural, and the power was obviously increased a lot, but this made him more and more unhappy.

Oh, so I was dragged down by this guy before?

"All petrified!"

"Pull the rope!"

"Loyal Guardian!"

"Fire Elephant Curse!"

"..."

Dumbledore grabbed him firmly from behind, "Calm down, boy, calm down, aren't you very angry? Don't be like this!"

"I'm so angry, I want him to die!"

Suddenly, Anton rolled his eyes and passed out.

"Oops!" Dumbledore stared at the soul that was almost out of shape, "Your soul doesn't look very good!"