The Grey Wizard of Hogwarts

An interesting question.

How do we endow Boggarts with no attributes, and let them show attributes?

Albus's Transfiguration theory gave Anton the idea of ​​a state of transformation from 'nothing' to 'existence'. In this state, things are superimposed in an infinite state and seem to be close to 'nothing'.

But it is not 'nothing' after all, it is not affected by time, it is not guided by fate, and it is not drawn by people's hearts.

It's more like a disordered chaos - absolute will needs to be given, otherwise polymorphism will get out of control. This is Dumbledore's answer.

Will is like a guidepost for the collapse of chaos into real existence, guiding it to collapse, and the result of turning into reality is presented in the real world.

But Anton doesn't want a specific object, what he needs is an intermediate state that can be used as an experiment.

That is, the moment before the Boggart's state is guided from 'nothing' to approaching 'yes', the disordered chaos begins to collapse and form.

The most ingenious place is here.

A black magical creature like a boggart, it perceives the human mind as the fear in emotions, and it is the mind it reflects that gives it the will to transform.

Well, the answer is obvious.

"Twisted cage!"

Anton held the wand back and pointed at himself. The light of the wand instantly sank into his chest, adjusting his inner state little by little.

Then he looked at Dobby the house-elf. Dobby was guarding in front of a box at the moment, seeing Anton's view, he quickly opened the box in his hand.

It closed its eyes in fear, not daring to look at this oak box that was only the size of a Muggle shoebox. Dark magic creatures like Boggarts were so terrifying, it didn't want to face what it feared most in its heart.

However, it waited for a long time, but didn't hear any sound, opened its eyes strangely, looked at Anton, and then looked at the box in his hand.

In the end, it hastily turned the opening of the box towards itself, looking inside with eyes as big as tennis **** in panic. "Mr. Weasley! It's gone!"

Dobby looked at Anton with some fear, his whole body curled up habitually, "Mr. Weasley, please believe Dobby, Dobby took good care of these Boggarts and did not let them go! Dobby... "

Anton interrupted it, just shook his head, "It's not your fault, Dobby, it's because my magic didn't work, which caused this Boggart to face my original mind."

"Huh?" Dobby couldn't understand what Anton said.

"Well, because I have no fear in my heart, the Boggart disappeared naturally after feeling my heart." Anton smacked his mouth, "It seems that casting the 'Twisted Cage' on myself is not What's the use, the spiritual protection of a ray of sunshine magic has become instinctive, and it's hard to shake."

Anton waved his wand lightly, and countless black threads of soul spread out from his body, intersecting and weaving in mid-air, and finally turned into a three-meter-high figure in a wizard robe with a big hood.

He hadn't used this technique for a long time.

In the earliest days, the 'Tom Wreck' was used to assist spellcasting.

"Ah!" Dobby looked at the huge black figure in horror, and took a step back. The house elf has a very unique sensitivity to the breath, it can clearly feel that this black shadow is full of terrible madness, happiness, sadness, hesitation, etc. All kinds of extremely sharp breaths.

What a horrible monster it was, as if it was full of endless desires, Dobby didn't even know how to describe this thing.

"It's me, but it's not entirely me." Anton sensed Dobby's thoughts through the insanity, smiled slightly, and walked around this tall phantom thinking.

"The theory of the six elements of the soul is obviously not a very sound magic theory, is it?"

"This replica perfectly reproduces my memory, emotions, will, thinking, time and traces, but when we piece these together, we cannot form a complete person."

"In the final analysis, my life existence collection is not a complete life collection, it is just a kind of existence collection, and the resurrection technique performed from this collection also needs to rely on the 'long river of time'."

"Otherwise it should be like a Horcrux, directly carrying our existence in the real world."

This kind of collection of life existence is a very appropriate angle, it does not interfere with life and death, but retains a complete resurrection channel.

It's a pity that Dobby couldn't understand what Anton said.

"Dobby, go get another Boggart." Anton ordered, and began to perform some soul surgery on the three-meter black shadow in front of him.

This three-meter black shadow born in Anton's mind was actually very common in the wizarding world before. Although other people did not know how to cast such magic with souls like Anton, they could use the most extreme emotions to pry Magic is born.

Such as the obscurity of self-destructive tendencies, such as Professor Snape's black magic group.

Anton used this thing to assist in casting spells before, which was similar to how Dumbledore's nephew Credence used to blast a mountain silently.

Of course, because of Professor Voldemort's teachings, he used this thing more gracefully and lightly, unlike Credence who needed to fall into terrible emotions.

"Twisted cage!"

Anton cast magic again, and the light of the spell washed over the three-meter black shadow.

The effect he wanted was very simple, similar to the effect of Neville's parents being tortured by the Cruciatus Curse until they closed their hearts and twisted their minds into a cage.

At this time, the mind becomes very special.

Of the six elements of its soul, the five 'memory, emotion, will, thinking, and time' all disappeared, leaving only traces.

Traces of memory, traces of emotion, traces of will, traces of thinking and traces of time.

Dobby held the box and squatted in the corner with some fear, watching Anton, the terrible wizard, cast a spell on a terrible monster, and then, the terrible monster looked even more terrifying.

It felt the breath of this monster from a distance, and began to become ethereal, ethereal as if it was that kind of dementor, oh, not the empty shell of a dementor, but more empty feeling.

Perhaps, the Grim Reaper?

Dobby didn't know, he had never seen such magic before.

"Quack quack..."

Anton's figure twisted on the wall of the room under the light of the candle lamp, exuding the smell of madness, which was particularly terrifying.

"Dobby! Dobby! Quick! Bring the Boggart!"

Dobby stepped forward slowly, full of apprehension, holding the box in his hand far away with some fear, hoping to stay away from all this as much as possible.

Mr. Weasley had meant to come on his own, it had been loyal to him, had volunteered to come and help.

Loyal to ~www.NovelMTL.com~!

Dobby can't panic!

It wants Mr. Weasley to know that he is so loyal.

Dobby took a deep breath, and suddenly opened the box in his hand, only to see a cloud of black mist floating out of the box, circling and twisting in mid-air, looking particularly weird.

"Aha~" Anton exclaimed excitedly, "Dobby, have you seen that? Doesn't Boggart's current image look a bit like Muran?!"

"It was just too much fun!"

Dobby struggled to give an ugly smile, "Yes, yes, Mr. Weasley, it's very interesting!"

It almost cried from fright!

Hold on, Dobby, he's loyal Dobby!

(end of this chapter)