"Huh?" Anton lowered the hand gripping his wand and raised an eyebrow. "Old Snape is awesome!"
An idol truly was an idol. He'd actually reached into the realm of life.
Oh, come to think of it, from the very beginning—from the first private Potions lesson Snape had taught Anton—it seemed his theories had always been aimed at exploring the realm of life.
Theories about souls, blood, and the physical body's existence in reality.
For some reason, Anton suddenly realized that this powerful wizard, who had displayed a Potions talent far beyond the ordinary even as a student, hadn't stagnated over the years. He'd simply immersed himself in the most difficult and cutting-edge fields, unable to tear himself away.
Perhaps he'd only wanted to resurrect Lily at first?
But whatever the case, with Anton—the transmigrator—having arrived, Old Snape, his idol, had finally taken that step and reached the realm of life he'd been striving for.
Anton could sense that the wizards and Muggles walking through the Silver Forest toward the Veil weren't merely souls.
The most amazing thing Old Snape had done wasn't keeping those souls there.
In the forest forged from silver light, they still retained their traces in the world—all their love, hatred, and everything else connected to it—or, in other words, their Spirituality.
Blood made real—or, in the symbolic language of Ritual Magic, a heart—beat within their souls.
If you looked with the naked eye, you could see a beating heart in the pale, ghostly souls of every person in the Silver Forest, with countless currents of life force flowing through them in complex yet natural ways.
"How did he do that?!" Grindelwald and Dumbledore were both stunned.
Honestly, they hadn't really taken Severus Snape seriously before. He wasn't one of the factors that demanded particular consideration when