"Professor, life is a very wondrous state. It's incredibly complex. You can't ignore the greatness of life itself just because you have a cheat like a Horcrux."
Anton was a little helpless.
"Greatness? Bella?" Voldemort couldn't help laughing. For a moment, he didn't know what to say, but at least he sat back down.
"Yes. Every life is equally great." Anton looked at Voldemort with utmost seriousness. "Some people gain great power or authority and take it upon themselves to decide whether others live or die, believing everyone else to be nothing but ants."
"But it's not like that. From the perspective of spirituality, from the perspective of life itself, we are all equal."
Voldemort pressed his lips together. "I don't want to discuss this with you. My patience is limited. Since you want me to understand why you can't do it, you'd better get to the point."
"That's the point." Anton gently waved his wand. A ball of multicolored light immediately floated in midair. "Suppose this is a person's spirituality, or what we might call the Ego."
He lightly tapped his wand, and a heart appeared beside it, beating. Countless Soul Black Lines stretched between the two.
"The heart represents life in the real world. Spirituality relies on life to manifest in the real world."
As he spoke, the heart began to beat, and the Soul Black Lines surged out of it, taking the shape of a person.
"Ultimately, they form a person, a real existence."
Anton gave his wand a gentle wave, and several scenes appeared beside the figure.
One showed flowers blooming, ants crawling beneath them, and butterflies fluttering in the sky.
Another showed a mother looking at her fallen child, aching to pick them up, while the father called out, 'You should let them get back