Anton rolled his eyes. "So everything I just said went in one ear and out the other?"
Voldemort's voice was dry and hoarse. "I just want to know whether it's possible or not."
"It is." Anton answered bluntly, then sighed. "But not in the way you think."
"What do you mean?" Voldemort stared intently into Anton's eyes.
"Exactly what I just told you." Anton ran a hand through his hair, feeling rather helpless. He really didn't know how to explain it to Old Voldy.
Yes, he didn't necessarily have to explain it to Old Voldy.
But if even one of the world's top wizards, Voldemort, couldn't understand it, how could he ever spread this theory of his?
He wasn't planning to spread it now, of course. But what about the future?
He didn't want to take all the things he'd worked so hard to study to his grave. He'd much rather have future wizards continue along the magical path he'd figured out and venture toward ever more wondrous magic.
That was his highest aspiration as a transmigrator and as someone who loved magic with a fervor.
The title Forerunner really did appeal to him.
Anton smacked his lips and thought for a moment, then decided to explain it from an angle Old Voldy was familiar with. "I know your research tends to focus on the body and Wizard Bloodline."
"You should know how Dark Magic affects wizards, right?"
Voldemort nodded. "It twists the mind. I very much agree with the views you laid out in Wizards as Gods."
Great. Anton had finally found an angle Old Voldy could understand.
He grew excited, gesturing animatedly as he explained. "We use extreme emotions to cast extreme magic—in other words, Dark Magic. Then Dark Magic affects us in turn, driving our emotions to