Anton wasn't suffering from the kind of trouble Old Voldy had imagined would come from being trapped in Ritual Magic.
On the contrary, he felt incredible.
He had never felt this good!
He could feel his River of Spirituality merging with the moon's River of Spirituality. The sensation was so unique that words could hardly describe it. For one brief moment, he even felt as though he was the moon, and the moon was him.
No, that feeling was real!
Anton could even treat this merging of spiritualities as a different kind of Horcrux!
It was a wondrous sensation, as if the moon had become his Horcrux.
Yes, Voldemort had studied Horcruxes, Snape had studied Horcruxes, and Dumbledore had studied Horcruxes. But they had all forgotten that before Anton arrived in this world, none of them had ever thought to keep researching them.
They were all content to stand still, thinking that once they had learned the magic of Horcruxes, that was all there was to it.
Anton was the one who had introduced this world to the drive to delve deeper into the paths of magic. That was the greatest change he had brought to it.
For hundreds, even thousands of years, wizards had remained almost primitive in their society. The wizarding world had stagnated in magic, too. Even the occasional decent invention could hardly be called groundbreaking.
Modern wizards couldn't make Magical Items or Alchemy products better than the Three Deathly Hallows. They couldn't invent magic more powerful than Horcruxes or the Three Unforgivable Curses, either. Nor could they breed Fantastic Beasts or Dark Magic Creatures more powerful than Basilisks, Werewolves, and Dementors.
But now, Anton could proudly say that they had. And there would be more to come.
Because he had already brought so much change to