What Kind of Bizarre Fetish Was That?

How strange!

Extremely strange!

Voldemort had neither come for them nor laid any ambush.

Anton had already prepared for another great battle with Old Voldy. He could also test what he had learned during this time and see how effective it would be in actual combat.

Yet after Carina Potter excitedly described their experimental results, Old Voldy was still nowhere to be seen.

Had he failed to notice? Anton could not help entertaining that possibility.

He did not know when Voldemort had come into contact with the Potter family. Perhaps it had been after he was severely injured by Dumbledore's magical assault, which had borrowed Peter Pettigrew's life force? Or perhaps after his soul had been wounded by his own "Voldemort's Faint Melancholy"?

Anton could only speculate. He remained wary while directing all his attention toward the Potter family's research results.

He had spread his own research precisely so it could flourish under other people's differing perspectives. Something this important could not be abandoned just because of one Old Voldy.

At worst, he would die.

He had a Horcrux himself. It was now buried in the deepest depths beneath where the Elephant-eating Vine of the New Hut had taken root, and the Resurrection Ritual had long since been prepared.

The Potter family's research was still based on experiments using the magical power of "Wrathful Spirits"—ghosts imbued with extreme hatred; see Chapter 584.

For Muggle-born Squibs, this method essentially used such extreme emotions to pry open the Muggle's own magic, creating a "Wizard Animagus," then layering it with their own bloodline.

It sounded incredible, but the actual results were far from ideal.

But if the subject was not a Muggle-born Squib, but a Wizard Squib, the results could not only help Squibs awaken their magic and trigger a Magic Outburst, but