Anton Was Dead! But Not Quite!

Boom!

A terrifying mass of black fog exploded in the corridor, turning into countless crisscrossing black threads. Red lightning surged faintly within them.

Roaring.

The black threads covering the corridor suddenly contracted into a mass of black fog, then charged deeper inside once more.

"Damn!"

"Damn!"

The roars from within the fog came with a muffled rumble, stirring up surging Magical Power and twisting everything around it.

Anton had become a mass of black threads.

A unique Fantastic Beast like a Runespoor had powerful Magical Power surging through its body, far surpassing that of an ordinary Master of Magic. And that wasn't even mentioning how this thing had somehow been fused with three people using the methods of a Horcrux!

No!

It should be four!

That lunatic Voldemort had stuffed Sirius, Peter Pettigrew, and Barty Crouch Jr. into the body of a Runespoor.

He had exploited the unique structure of a Runespoor's Bloodline Magic, which allowed its body to contain three intelligences.

Then he had stuffed his own Horcrux in there too!

He had put it inside the Runespoor's body, turning it into the Runespoor's instinct.

Anton could more or less figure out what methods he had used.

There was the method behind Horcruxes, the method used to possess Professor Quirrell, and most importantly...

Anton hadn't expected the biggest beneficiary of the Animagus knowledge in his book Muggles, Werewolves, and Pure-bloods to be Old Voldy.

Well, that made sense!

Old Voldy wasn't just a powerful combat Wizard. His Magical Wisdom was far beyond that of ordinary people. How could everyone else have research results while Old Voldy had none? He should have realized this sooner.

That was incredible!

That was freaking incredible!

Anton's thinking had always centered on Wizards. He was always thinking about how to acquire the Bloodline Magic