He came out of the Brain Room and returned to the Rotunda.
The smooth, pitch-black floor reflected his figure. Twelve doors revolved rapidly around the Rotunda, making it impossible to tell which one he had just entered the Brain Room through.
As they spun, Anthony felt the 'self' nurtured by the Golden Snitch rapidly fading from his awareness.
"An Animagus?"
Anthony raised an eyebrow. This advanced Transfiguration had a curious effect: it could flip everything on a wizard's body and wrap it inside an animal's form.
No matter how many clothes he was wearing.
He had to admit, the magic Old Voldy had devised was impressive. Based on Horcruxes and possession magic, it made 'Sirius Black', 'Peter Pettigrew', 'Barty Crouch Jr.', and the Horcrux-possessed Runespoor into Animagi who were all connected to one another.
It was essentially like a polyhedron.
No matter how this tetrahedral Animagus was flipped, only one face could appear at a time.
But as long as it flipped to the 'Runespoor' face, its ability to support three minds would allow the magic of three top wizards to flow through the Runespoor, unleashing immense combat power.
Then...
It must have flipped to another face again, carrying the Runespoor and his Golden Snitch along with it.
Only, he didn't know which face it had flipped to.
"Gah-gah-gah..."
"It doesn't matter!"
Anthony gently raised his hand. The Elder Wand in it could channel magic even more powerfully than 'Tom's Remains' had, and it was especially useful.
He flicked his wand.
"Creak, creak!"
Spell-light poured from the tip of the wand like mist, spilled onto the floor, rose to the ceiling, and turned into a sea of clouds that swept in every direction.
Plump little birds flitted through the clouds, smashing through every door around the Rotunda in an instant.