Most of the people involved in this incident, whether Muggles or wizards, couldn't value their own minds as highly as Anton did.
The slightest sign of his mind slipping out of his control would be caught by him with razor-sharp sensitivity.
A mind like his, one he had thoroughly understood and guarded with A Ray of Sunshine, wouldn't change because of an explosion or even a brush with death.
At this moment, he was his true self.
He would only become the person he wanted to be. He wouldn't be changed by his surroundings, society, or experiences.
Mind Over Matter. Nothing else.
That was the foundation of Anton's magic.
So, what could possibly be affecting his mind?
After all, what he wanted most right now wasn't to calmly discuss academic research with Old Voldy like before. He wanted to unleash his strongest attack and kill the bastard.
Everyone had their limits. Old Voldy wanted to kill him and everyone he cared about. He wasn't in the mood to chat right now.
Suddenly, A Stir in the Heart. Hmm, the Lake of the Mind trembled faintly.
He blinked and looked at a body sprawled on the ground. It was the Dark Wizard who had won the dubious prize of being caught in Anton's large-scale magic experiment at the hotel. The Dark Magic Creature on him had disappeared?
That was right. Anton could sense that not a Trace of the Dark Magic Creature remained on the man.
"Facing your true self?" Anton couldn't help thinking of the Dark Magic Creature's magical ability. His expression abruptly turned strange.
So...
When he had just cast the Traces of Time spell, had he accidentally dragged the Dark Magic Creature into it too?
That wasn't good. Anything unexpected was bound to throw his plans off.
Thinking