Using his own will to set off an eruption of magic from the Collective Consciousness was a remarkably novel spellcasting experience.
After completing the spell, Anton rubbed the Wand in his hand and watched with interest as the Elephant-Eating Vine evolved into the Dark Magic Creature known as the Sanctuary Tower.
He wondered what kind of method the Wizard in the ancient Azkaban Island castle had used to turn sailors from the past into Dementors.
The study of magic was sometimes less lonely than one might imagine. He often found kindred spirits in the history of Wizards.
Even if they had sometimes pursued different lines of research, and even if they had not built their Magical Theory into a system as he had.
Just then, footsteps sounded behind him.
Anton turned around. Lupin was staring up in amazement as the Elephant-Eating Vine sent its vines shooting out and wove the structure of a building high into the sky.
"What is this..."
"A Dark Magic Creature?"
"Good eye!" Anton raised an eyebrow and grinned. See? His fields of research often bore traces of these teachers. He could always find people to talk to about them, and never felt lonely just because he had gone too far.
He smiled at Lupin. "You said that the classifications of Dark Magic Creatures could all be explained using knowledge of Mysticism. What classification do you think this building belongs to?"
"That's an easy one!" Lupin gave a slightly bashful smile. "The Goddess of Night is known for her compassion and offers shelter to all living things. To humans, she governs houses, defenses, walls, castles, and everything of that sort. From the perspective of forest animals, she is the goddess who shelters them in their caves. From the perspective of plants, she is the goddess of