Such godlike magic, such a miraculous transformation, deeply astonished Dobby.
A towering mountain range stretched from west to east. Looking down from its highest peaks, it seemed that every beautiful sight in existence, whether real or imagined, filled the view.
Every detail was enough to make any passerby who knew nothing of its origins marvel, "Nature's wondrous creations."
But Dobby was surprised to find that Mr. Anthony Weasley didn't seem to be finished casting his spell.
"Not enough!"
Anton murmured, "Humanity's desire for power hasn't been fully tapped. It shouldn't be just rugged rocks, towering peaks, and steep, jagged cliffs."
"It should be full of life, brimming with vitality..."
As he murmured, the Snuffbox floated out of his Wizarding Robes pocket. One Potion Ingredient after another flew out, quickly circling around him. As the Magical Power surged and flowed, they quietly worked their inscrutable magic.
More pouches floated out of the Snuffbox and opened in midair. Seeds of all shapes and colors poured out, dancing in the gale as they drifted down from the high cliff and sailed into the distance.
"Haha..."
"Yes, that's it. I can feel it!"
Anton's eyes narrowed, a bright smile spreading across his face as he waved both hands again.
"I think..."
"I think I can feel myself blending into this river of Collective Consciousness, drifting within it, guiding it, directing its power to change the world."
"Its Magical Power is so vast, so vast that I'm no more than a speck of dust within it..."
"And the power I guide is but a drop in the ocean..."
Whoosh~~
The gale howled louder and louder. Clusters of clouds suddenly appeared on the horizon, gradually spreading toward the cliff where they stood.
The clouds darkened, blotting out the morning sunlight. At last, it seemed the whole