Every soul in this world was so complex that even if one could truly peer into the soul's structure of Soul Black Lines at the level of a Magic Image, and even map and preserve it, it would still be difficult to analyze every detail of how it worked.
Within the great Ritual Magic, Anton sensed more than a thousand contestants, more than a thousand Boggarts, over a thousand Muggle participants, several hundred powerful Wizards serving as security and event organizers, and countless gazes converging through the Magic Mirrors.
In the Collective Consciousness formed by all these intelligent beings, everyone shone so brilliantly and was so complex, their influences crossing and mingling until they made a magnificent tapestry, like a beautiful map of the Universe's River of Stars.
Only from a vantage point like this could one truly feel the greatness of Life Existence itself, regardless of status or station.
Dumbledore's Spirituality was no more noble than Petunia Dursley's. Yes, it wasn't. Every person's mind was just as complex and unique, and equally magnificent in terms of Life Existence.
They were all the most complex and wondrous species on this planet—humans.
The greatest difference between Muggles and Wizards was that Wizards could harness Magical Power through the strength of their minds. At the same time, part of their minds was also affected by Magical Power and pushed toward extremes.
Yes, Wizards were beings whose minds became twisted and extreme.
They depended on Magical Power and were influenced by it, amplifying one part of themselves over and over.
When memories, which represented time, refused to fade, when emotions grew extreme, and when will became obsession, Wizards grew stronger—and found it harder and harder to break free.
As he sensed a particularly unusual Boggart, one that seemed to have been infused with