"Three months..."

Anton clicked his tongue, "In just three months, under Voldemort's confusion spell, I was able to do so many things."

"Everything looks like chaos."

He turned to look at Grindelwald, "Aren't you going to Hogwarts with me?"

"No!"

Grindelwald's words were particularly firm, "There are many messy scenes in the future, but no matter which one, Dumbledore is dead. I will wait patiently for this day."

Anton shrugged, "Okay then."

He squinted at the sky and took a deep breath.

"That's right. I can't force anyone else. These things all started because of me. It's up to me to calm everything down."

Anton's eyes flashed, as if there was a ray of hazy sunshine.

"I like Hogwarts, I like Dumbledore, I like Snape, I like George and Fred, I like Neville, I like Hannah, I like Draco, I like spending time at school

every moment of time.”

"There are things that should be done and things that should not be done."

"I can't stay out of it."

"Then risk your life."

He thought for a while, looked at Grindelwald seriously and sincerely, "Thank you for your teaching these days."

"That's not what I want to teach you. You've gone astray." Lao Ge curled his lips, "Wizards are looking for the path of magic, and magic is also looking for wizards."

"Let's do this. I'll teach you a simpler one, guaranteed to be useful."

Grindelwald looked Anton up and down, and secretly added in his mind, at least don't die, causing Dumbledore's Horcrux to disappear.

Anton's eyes lit up, "This is possible."

"Do you remember the way you just extended the black thread of your soul to nature to obtain the magic of nature?" Grindelwald saw Anton nodding and continued, "Treat the broken Horcrux as nature and release the Guardian Knight Curse."

"???" Anton was stunned for a moment, "What is the principle of this?"

"You'll know it yourself if you try it."

All right.

Anton took out his wand, savored the feeling, and waved it gently, "Loyal Guardian! (Spell)"

I saw countless black lines extending from his body, and finally completely separated from his body. The black lines twisted and finally turned into a huge figure.

An adult wizard wearing black wizard robes.

Anton blinked and looked back curiously at the almost two-and-a-half-meter-long black figure. The wide wizard robe automatically swayed crazily without wind, and his face was blurry in the huge hood, and his pale arms naturally

Stretching from the sleeves of the wizard's robe.

"this……"

Anton's heart moved, he clenched the wand and raised his arm.

I saw the black-robed wizard behind him also raising his hand, pointing his pale fingers forward.

"All petrified!"

Magic power surged, white light filled the air, and in an instant, the whole world became quiet.

The tides of the sea are all condensed, giving off the luster of stones.

You can only vaguely hear the sound of distant waves crashing on these petrified seawater.

"I said, if you learn to activate the power of nature, you will naturally be able to activate the power of this broken Horcrux." Grindelwald took a sip of the juice, "It is for emergency use, don't be obsessed with its power, otherwise you will

will be lost again."

…

The Thestral's huge bat wings danced, carrying Anton soaring into the sky.

It streaked across the sky and disappeared in an instant.

Grindelwald chuckled, "I like this person."

He picked up a small piece of bread from the plate on the small table and took a bite, "Hmm!" He picked it up and took a look in surprise, "It turned out to be so delicious?"

…

…

"Dumbledore is too old. He is not suitable to be a principal at all!" Lucius sneered and looked out the window of the principal's office at Hogwarts.

"Yes...really?" Lockhart's eyes flickered and he rubbed his hands on the big chair behind the principal's desk, feeling a little restless.

"Yes, Lockhart, you are obviously so good, why can't you be more confident?" An old wizard with a white beard looked at Lockhart with hatred.

"You asked our school director to come to Mandrake and successfully rescued the petrified children. Didn't you read the headlines on the front page of today's Daily Prophet?" The old wizard shook the newspaper in his hand, "His

The arrival seems to be the sunshine that dispels the gloomy sky in Hogwarts..."

The corner of Lockhart's mouth twitched, and he turned to look out the window. The sky was still hazy, and Rita's reporting now had no lower limit.

Such compliments really made him feel a little ashamed.

God, he really didn't want to be the Headmaster of Hogwarts.

No one knows how guilty he is now. These extremely corrupt pure-blood families are actually more naive than him, thinking that the wizarding world is run by the powerful.

Lockhart simply couldn't understand. Have these people been in high positions for so long that they have become blind?

People like him who travel around every corner of the wizarding society to collect materials know very well the essence of the wizarding world - strength is everything.

A powerful wizard can do whatever he wants.

At least he relied on the powerful Oblivion Curse to do whatever he wanted.

Those who passed by, including Grindelwald, Saints, Voldemort, Death Eaters, reporters, dark wizards, and even the Ministry of Magic, almost all followed this rule.

Anyone who doesn't understand this will definitely die miserably.

At least when the school directors blocked him who was about to leave and asked him to become the principal, he went to the school infirmary and knelt in front of Dumbledore's bed and cried all night.

Oh, although it was a bit embarrassing to do so, he finally saw Dumbledore nodding, and at least he knew that he would not be killed, which gave him a little bit of peace of mind.

Dumbledore is not dead yet!

How dare these people?

Have you forgotten the nickname everyone calls ‘White Devil’?

Alas, but what could he do? Dumbledore had mastered his weakness, so he had to be the professor, and the white-bearded school director in front of him had also mastered his weakness, so he had to be the principal.

"Thank you for your encouragement, Sir Al." Lockhart could only show a charming smile, yes, smile.

"Actually, I also have my own opinions on education, such as the little wizard's mastery of magic spells..."

"No, no need." The white-bearded old wizard's complimenting smile suddenly dropped, and he stared at Lockhart coldly, "Don't make any changes until our school directors have discussed and made a decision, okay?"

Lockhart shrank into the principal's chair, looking weak and helpless, "Okay... okay."

"Ha~" Lucius in front of the floor-to-ceiling window let out a sneer, which was so harsh.

He pushed open the door to the principal's office and walked out with his cane.

He walked along the school stairs and arrived at the girls' bathroom on the second floor. After looking around for no one, he gently opened the door and walked in.

The ghost of a little girl appears in a strange milky white color, floating quietly in the corner.

"Everything is going according to your instructions." Lucius said to the empty bathroom.

After a while, a big snake with closed eyes swam over from nowhere, and its huge body blocked the door behind him.

"Very well, Lucius, you will be rewarded." Tom Riddle put his hands behind his head and lay on the Basilisk's back, "Remember, the vacant Defense Against the Dark Arts professor..."

"Which Death Eater is more loyal?"

"Damn it, Snape was stupid enough to time travel and do such a meaningless thing."

Tom Riddle jumped off the Basilisk and stared at him coldly, "I need to know who else is loyal to me, Lucius, go find them and find a way to get them to come to Hogwarts. I need to

Face-to-face assessment!”

Lucius nodded.

The basilisk slid, and the cold scales scratched across the back of Lucius's neck, shocking him with goosebumps all over his body.

Finally, both Tom and the basilisk disappeared, and Lucius walked out with a twinkling expression.

He grasped the cane tightly and felt cold sweat all over his back.

Finally, he gritted his teeth and continued walking forward, along the stairs to the auditorium.

There is a room at the bottom of the stairs in the auditorium that is the office of Filch, the school administrator.

After Filch was de-petrified, he suddenly fell in love with wizard robes, and went to Hogsmeade Village to customize a black hooded wizard robe with silver trim. Everyone in the school knew that Filch would not live long.
To be continued...