"I don't have any talent in prophecy, and I have no way to pry into the so-called destiny."
Anton looked out the window of the cabin with some emotion. In the corner of the valley, Harry, Dudley, Draco, Hermione, and Crabbe were practicing magic.
It is said that birds of a feather flock together. Unknowingly, Ron and Goyle broke away from their respective trios and came together with Neville. And the remaining ambitious friends, even though they hated each other, but
It’s amazing how we get to study together every day.
"Mr. Dursley, will you believe me?"
Anton looked out the window with a smile on his face and a faint voice.
Vernon was stunned for a moment, not knowing why Anton suddenly mentioned this, but he still said in a very sincere tone, "Yes, Mr. Weiss, of course I believe you."
Anton raised his eyebrows and looked back at Vernon. This man became a wizard through the ritual magic of the Hundred Power Tournament. The emotions in his heart were magnified by the magic and he could sense it very easily.
What’s interesting is that it’s really a very meaningful and sincere feeling.
Just like those believers of Anton.
Vernon is his disciple? When Anton thinks of this, his expression becomes strange.
Oh, of course, he knew that he had brought such earth-shaking changes to the Dursleys, and he could imagine what kind of image he was in the hearts of their family.
"I am a person who likes to preach and teach, but I don't have anything to do so I called these people to the hut to teach alone."
Anton's eyes flashed with light, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, "There is an extremely magical power that is higher than fate. I don't know what to call it, but it affects everything invisibly."
"Perhaps, call it luck? Chosen by heaven?"
"In short, we will be surprised to find that no matter it is the wizarding world or the Muggle world, in the long history, people with extraordinary talents have appeared together, and they have brightened an era."
"If you read Muggle history books, you will feel the same way."
"And now, I have these people in front of me. They are so closely connected with the times and so interesting."
Vernon looked at this mysterious wizard with some awe. This was the wizard he had ever seen that best matched his imagination of a wizard. He spoke mysterious words that, although incomprehensible, seemed to contain some great truth.
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Seeing that Vernon didn't understand, Anton just shook his head indifferently, "Let's put it this way, you can think of those people as the chosen ones, the lucky ones chosen by the times, who came into being at the right time."
"And I am just making contact intentionally, trying to push them forward so that they can go further."
"Do you know what I mean? Vernon."
Anton turned his head and stared at Vernon, "They will go further because of my guidance!"
"Not a second-generation manager of a magic factory, nor a second-generation person who joined the Ministry of Magic!"
"They deserve a brighter future!"
"If you ask Dumbledore, maybe he will arrange a good position for you now..."
"If you ask Malfoy, maybe he will help you climb to a position that is difficult for you to imagine and difficult to control under Voldemort's instructions."
"And now, you come and ask me."
"Then my answer to you is..."
Anton's gaze was so hot, as if his whole eyes were filled with light, making people afraid to look directly.
His eyes were so deep, like twinkling stars, that one couldn't help but sink in.
"Remember, Vernon!"
"nobody!"
"No one can arrange my apprenticeship!"
"It won't work if Dumbledore comes, it won't work if Voldemort comes, and it won't work if a relative like you comes. Since they are already my apprentices, then, their future..."
"I have the final say!"
"You understand?"
Vernon seemed to be frightened, staring at Anton blankly, and couldn't help but nodded wildly like a chicken pecking at rice.
Then, a kind of fanatical joy burst out in my heart involuntarily.
His Dudley, his Harry, were chosen by the great wizard!
Then, he felt a little lost again.
His father and uncle seemed to be no longer able to protect his children. Although he was indeed very weak and could not provide much protection, he really worked hard and tried hard.
There has never been a parent of a young wizard from a Muggle family who resolutely stepped into the unknown wizarding world as a Muggle, hoping to continue to plan everything for their child's future life.
Sad...
Somewhat happy again.
The corner of Anton's mouth curled up slightly, "So, don't hesitate, just make the choice you want. Don't worry if you choose one, the other will blame you. Whether it's Fudge or Pedro, I will help you. "
"Thank you so much."
Vernon didn't know how to thank Anton, so he just stood up vigorously and bent down to salute.
"No need for this." Anton smiled and waved his hand.
The two chatted for a few more words, and Vernon politely said goodbye. To be honest, he felt extremely stressed in front of Anton.
"Finally, I'll give you a piece of advice."
Anton thought for a while and stopped Vernon who was about to leave.
Vernon quickly turned around and looked at Anton seriously.
"If you want to continue to protect your child, or if you plan to truly establish yourself in the magical world, maybe what you should think about is..."
Anton raised his eyebrows, "Try to learn some magic."
"I...magic?" Harry, the fat uncle's face suddenly became extremely wonderful. He looked at Anton blankly and in disbelief, as if he was not sure of the information he heard. Anton, "Can I use magic?"
"Oh, that's an interesting question."
Anton rolled his eyes, "I worked so hard to turn you into wizards and master the ability to cast spells, but you actually asked me if you can use magic?"
"I……"
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Vernon looked a little at a loss, "I don't know, I..."
He seems to have really never tried to use magic. Unlike his wife Petunia, he doesn't seem to care too much about the wizard's spell-casting ability. Instead, he is delighted with the blessings of becoming a wizard.
Indulging in the joy of this change of identity, he is more comfortable handling interpersonal relationships with Mr. Pedro the Goblin, Mr. Malfoy of the pure-blood family, and Mr. Fudge, the Minister of Magic.
"Can I really learn?"
It was as if someone suddenly broke through this layer of window paper, and everything that I had never thought about in the past suddenly emerged.
Vernon pinched the pocket of his suit jacket nervously. There were some gold galleons in it. Maybe, he could buy a wand first?
"No one has ever said that a wizard's talent determines everything."
Anton followed him with a serious expression, "Every mind is equally great, every life has its own splendor, and magic is the power of the mind. You are no worse than anyone else."
He stood up lazily, walked towards the shelf next to his experimental table, and rummaged through it, "The descendants of wizards from pure-blood families do have some extra talents, which will make it easier for them in the early stage.
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"But most wizards will eventually reach a hurdle where they can no longer make progress. What tests them at that time is not their so-called magical bloodline, but their soul."
Anton pulled out a roll of parchment from the shelf, pulled off the hemp rope binding it, opened it and checked it.
This is an essay about the magic of love.
Harry approached the Department of Mysteries through the Wizengamot Administration to get back his mother Lily's magic manuscript. After Anton borrowed it and read it, he naturally had a lot of ideas.
This is the paper he wrote, and the title of the paper is "In the Name of Love: The Magic of Blood Relative Love, and the Interesting Relationship between Bloodline and Bloodline over Time."
This paper was not so popular in the hut. The theory in it conflicted with Anna's time collection practice. The twins were relatively heartless. Hannah called this "moral kidnapping among family members". Only Neville copied it.
Learned it seriously.
As for the newly joined Ron and Goyle...
Emm, if you are a bad student, just ignore it.
"You can sign up at Azkaban Academy and start learning from the basics."
Anton re-rolled the parchment and tied it up before handing it to Vernon, "When you have the basics, maybe you can try to learn the magic above. I think you should feel comfortable with it."
"After all, it suits your soul."
"Of course, I am talking about the current mind. If your original intention has changed, this magic may not be suitable for you."
Vernon stretched out his hand to take it, and quickly wiped his chubby hands on his suit jacket. Then he stretched out his hands with a respectful expression and took it, with a serious expression as if he was receiving a secret book given by the gods, and said solemnly,
"I will not live up to your gift."
"???" Anton looked at Vernon inexplicably, wondering if he was adding to the drama, and simply ignored him, lazily waving his hand and letting him leave.