After Anton left Lao Fu's office, he did not directly use the Moonlight Floo powder or other shuttle means to leave, but walked lightly around the Magical Congress of the United States of America.
It's not that I'm bored, but there are some extremely strong emotions surging here.
Hope, desire, longing, worry about gain and loss...
People with such strong emotions have actually gathered into a magical environment of collective consciousness.
This is obviously an extremely abnormal behavior. When Anton was in the nuclear explosion cycle in New York, he wandered around the city looking for this kind of magic environment that might be brewing black magic creatures. Most of what he saw was the accumulation of negative emotions.
Just like the principle that black magic is often more powerful than regular magic, negative emotions in the mind are often more powerful than positive emotions.
——Even the most ordinary hatred is enough for the wizard to release extremely harmful magic. And love always has to be strong to a certain extent in order to become extraordinary.
I walked down the stairs of the Magic Congress and came to the lobby on the first floor. I continued walking down one level and suddenly it became noisy.
It's already dark now, the lights are still bright here, and everything is dark.
There are nervous-looking teenagers, women scolding noisy children in low voices, men holding coffee in both hands as they squeeze out of the crowd at the vending machine, and even gray-haired old people...
Anton got behind a few students who looked like students and stretched his head curiously to look at the orders in their hands.
I saw one person’s list saying:
——John Eddy, 17 years old, male, ID number...
——Identity: Sub-Wizard, Bloodline Magic Talent: Magical Animal Affinity (medium), Judgment: No career suggestions.
[A novel app that has been running stably for many years, comparable to the old version of the source-changing app, huanyuanapp, that is used by all chasing bugs.]
At this moment, a young man excitedly walked out of an office, waved the list in his hand to them, and ran over through the crowd, "Hey, brothers, look, my bloodline magic talent has been tested, it is repair."
Curse, haha, they informed me that I will come to Magical Congress tomorrow to go through the formalities, saying that they will arrange for me to study in a magic school for one year!"
"My God, this is so good!" That John Eddy looked at him enviously.
"Hey, I asked about it. As you know, my uncle is a wizard. He said that after the Magical Congress tests their talents, those who are arranged to go to magic schools will have the best qualifications that the Magical Congress deems necessary to cultivate!"
Among them was a little boy with pimples on his face while showing his news and looking at each other with some jealous eyes.
"I feel..." John Eddy looked at them with some disappointment, "We will drift apart because of this, and eventually open an insurmountable gap."
"Don't say that!" The boy who was found to be gifted with the repair spell looked at him, "John, don't you dream of becoming a biologist? You are the smartest person in our group."
John just remained silent, staring blankly at the list in his hand, and looking longingly at the crowd around him, "No, I can't go back. This is a magical world. How can I go back to study?"
What good luck they had. Half of their group of friends at school were found to have magical blood, and were brought here by the 'extraditors' from the Magic Congress to receive free 'Magic Riot Inspiration Ceremony Magic'
', become a sub-wizard.
It is said that if they also have magical blood, as long as they become a sub-wizard, their descendants will be more likely to become wizards than before.
Real wizards, not what they call sub-wizards now.
But people cannot wait for the birth of offspring, they themselves yearn to become wizards and master extraordinary powers.
This is magic!
John gritted his teeth, stared at the list in his hand with a complicated expression, and finally looked up at his friends, "I plan to go downstairs to sign up for the 'Death Wizard Ceremony'!"
Suddenly, the friends were shocked.
The buddy who claimed to have an uncle who was a wizard exclaimed, "Are you crazy? They said this ritual is particularly dangerous. It is said that many people have died!"
Others also persuaded him excitedly, hoping that he would reconsider.
But John had obviously made up his mind and pursed his lips and said nothing.
"Can your father agree?" A tall companion put his arm around his shoulders, "Magic Congress requires signatures from immediate family members."
"Ha~"
John sneered, "How could my alcoholic father disagree? If you participate in this ceremony, you will receive a settlement allowance of 100,000 US dollars. He will definitely want me to split it in half and exchange it for two rewards!"
Suddenly, everyone fell silent.
Anton did not continue to listen. He walked around among the crowd and stayed for a while next to the staff of the Magic Congress. He used "Legilimency" to quickly figure out what was going on here.
The efficiency of the Magical Congress is obviously much higher than that of the Ministry of Magic in various European countries.
The sub-wizard mercenaries created by the Death Eaters in the past have now been officially incorporated by the Ministry of Magic. The talented ones are sent to Yinfamouni School of Magic to study at the academy specifically for sub-wizards, and the rest are kept.
Became the 'Anti-Witch Hunting Army'.
These 'anti-witch-hunting armies' quickly destroyed all major witch-hunting organizations under the leadership of Aurors, and are now named 'renditioners', who are specifically responsible for finding Muggle squibs with magical blood in the Muggle world.
These Muggle squibs will be taken to the Magic Congress to receive free 'Magic Riot Inspiration Ritual Magic' and become sub-wizards.
And here, the underground level of the Magical Congress is used to review the blood magic talents, professional skills and work experience of sub-wizards.
It is ultimately decided which people are worthy of further study and which people will be sent to places that are insignificant but require a large amount of labor.
The teenagers just now were obviously students. They had no skills, connections or work experience. The only criterion was their magic blood talent.
"Tsk~"
Anton was used to the procrastinating and disorganized atmosphere of the British Ministry of Magic, and when he felt the prosperous atmosphere here, he even felt that Lao Fu might really lead the Magic Congress to conquer the wizarding world.
Efficiency~
If you put this scene in front of the officials of the European Ministry of Magic, it will take several years of debate before it is possible to start operations.
Awesome!
How awesome is Tom Riddle, who has regained his sanity and no longer has that silly operation that only knows how to kill, kill, kill?
You know, back then, Tom Riddle was just a graduate of a magic school with no family roots and no influence, but he was able to attract the surrender of almost half of the pure-blood families with thousands of years of history in the wizarding world.
Antony couldn't help but feel excited when he thought about the scene at that time.
What a charismatic person it is to be able to do this!
And now, that Tom Riddle is back.
He has truly walked the path of the Magic Emperor.
If Dumbledore hadn't been watching him, Grindelwald hadn't been spying on him, and he hadn't been causing trouble, no one in the wizarding world could have stopped him.
Or……
There is such a possibility...
If Tom Riddle had enough patience and forbearance, showed enough normality, and behaved like a serious Speaker of the Magical Congress, not a Dark Lord.
Then it is impossible for him to arouse strong opposition from Dumbledore and Grindelwald, and he can accumulate advantages bit by bit to make Denger and Deng relax, so that Dumbledore can leave this world with peace of mind, and Grindelwald can't be bothered to wait and watch all the way.
Follow Dumbledore.
At that time, no one will stop Tom anymore.
Maybe in that case, Anton, this dear professor, might really become a magic emperor!
Set foot on heights that have never been reached before in the wizarding world.
only……
is it possible?
Anton frowned as he listened to the 'Death Wizard Ritual' mentioned by many people, and had a vague feeling of bad premonition.
Lao Fu completed the complete return of his soul to Tom Riddle, but the traces of the past time did not disappear. Lao Fu may still be the same Lao Fu.