Dumbledore's face was full of wisdom and he was eating Bibi's multi-flavored beans with a smile. Suddenly he frowned and turned around to spit them out.
"Tom deliberately ignored many conditions."
"In fact, the large-scale emergence of Muggles and mixed-bloods only occurred in recent decades. Under the previous management of the Ministry of Magic, marriage between wizards and Muggles was not allowed."
"You will be arrested and put in jail."
Dumbledore squinted and looked out the window, his eyes blurred, "At that time, children born with mixed-race and Muggle backgrounds will be killed, and orphans whose backgrounds cannot be found will also be killed to ensure the purity of wizard blood.
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"In this context, there are no so-called powerful half-bloods or Muggle wizards at all. They are all killed."
"All orphans tried their best to hide their magical riots. It was an era when silence was common."
Dumbledore crossed his fingers on the table and looked at Anton seriously, "This is why we want to protect the Muggle world. If those children back then could grow up smoothly and enter the campus, the population explosion brought to the wizarding world would be eliminated."
The increase in strength brought to the wizarding world will be completely different."
"The Muggle world is the source of the wizarding world."
Anton suddenly realized, "No wonder no one would say that the war between you and Grindelwald was the first wizard war. It turns out that everyone knew that Grindelwald did the right thing!"
Dumbledore's eyes became sharp and he stared at Anton closely, "What did you say?"
Anton blinked, "Isn't it?"
"Pure bloods began to combine with Muggles. Children of mixed blood and even Muggle families were able to grow up and be able to enter magic schools. The balance between the Ministry of Magic and the Muggle world..."
He spread his hands, "It's just because Grindelwald has been here before."
"Really?" Dumbledore murmured, tightening his fingers so hard that his knuckles turned white, "He has been here before..."
This silver-haired old man who looked extremely tough and steady had a rare expression of confusion and weakness in his eyes.
Even the whole person exudes a certain aura of being at a loss.
Yes, this is the effect of emotions and magic. After Anton mastered several types of eyes, his eyes became particularly sensitive to things like emotions.
The corner of Anton's mouth twitched, "Sorry, Dumbledore, I seem to have talked too much, sorry."
Dumbledore pursed his lips and shook his head lightly, "No, you are right."
I don’t know why, but a bright smile broke out on Lao Deng’s face, and he smiled so proudly, “Because he has been here!”
"!!!"
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"You were tricked by Dumbledore!"
Voldemort's snake body quickly swam around the office, and finally turned to stare at Anton coldly, "This is a compromise!"
"Wizards don't need too many people, and wizards don't need any wisdom from people of so-called Muggle descent!"
"As long as a powerful wizard wants to live, hundreds of years is not a problem. Population is always a ridiculous topic!"
"Wantlessly allowing the proliferation of Muggle blood in the wizarding world will eventually only lead to these Muggle bloodlines being as dense as ants occupying the entire wizarding world!"
Voldemort's tone was urgent, and the possessed rune snake head looked down at Anton from the desk.
"Have you ever heard of any fairy tale in which the number of gods is countless?"
"It is enough for a small group of people to occupy the highest level of transcendence in the entire world!"
"When all wizards have Muggle blood, the wizarding world will become obsolete, and they will be completely dragged into the Muggle world by the so-called ridiculous reasons of love, family, friends, etc."
Voldemort stared at Anton,
"My student, can you imagine that all Muggles know about wizards, and that Muggle-born wizards don't go on a killing spree?"
Anton nodded seriously.
Mutant!
He pursed his lips, the world of mutants, well, it's not that beautiful.
Anton still prefers the wizarding world.
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"You were tricked by Tom!"
"The decisions that determine the fate of wizards have always been firmly grasped."
Dumbledore said with a smile on his face, "There will always be some wizards who don't understand. The Ministry of Magic is just an ordinary management organization. It cannot represent the wizarding world."
"In fact, the International Federation of Wizards, the Wizengamot, the management of the magic school and the school board..." Dumbledore said with sarcasm, "These are all much higher level than the Ministry of Magic."
"We deliberately downplay our authority, but control all important links at all times."
"The supremacy of wizards is our belief, and treating Muggles well is also our consensus. The International Federation of Wizards' Secrecy Law is our attitude towards Muggles."
"On issues that control the fate of wizards, we will always have the final say."
"Tom knew, but he didn't tell."
"He thinks that you, an orphan who came out of the Muggle world, will be like him back then, thinking that the management department is the highest department, no, the Ministry of Magic? Haha."
"!!!" Anton suddenly understood and nodded.
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"You were tricked by Dumbledore!"
Voldemort screamed!
At this time, he was possessing Quirrell's head, and the surging and extreme emotions aroused the magic power, and the whole office was shaking.
All items were shaking violently.
Just like a storm falling on a small boat on the sea, Anton shrank pitifully on the high-backed chair.
So weak and helpless.
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"We just need to cast the Muggle Exorcism Curse on all of Britain..."
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"Has he never heard of nuclear bombs? Even I, an old man over a hundred years old, know about it."
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In this way, Anton spent the whole day going back and forth between Dumbledore and Quirrell's offices, and his whole head was packed with arguments like paste.
It wasn't until he looked at the sky that was beginning to glow with sunset that he suddenly woke up.
He silently looked at the sky from the huge window of the castle and took a deep breath.
"None of my business!"
Yes, it doesn't matter what the wizarding world becomes.
You guys like to noisy, can't you just sit down and have a good chat?
Call me, the middleman, to pass the message?
Anton somehow thought of a TV series he had watched in his previous life. There was a plot like this: Xiao Ming's parents had a quarrel.
"Go tell your dad to come over for dinner, or he will starve to death!"
"oh."
"Go tell your mother that today's food is too salty. Isn't the salt at home free of charge?"
"oh."
"Go tell that damn ghost and cook it yourself if it doesn't taste good!"
"oh."
"Um……"
"oh."
Dad was stunned, "I haven't said anything yet!"
Xiao Ming looked at his father blankly, "Huh?"
Finally, my father sighed and said, "Tell your mother that it's time to wash the clothes at home and ask her when the washing machine will be repaired."
"oh!"
"Haha, suffocate him to death! Tell your dad to let him wash his hands!"
"oh!"
Look, Anton is the poor and helpless Xiao Ming.
Domestic cold violence is unacceptable!
But he still reluctantly pushed open the door of Quirrell's office. He had no choice but to offend these two people for the time being.
Eyes dull, "Dumbledore asked when the washing machine will be repaired?"
"Haha, you were deceived by him. Huh?" Voldemort looked confused.