The magic document had a total of thirty-six pages. Anton had to use the goblin's secret method of retrieving memory to review the document. He had to be extremely cautious to avoid being tricked accidentally.
Contract-type magic may be the most top-level magic that Anton has ever come into contact with. Even Dumbledore had to work hard to crack this kind of magic, and still had to pay a high price.
There are many contract magics in the magic world, such as unbreakable oaths, blood pacts, loyalty spells...
This type of spells, like war magic, will not appear in the teachings of Hogwarts School.
They have extremely powerful destructive power, and those who break the contract will often die. This is really not a suitable content for teaching in a group of children with surging hormones.
If you break up, you will die. This alone will be a huge disaster.
In fact, although these contents can be found in the school library, it is not easy to obtain the signature slip from the professor for borrowing the book.
The same is true for this magical document.
But it left a hole for the Aurors - the potion could only be used with a signed authorization letter from the Auror Office.
Giving Aurors the possibility to use them on missions.
Imagine, if an Auror turns into a ghost, not only will no one be able to harm them, but even normal wizards will not be on guard against them and can pass through any wall at will and hear all the information they want to hear.
Anton even thought of a very suitable application scenario - Hogwarts.
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There was something in his heart, and he looked at the document thoughtfully. Suddenly, the alarm bell rang in his heart. It was impossible!
If there was any suspicion that there was an informant from the Ministry of Magic in Hogwarts, even Dumbledore would not investigate those seemingly harmless ghosts!
As Anton signed the magic document, Scrimgeour also signed a document and placed it in front of Anton.
“Special Study Permit Certificate!”
He patted the box gently and said, "There are ten potion materials here for your study and research."
The document turned into a ray of light, entangled with the magic box between Anton and Scrimgeour, and then disappeared after a flash.
Scrimgeour adjusted his suit sleeves and looked at his watch, "You can take it back to study. I will contact you by letter before the weekend of next week to agree on a suitable day for teaching. I hope you will at least try to make one by then.
Two servings.”
Anton didn't speak, just nodded slightly.
Just as he was about to pick up the box from the table, a powerful hand pressed hard on the box. Scrimgeour stared at Anton with his hawk-like eyes, "Remember, they belong to the Ministry of Magic, no matter what.
Whether your experiment is successful or not, any finished products or semi-finished products must be put back into the box. Also, do not try to keep any finished products, and you cannot use your own potion materials to develop this potion privately!"
"You don't want to try the power of the Ministry of Magic's chest magic protective contract."
Anton still just nodded, "I understand."
The box is very light, and it feels empty when you lift it, but it also gives you the illusion of holding something heavy.
He slowly walked out of the 'Auror Command Room' carrying the box. Looking back, he saw the office door creaking and slowly closing automatically, blocking out the light pouring in from the corridor.
The dappled light from the windows made everything in the office look weird.
Anton pursed his lips, gripped the box tightly, and his body quickly twisted.
Peng~
When he reappeared, he was already on the viaduct of the Hogwarts school castle.
Looking down along the viaduct, the green grass was swaying with the warm wind in early summer, and the shouts of the Quidditch pitch could be heard in the distance.
In the previous European inter-school Quidditch competition, Gryffindor represented Hogwarts and won the competition, which made many students burst out with endless enthusiasm for Quidditch.
Anton squinted his eyes and looked back. The vast black lake was located between the mountains. A huge octopus swung its tentacles, and the churning lake water sparkled in the afternoon sun.
He took a deep breath.
I feel like my whole body is relaxed.
The outside world is very interesting, the Ministry of Magic is full of intrigues, and the newspapers Anton saw from old Ronaldo are even more disturbing.
"I have a restless heart that wants to stay at home, but also longs for excitement everywhere. It's ready to move."
He chuckled lightly.
Walking briskly along the stairs of the castle, we walked towards the hut next to the Black Lake.
Along the way, several classmates were running in pursuit, and a man full of black stench chased after them angrily and holding up his wand.
Anton raised his eyebrows. Ever since Filch stayed in the ward of the school infirmary for a long time, their cabin suddenly lost the mood to develop a new 'stinky feces egg'.
"Hey, Anton~", smiled and nodded.
"Hey, Anthony~", smiled and nodded.
From time to time, I also met some students from the first grade below, including a child who was hung by Draco on the wall lamp in the common room because he was angry with Anton. When they saw Anton, they all stopped and saluted, "Hello, senior."
Patting his shoulder, Anton continued to move forward.
Walking along the shore of the Black Lake, he finally came to the hut. Anton looked up at the small building woven with elephant vines, and his heart suddenly moved.
The original elephant-eating vine protected his Horcrux puppet and other research materials and sank into the ground, but it was not a good solution.
After all, this plant prefers sunlight.
Maybe transplant that one to the barrel house in Hogsmeade.
"That's a good idea." He said to himself, as if he woke up the two stone monsters sitting on the left and right of the door.
"Hey, Anton." The stone monster on the left side of the cabin door grew two small hands, rubbed his cheeks, and opened a pair of eyes to look at him.
"Hello, Eternal One."
"Oh~" The stone monster looked very happy, "That's great, you remember my name."
The stone monster on the right also woke up, "I also have a name, Anton, I also have a name, from now on call me - witness of history."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Anton laughed, "Okay, your distinguished 'witness of history'."
The 'Historical Witness' Stone Monster put one hand on his hips and made a forward gesture with the other hand, "I have experienced too many years and seen too many things."
"Awesome!" Anton was amused, "What have you seen?"
The 'Historical Witness' made a face, "For example, that old man with the white beard came to your cabin again."
"Yes!", the 'Eternal One' put his hands on his hips, with an angry expression on his face, "He went in without notifying the owner of the cabin. It was so rude. He didn't even say hello to us."
"Oh~ I thought the two distinguished sirs were sleeping." Dumbledore walked out with a smile, and patted the "Eternal One" on the head with his old arm.
So the 'Eternal One' looked like a cat that had been stroked, squinting its eyes and looking happy.
Old Deng's blue eyes looked at the box in Anton's hand through his half-moon glasses, "The Ministry of Magic's box magic?"
Anton smiled and nodded, "Thank you also for the letter of recommendation you wrote to the Auror Office."
Dumbledore spread his hands and said, "You know, I was not in school at the time. It was Gellert (Grindelwald's name)'s idea. I don't really recommend that you get involved in the Ministry of Magic at this time."
Anton smiled and nodded, laughing, "If you hadn't contacted them again..."
"Perhaps many 'informed people' including Minister Fudge, Director Scrimgeour, Mr. Malfoy, etc. all think that you are now Mr. Grindelwald in disguise."
Dumbledore's face was filled with a weird smile, and the finger wearing a weird ring was raised in front of his lips, "Shh~, don't tell anyone, you know, sometimes Gellert's identity can help me do something
This is a secret between us."
As he said this, he winked mischievously.
So, under the dim light of the afternoon sun that spreads from the Black Lake, the old and the young seemed to have returned to the time when they talked about everything last year. Anton warmly invited Dumbledore to the second floor of the cabin with brisk steps.
Go taste Hannah's cultivated juice.
Dumbledore also asked the house elves to help deliver some candies and snacks.
Listening to Anton describe what he had seen and heard during this period, he occasionally exclaimed, "Here, you can also get a portion of the cockroach pile."
"Okay, Dumbledore."
"Hey, this pile of cockroaches seems to have a new taste. It tastes, um, tastes..."
"This is their new flavor. They haven't released a new flavor for many years. It is said that there was something wrong at the Chocolate Frog Factory. In order not to affect sales, they just released this recipe."
"Well, it tastes like a fruity aroma, with a little bit of walnuts added?"