"Wait a minute and come to my office. I'll show you a treasure." Old Deng held the licorice wand in his mouth, squinted his eyes, and looked at Harry Potter flying in the sky.
Anton was stunned, "What?"
"Hufflepuff's cup, Ravenclaw's diadem."
"!
!”
Anton looked at Lao Deng in surprise, "Have you found them all?"
Dumbledore shook his head, "The diary of his youth and the ring of the Gaunt family that he asked you to give me have been destroyed. Now only Slytherin's locket is left on the island.
, and...Harry."
"I can't destroy them all. He won't be able to sense if a few Horcruxes are missing. If all of them are gone, he will feel it. This is the feedback that the magic of Horcruxes itself will bring to the wizard."
"I have to leave a hook and destroy it completely when necessary."
"and……"
Dumbledore frowned slightly, "I know Tom, this kid. He is crazy obsessed with the number 'seven'. He will also create another Horcrux. This is the worst thing."
Anton rubbed his little hands, "Just keep Slatin's locket, and I'll help you peel the Horcrux out of Harry's body first?"
Dumbledore didn't speak, he just opened a pack of cockroaches, put it in his mouth and chewed it slowly.
"Anton, your research on the soul has quietly reached the front of many people, including me, oh, don't look at me like that. I said, no one is omnipotent."
"you say……"
"Does Harry have a special talent for dark magic now?"
"Merlin's beard!" Anton whispered, looked around, and approached Lao Deng, "Are you crazy?"
Dumbledore rubbed the strange ring in his hand, chewed it, and looked at Harry in the sky with a strange expression.
"Anton, there is something wrong with your magic path. I warned you in the hospital. Although you have reached a very deep level in terms of soul, you have paid less attention to the general and widespread magic principles."
"Magic is a very magical thing for wizards."
"I guess you haven't read my book "The World of Albus' Transfiguration" yet?"
Anton quickly reached over, grabbed the pile of cockroaches on Lao Deng's plate, and threw it into his mouth, "Yes, I plan to wait until I have more experience with transformation..."
"Oh~ no no no, no!"
Dumbledore raised the corners of his mouth and turned to look at Anton.
"This is the protective magic of the Dumbledore family's books. It will make people naturally resist reading them."
"!
!”
Anton's eyes widened in disbelief, "Oyster sauce!"
"Aberforth gave this to me personally. I didn't steal it from your Dumbledore family's book collection, so you won't let me read it?"
Dumbledore shrugged, "You can't blame me. What protection magic protects is not the collection of books, but the people who read them. It can prevent us descendants of the Dumbledore family from reading knowledge beyond our reading ability. That doesn't mean
Not a good thing."
"When you can open that book, you will understand what I am saying now."
"After Harry Potter has mastered the dark magic well, you can help him remove the Horcruxes and remove the dark magic at the same time, just like you did to Severus."
"By then, Harry will have great achievements. His parents are both loyal members of the Order of the Phoenix. I always hope to do something for their children."
Anton sneered and said unceremoniously, "If you really cared about Harry, you wouldn't let him grow up in the Dursleys. Don't tell me that one Hogwarts can't support a child. You were
You can just give Harry to Filch to raise."
"Wait!" Anton took a breath and looked at Dumbledore in disbelief, "Dark magic?"
Dumbledore spread his hands and said, "Don't look at me like, 'Oh, you're a terrible conspirator.' What you don't know is that when Harry was born, I saw the light of spirituality in his body.
"
"He was able to control a flying broomstick as a baby, showing an excellent talent for Quidditch. At the same time, he also had an extremely subtle affinity with his parents' pet, the cat Neko. This is the magic of innate talent.
Animal friendly.”
"Such a person grows up in the intertwining of the great love of his parents and the great evil of the Dark Lord. The magic power in his body is like a clear spring water. He should be given more important responsibilities. There is such a person in the wizarding world.
It’s not easy to be a child.”
Anton curled his lips, "It's so unfortunate that Harry met you."
Dumbledore's eyes were complicated, and he took a deep breath, "Believe me, this is fate. You can even say it is a super curse made by powerful wizards in ancient times who were worried about the life and death of the entire ethnic group. All will be called '
It is impossible for a great wizard to have a happy childhood."
"This is a blessing to the wizard community and a curse to the 'great wizard'."
Anton sneered, "I have never been convinced by so-called fate. I prefer to challenge this little bitch."
Lao Deng just blinked and chewed hard on the uneaten licorice wand.
"Okay, okay, whatever you want."
Anton spread his hands, "But don't expect me to teach Harry black magic. I'm not his nanny. I only show kindness to people I like, you know."
Dumbledore's expression became strange, "I don't teach either. I am the greatest white wizard of this century. How can I teach my students black magic? It's impossible."
"so what?"
"Giggle..." Lao Deng suddenly laughed, smiling like a fox that stole a hen, with the pure joy of a child in his eyes, "Someone will teach him, and he will do his best."
Anton frowned and thought for a while, he really didn't expect that anyone would try their best to teach Harry dark magic.
It can't be Voldemort, right?
Anton would not take Harry's matter seriously. As the Quidditch field burst into cheers, Harry excitedly raised the Golden Snitch in his hand, and Anton and Dumbledore strolled back to the school castle.
There are enough mysterious items in Dumbledore's office. It usually seems that there is only Old Deng, but it is actually very lively. Anton said hello to the Phoenix, said hello to the Sorting Hat, and said hello to the painting on the wall.
Previous principals in the box say hello.
Finally, Anton pointed to the huge blank picture frame opposite the door with a strange expression, "You still keep this?"
Dumbledore glanced at the principals on the wall, and smiled a little bit, "Lockhart promised to give me this frame, and when I die, he will help me paint my portrait here.
By then my living place will be bigger than theirs."
"Oh, Albus, you hateful boy, you are so treacherous!" In a picture frame, Phineas Black ran unhappily and came to lie down in this huge picture frame. "
This is mine now!"
"Phineas, you shameless scum." The portraits of the principal in other frames cursed angrily.
Anton looked at the portraits thoughtfully and raised his eyebrows at Dumbledore, "You have also been to the world of the dead. Do you have any idea about 'ghosts', 'portraits' and 'wandering souls maintained by Horcruxes'?"
Are there any associations?"
Dumbledore spread his hands and said, "This is beyond the scope of my knowledge. I think you can tell me the answer."
Aha~
Anton smiled sheepishly, "Oh~ I have to teach Dumbledore a lesson. This feels great."
Dumbledore also smiled and asked Anton to sit across from his desk, clapped his hands, and asked the house elf to bring two ice creams, "I think we have something interesting in common, we both love magic fanatically.
"
"Oh my God, boy, you're only in the second grade, right? I remember you often came to the principal's office, I recognize you!" A chubby old principal in the picture frame exclaimed, "I can't believe you are like this.
experience."
Others were also talking in a flurry of words.
"Quiet! Quiet!" Phineas Black shouted and ran back to his picture frame, found a comfortable position in the chair, and sat upright on the floor. "Come on, I can't wait.
, Merlin’s flowery pants, I actually know what I am!”