"Buy a castle?" Professor McGonagall was stunned for half a minute. This was the most outrageous reason for leaving school that she had heard in her decades of teaching.
"Yes, Professor." Neville said sincerely, "You previously signed a document for us to go to Hogsmeade every day after school and on weekends, but this time we are going to other places, and Anna...
Rozier is going too, so we hope to get your permission."
Professor McGonagall looked at the little guys one by one, and finally focused on Anthony behind George and Fred, although this little guy only had half of his head exposed.
Unknowingly, the child in my memory has now begun to grow, and his height is almost as high as George's before he knows it.
With such a tall figure, hiding obscenely behind several Gryffindor students, she really couldn't stand it.
"Anthony Weasley!"
"Here!" Anton stood up quickly.
Professor McGonagall pursed her lips, took off her glasses frames, and pinched the bridge of her nose with a headache.
"I know that you have become good enough. Sometimes too much control is not suitable for you. I can give you some more relaxed management methods, but you need to promise me a few things."
"I agree?" Anton pointed at himself in astonishment.
"Yes." Mag stared at Anton sharply, "I'm only looking for you, do you understand?"
Anton nodded obediently, "Okay."
"First, you should know that you are students, so you must obey the school curfew and report to me before dark!"
"OK."
"Second, you are not only under the management of the school, but also under the jurisdiction of the Ministry of Magic. You should know that there are some regulations that cannot be violated. Underage wizards cannot perform magic outside of school, especially in front of Muggles.
"OK."
"Third, don't take them to do anything dangerous. Anton, this is not a question of whether you can bear it, but a question of whether I allow it or not. Do you understand?"
"OK."
Professor McGonagall stared at Anton for a long time, finally shook her head, lowered her head and signed the application, "I don't know if it's appropriate to be too indulgent to you."
Suddenly, she raised her head and stared at her twin brothers seriously, "Especially you two, George Weasley and Fred Weasley!"
The two brothers quickly straightened their bodies, looked serious, and said in unison, "Please give me orders, Dean McGonagall."
"You are already in fifth grade, and you will take the Ordinary Wizarding Level Examination this year." Even though Professor McGonagall was just sitting in her seat and looking up at the two tall students, her aura was absolutely suppressive.
"I must tell you clearly that I don't expect you to be as good as your brother. Both Bill and Percy have obtained unimaginable excellent results, 12 0..l. certificates, and they are all A's and prefects.
, President of the Student Union. Although Charlie is a little behind, his results are far higher than other students, and he is a once-in-a-century Seeker of Gryffindor House."
When McGonagall said this, she looked at these two naughty and troublemakers with a look of regret on her face, "You are as smart as them! But you are always unwilling to study! So, listen, if you take the Ordinary Wizarding Level Exam
Inside, if you cannot obtain at least 8 0..l. certificates..."
She stood up, walked behind her desk, and looked down at the two of them coldly, "Then, in the next sixth and seventh grade, you will not only be prohibited from going to Hogsmeade on weekends, but you will also be shut down.
Animal pens and a little shop selling funny toys.”
George and Fred took a deep breath, "This..."
Anton looked strange behind them. If his memory is correct, well, these two brothers have only passed three 0..l. certificates. It is simply terrible. The two of them combined are not as good as Ron alone.
Many, Ron passed 7 0..l. certificates.
In total, Transfiguration, Potions, Herbs, Charms, Defense Against the Dark Arts, History of Magic, Astronomy, plus two elective courses Muggle Studies and Magical Creatures.
If Anton doesn't overturn in astronomy by then, he will probably only be able to get 9 0..l. certificates.
Um
I don’t know if Anton can take the exam for the other three subjects (divination, arithmetic, and ancient runes) that are not taught in class. If so, he can also get a certificate for ancient runes.
After all, he is also a bit biased.
Tsk~
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Anyway, with Professor McGonagall's consent, the members of the hut left the school after lunch.
From the fireplace in Professor McGonagall's office, we went directly to a public floo network traffic point announced by the Ministry of Magic. When we came out of it, we were already on the streets of an industrial city in northern England.
The twins are in a good mood. They still have a whole school year left, so they don't need to worry about what will happen in a year.
Everyone first found a Muggle clothing store. At Anna's suggestion, they all chose black Muggle clothes. The group walked through the streets and finally came to a factory that covered a large area.
A high wall, a huge tree split diagonally stuck into the ground, with the words "Werewolf Home" carved on it.
"We have used stuff from this company!" George exclaimed.
"Yes!" Fred gestured, "Anton's easily assembled experimental bench, chair and bookshelf are all produced here."
Anton stood in front of the crowd and looked at this big tree trunk in amazement. The werewolves' artistic aesthetic has an extremely unique roughness. If you savor it carefully, it also has a unique delicacy.
"Well, it's my uncle's company, oh, it's Professor Luping."
"It's unbelievable!" Hannah looked around, "He can actually own such a huge asset in the Muggle world."
George and Fred looked at each other, "When we were young, we heard our parents mention this professor. They lamented how depressed Lupine was. They heard that he was always rejected when looking for a job. It was very pitiful..."
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Neville stared blankly along the high wall of this "werewolf home" into the distance, and could not see the horizon at a glance.
""
Do they call this pitiful?
So what is your own home?
The Longbottom family doesn't have many assets except for the wizard chess factory. Oh, it's called a wizard chess factory, but it's actually similar to a workshop.
"Let's go in." Anna greeted everyone.
"etc!"
Anton squinted his eyes and raised one hand, holding the wand tightly in his hand, as if he was sensing something.
This vigilant look made the friends pull out their wands one after another.
"Oh, no, you can't use magic outside of school. I still have connections with the Auror office, so just let me come."
Anton licked his lips and his eyes became cold, "This is the second time I have experienced the feeling of being spied on. If I don't catch you, I will have learned magic for so long in vain!"
The security guard at the door of the werewolf's house obviously noticed this. Seeing that it was Anton and Anna, he originally planned to say hello to the two young masters. But now he saw Anton using the wand directly on the street, and quickly picked up the walkie-talkie to report the situation.
After a while, a group of tough men rushed out and surrounded Anton and the others.
Anna quickly raised her finger, "Shh, don't disturb Anton."
This continued for a while, and the corners of Anton's lips curled up, "Hey, I caught you!"
He raised his left hand and spread his fingers as if to grasp something. He gently moved the wand with his right hand, "Reverse: Small Circle Dance Phantom Shuttle!"
Bang~
After an explosion in the air that was similar to apparation, a middle-aged man appeared in front of Anton. His neck was pinched by Anton, and he looked at everything in front of him in panic.
He was looking at Anton, and Anton was looking at him.
This middle-aged man has smooth muscle lines and looks very explosive.
He was wearing an urban camouflage training uniform and a tactical suspender with various tools hanging on it. He was holding a long gun in one hand and a military telescope in the other.
This middle-aged man obviously reacted extremely quickly. After a brief moment of confusion, he immediately dropped the object in his hand, waved it up with one hand, and already held a sharp dagger, holding it with the other hand.
Anton pinched his neck arm, twisted it backwards, and was about to hold Anton back in front of him and put the dagger against Anton's neck.
Unfortunately, he seems to have overestimated his own strength.
"Ah da~"
Anton twisted his waist and threw his backhand over the shoulder. The power of the werewolf surged in his body, and his skin had already been replaced by the skin of a fire dragon.
Bang~
The middle-aged man was knocked to the ground on his back, his head hit the hard concrete floor hard, and he shook his head dizzily.
He supported the ground with one hand, flicked his waist, and was about to turn over and jump up. The werewolf security guards had already rushed over to restrain him.
"Be honest!" The fat and muscular security werewolf aunt suddenly swung her fist as big as a sand bowl and punched the middle-aged man in the stomach, hitting him so hard that his eyes bulged.
"Oh haha~"
Anton picked up the sniper rifle from the ground with a smile and whistled, "Barrett 821..."
He looked up again at the camera hanging around the middle-aged man's neck and raised his eyebrows, "That's really interesting."
"Ask someone to go to the Auror Office of the Ministry of Magic and ask them to arrange for someone to come over."
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