681 I will never treat anyone who is willing to follow me badly
"Sirius..." Harry Potter looked a little depressed, "We have learned a lot of dark magic, are we going to become evil dark wizards?"
Harry and the three of them did not go on a night out today. In fact, they had not been in the mood for adventure for several days.
Hermione seemed to have lost her usual shrewdness and had been in a daze for several days. Her face at such a young age always made Harry see an inexplicable, adult-like complex emotion.
Ron was always hesitant to speak. His talent in spells was not good, and he didn't actually learn much from the evil Grindelwald. But at this moment, he didn't know how to chat with Harry.
The friends struggled for a few days, and finally discussed it over dinner and planned to ask an adult.
Harry proposed to find Professor Dumbledore, the greatest wizard of this century. This wise old man should be able to give them direction in life.
It's just that Hermione doesn't seem to want everyone to go find Dumbledore, she can always find countless reasons to convince them
It was Ron who suggested asking Sirius,
After all, this person is not only the professor of the school, but also Harry's godfather. He will definitely not expel them from the school just because they studied with Grindelwald and learned so much dark magic.
Sirius smiled very gently. This mature old man seemed to have experienced a lot and had a steady charm that ordinary people did not have.
He made the three little ones sit down, made them each a cup of hot cocoa, watched them drink it, and then satisfactorily controlled the temperature of the flame in the fireplace to rise.
"It doesn't mean you are a dark wizard after learning black magic." Sirius was wearing a brown suede jacket with a bit of hippie style, with his hands folded across his chest, and a gentle smile on his handsome face.
Seeing the young wizards looking at him, he spread his hands and said, "The black devil corrodes the minds of wizards, making them crazy, cold-blooded, and paranoid..."
"But not every black magic is like this. For example, the ones I taught you before, including the big sticks that you little wizards like to use with their front teeth, this attack spell, or the explosion I taught you before.
curse."
He raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and the handsome old man showed a helpless smile, "However, although teaching everyone the explosive spell in advance immediately aroused everyone's interest, no one seemed to have learned it. This complex spell that can only be learned by senior students is now obviously
It’s not that suitable for you.”
"So……"
He stared at the three little figures and said, "Tell me, what kind of black magic have you learned? Who did you learn it from?"
"It's Grindelwald!" Harry said excitedly, his eyes full of complexity, "We didn't know he was Grindelwald before, and we have been learning from him for a long time!"
"Oh? Grindelwald?" Sirius raised his eyebrows.
Hermione frowned. She didn't like Harry telling Sirius directly the name of Grindelwald. Although this was his godfather, Grindelwald's reputation in the history of magic...
She just felt that speaking out might complicate things.
However, she didn't know why but she still added impulsively,
"He used to be locked up in the cellar of Anton's hut. Later, Anton gave us the hut, and we came into contact with him. It was just after school started, and it has been more than half a year now."
Xiao Tianhenxing narrowed his eyes, "Then Grindelwald is still in the basement of the hut next to the Black Lake, right?"
Harry shook his head in confusion, "He seems to have been promoted to school."
"..." Sirius blinked, rubbed his fingers, thought for a while, and asked again, "Did he say anything at the end?"
Harry was silent for a while, with a tangled expression on his face, and finally slumped down on the sofa weakly, saying somewhat dullly, "He asked us to continue practicing the magic he taught, and said that when the school year is about to end, he will come back to school to conduct a review on us.
A final exam."
Ron also said beside him, "He is so unscrupulous. We decided to tell Professor Dumbledore when the time comes and catch him when he comes to school!"
"That's it..."
Sirius smiled slightly and nodded. Seeing the three little guys looking depressed, he couldn't help but clapped his hands and motioned for them to look over.
"I will help you when the time comes."
Seeing Harry's eyes light up, he couldn't help but smile, "Harry, remember, I am your godfather. If you have any trouble, you can come to me."
"Now, let's find out what black magic he has taught you..."
The three little ones didn't know the name of the spells they learned. They talked about the spells they learned and began to describe the effects of using those spells.
And at this time,
Sirius, Harry, Ron, and Hermione didn't notice...
On the window not far from them, two heads slowly rose up. Both pairs of eyes were huge, observing them carefully.
Surprisingly, it was Anton and Dumbledore.
The colorful vortex and azure blue pupils in his eyes slowly disappeared. Anton blinked his glasses, his eyes returned to normal, and he turned his head to give Dumbledore a confused expression.
Dumbledore shrugged, patted Anton's shoulder, and signaled to leave.
"I think you have already found the answer, so why bother asking me to confirm?" Lao Deng took a deep breath.
"That's right, Sirius." Anton rubbed his chin, "When I was in prison in Azkaban, I explored the souls of these prisoners, and Sirius is the most unique."
Speaking of this, Anton expressed admiration, "Although his soul was tortured by the dementors and had many cracks, it was not twisted like those Death Eaters. Obviously no matter how crazy he acted at that time, he still had a longing for beauty and peace in his heart.
The light is full of yearning. If it had not been prone to self-destruction at that time, such a mind would not even be permanently damaged by the torture of dementors, and would quickly recover on its own."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Dumbledore listened to Anton's description with a complicated expression, pursed his lips and said nothing.
"But……"
Anton smacked his lips and said, "I still have three doubts."
"First of all, I was in the cell of Azkaban, but I gave him a wand, which was also the key to his ability to escape the Aurors. And I was the one who found him captured in the laboratory and told you that he
This was how he was rescued. There is no reason for a proud person like him not to come to me to express his gratitude after entering the school."
Dumbledore stopped and shook his head, "It's not surprising. As you said, he has a proud personality. After being captured by the saints and sent to the Potter family for experiments, I think he is indeed not
I know how to face you."
"That's true."
"Also, he just gave Harry and their hot cocoa a potion similar to Veritaserum."
Anton raised his eyebrows, "Aren't you going to do something?"
Dumbledore chuckled, "That potion is called 'Straight Talk'. It also has a calming effect. Ancient pure-blood families often use this potion to deal with some naughty children. Well, this kind of education method is indeed a bit rough.
, I think this method is inappropriate and is as bad as peeking into a child's diary. But I guess Sirius is already used to this behavior and doesn't feel that he is hurting Harry and the others."
"There is still one!"
Anton squinted his eyes, "There are a lot of white fruits on the shelf in his office. There are too many of these medicines used to treat trauma. I heard someone said that Barty Crouch Jr. had a fight with his father.
In one scene, one leg was almost bitten off."
Dumbledore still shook his head, "He is indeed not Barty Jr. I know my students well, especially under the circumstances of special observation now, there is no way I can admit my mistake."
"As for the so-called fresh food..."
"Sirius's teaching method seems to be more practical.
From the explosion spell he taught at the beginning, to the lessons of the past few days, I think he also has some concerns about the current status of the wizarding world."
"Okay." Anton looked back at the Defense Against the Dark Arts office with some reluctance, smacked his mouth, "But I
I still have a hunch that this Sirius is a little different."
"He has gone through too much, and now he has finally regained his reputation and freedom. However, his enemy Peter Pettigrew went to Azkaban with Tom, and there are so many Muggles in the family..." Dumbledore said quietly.
Sighing, "I already owe him too much. If only I could give him more trust..."
"Indeed!" Anton smiled at Lao Deng, "You really don't care enough for your subordinates, and they will work hard for you anyway!"
"You just feel that you have given everything you have to the wizarding world, and you feel that other people's contributions are justified, but you have never thought of helping."
"Lupin and the others are in bad luck following you."
Dumbledore couldn't help but glared at Anton, "You too,
What about those dark wizards who came back from the North Pole? You just threw them into your office training center and never took care of them again! You have no right to say that I am cold-blooded, you are even more cold-blooded!"
"No, no, no, I am studying the teaching materials. I will teach them magic in a while. I just need some time..." Anton chuckled, "I will never treat people who are willing to follow me badly."
"Textbook?*
"Of course, I plan to open an adult night school to give those dark wizards, fighting witches, and Muggle squibs a chance."
Dumbledore became interested, "Do you mind if I take a look?"
"Of course I don't mind, but I'll share it with my cabin mates first. I'll come back and take it to your office tomorrow. Can you help me refer to it?"
Dumbledore suddenly started to sneer, "I am an old man who has devoted his whole life to education. In this regard, I think I still have a lot to teach you."
"Hehe, that's good."
"!!!" Dumbledore suddenly stopped and slowly turned his head to look at Anton, "Words carry emotions, thereby releasing magic that no one can detect.
"Anton, this is the spiritual magic I taught you, and you actually learned it and used it on me, an old man who is over a hundred years old and has stepped into the grave?"
"You were supposed to bring it over and beg me to look at it for you, but now it's me begging you to look at it?"
Anton blinked and looked out the window, "Oh, Merlin's beard, it's already so late, I have to go to bed quickly, Professor Dumbledore, good night!"
After saying that, he ran away in a hurry.
In the air, there was a faint burst of cheerful laughter, "Quack, quack, quack~"