Professor McGonagall slowly walked down the stairs, "Tom is back, Grindelwald is escaping, Fudge is pretending to be sick, there are rumors about to happen everywhere, everything is in chaos."
She seemed a little helpless, "Dumbledore has been fighting all his life. Maybe for Nicola Flamel, he is really still young, but his soul is already exhausted."
"He may not be able to control this." As she said this, she pointed to the floating picture frame behind Anton.
Anton nodded slightly, rubbed the ring on his finger, and said nothing.
"I can't focus on this child for too long." Professor McGonagall stopped and stared at the dark corridor next to the stairs. "The powerful wizard standing among the students and casting the blasting spell really scared me.
I can't imagine if any of my students died from this..."
"I've had nightmares about this for a long time."
She grasped the handrail of the stairs hard, her expression became fierce, "I must find him out of school!"
"Oh~"
"Professor, speaking of this, I actually have an idea." Anton chuckled, "After school today, I went to Azkaban for a walk, and I met Bellatrix Rice in front of Voldemort.
Strange had a fight, so..."
"Merlin's beard!" Professor McGonagall cried out, everyone was stunned.
"You went to Azkaban after school?"
"Yes."
"Did you fight Bellatrix?"
"uh-huh."
"In front of Tom?"
"Yes, what's wrong?" Anton looked innocent.
"What's wrong?!" Professor McGonagall grabbed Anton's arm hard, turned and walked towards Dumbledore's office, "You kid is simply crazy. I thought you said you were going to Azkaban."
No one noticed that I was joking while walking around. Of course I didn’t think I should remind you to be careful. I didn’t expect you to actually go there?”
"Dumbledore!"
"Dumbledore!"
Professor McGonagall pushed open the office door, and was shocked to find Old Deng leisurely eating candy and drinking sparkling water. He was immediately out of breath, "I thought you were very busy now!"
Dumbledore blinked innocently, "Oh, it's very late now, of course I, an old man, would choose to relax."
"Then you can't relax anymore. Anton did something extremely reckless today. He actually ran to Azkaban after class, and when he came back, he acted like nothing was wrong!"
Professor McGonagall spoke so urgently and loudly that the principals in the picture frames on the wall woke up.
Dumbledore was also stunned and looked at Anton in astonishment, "I thought recklessness was another name for our Gryffindors, but I didn't expect that a Slytherin kid like you also does things without thinking."
"Albus!" Professor McGonagall yelled, slamming the table hard, "Are you still joking at this time?"
Dumbledore gently put down the candy plate and asked the two of them to sit down, "Minerva, relax. Look, Anton is sitting here intact now. He was even in the mood to tease me just now. It doesn't look like he was here.
I was wronged, what do you think?"
Professor McGonagall rolled her eyes, glanced at Anton, then at Dumbledore, and waved her hands helplessly. The heavy high-backed chair
It made a crunching sound as it rubbed against the ground, and quickly came behind her.
She sat down and muttered, "It doesn't make anyone worry-free!"
Dumbledore and Anton looked at each other.
Wow, did you hear that? She even scolded you.
Oh, I'm used to it. She won't treat me as the principal when she's in a bad mood. It's not your fault!
Professor McGonagall didn't know that these two guys were chatting using Legilimency. She turned to look at Anton with a scrutinizing look on her face, "Go on, let's make it clear."
As she spoke, another high-backed chair in the corner quickly moved over and stopped opposite her.
He motioned for Anton to sit down and speak.
Dumbledore's eyes twitched as he looked at the wool carpet that had been dragged and rubbed hard by the chair, leaving heavy marks one after another. When he saw McGonagall glared over, he quickly sat upright behind the desk. "Ahem, Anthony Weiss.
Lai, tell me what stupid thing you did!"
Anton looked unnatural as they stared at him, so he had to walk to the chair and sit down obediently, "Well, how should I put it, this matter starts with Dumbledore secretly teaching my cousin Ron black magic.
....."
"Dark magic!" Professor McGonagall was stunned and turned her head vigorously, "Albus Dumbledore!"
Dumbledore shrank and glanced at Anton helplessly, "I have my own reasons. I will explain to you later. I think the most important thing now is to first find out what Anton is doing in Azkaban."
What, it’s more important, isn’t it? Anton, if it’s not important, you can keep it simple.”
"No."
Anton shook his head slightly, "Actually, it starts with Hermione coming to me to learn black magic with Ron."
Hermione Granger actually followed suit and learned dark magic. McGonagall only felt that
Her whole body felt dizzy. God knows how she could endure it and stared at Anton closely.
"Wizards choose magic, and magic also chooses wizards." Speaking of magic, Anton's expression became extremely serious. "Black magic is sometimes like a knife, which will severely cut into our souls, our personality, and our lives."
Everything we do brings harm."
"But at some point, it will also become a grindstone that is very suitable for us and make us extraordinarily strong."
"Ron has obviously found a spell that suits him. There is something missing in his heart. He lacks a certain amount of self-confidence. In this kind of magic that requires self-protection and self-facement, he will complete his personality and personality.
Soul, thereby obtaining a powerful key."
"The same is true for Hermione. Her inner shortcomings lie in the anxiety of her own imperfection. Being too precocious to understand many things in the wizarding society makes her extremely anxious about everything she faces in the society after being born in a Muggle family.
"The honors obtained by intelligence and hard work alone cannot make her feel satisfied. She knows that her lack of creativity and spirituality in magic will stop her at a certain level, which is another greater anxiety."
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Having said this, Anton spread his hands, "But she is actually wrong. I think she has a talent that is better than Harry and her peers."
, but magic is the power of the soul, and her lack of confidence is what led to her subconscious resistance to black magic, which ultimately affected her spirituality in magic."
"So in the process of learning black magic with Ron, she will find her own spiritual power, which is protection. Protecting the weak will always make people burst out with powerful power. This kind of spiritual power and experience will
Little by little, it fills up her heart."
Listening to Anton's analysis of Ron and Hermione's relationship with magic bit by bit, Professor McGonagall gradually calmed down and listened carefully to the magic theory explained from this interesting angle, feeling a little lost for a moment.
Dumbledore clapped his hands in amazement, "Anton, I didn't expect that you also have a good talent in educating others."
"of course."
Anton chuckled, "I have a pair of observant eyes."
He continued to describe what happened in the past few days, from the process of teaching Ron and Hermione to the experience of going to Azkaban.
He was dancing with joy and exuberantly talking.
Thanks to the writing course taught by Lockhart, the content he told was ups and downs and fascinating.
"So, have you discovered an opportunity here?" Anton looked at Professor McGonagall and Dumbledore mysteriously. "The three-headed dementors?" Professor McGonagall asked doubtfully.
"No!" Dumbledore stood up excitedly, "It's Ron and Hermione's magic!"
A stream of light flashed in his half-moon glasses, "Although Anton said that when he used magic in front of Tom, he learned the magic with the help of Boggarts, as long as anyone has seen the process of Ron and Hermione using magic, they will
We can definitely expose this!"
"And if Tom could know,
It must be the message from someone hidden in Hogwarts Castle!"
"We only need to keep an eye on Ron and Hermione to see who knows about this and is trying to pass on the news, and we can quickly lock this person in!"
"Great!" Anton gave a thumbs up, took a pile of cockroaches from Dumbledore's fruit plate and quickly stuffed it into his mouth.
Dumbledore ignored him, quickly pulled out the Elder Wand and waved it in the air.
Buzz~
A blue light surged, and a scene of an office appeared inside.
Obviously, it was already curfew time, Ron and Hermione were not sleeping in the dormitory, and there was Harry Potter beside them.
And...Sirius.
At this moment, Ron and Hermione were practicing the "Spirit of Fear" spell, and Harry stared at them nervously, with a look of concern on his face.
But they didn't notice that Professor Sirius, who said he wanted to protect them behind the scenes, looked a little strange.
Suddenly, Dumbledore frowned.
He knew very well what kind of person his student and the general of the Order of the Phoenix was. The way Sirius looked at Harry must have been extremely gentle and eager to make up for his mistakes, and he looked at Harry who looked the same as James.
Profit will definitely remind him of the past. Then...
What does this dangerous look mean now?
Anton watched this scene with great interest, and almost laughed out loud. Harry stared at Ron and Hermione with a complicated expression, Sirius stared at Harry with a complicated expression, and Dumbledore stared at the little boy with a complicated expression.
Sirius.
Haha, Padfoot, Lao Deng is staring at you.
Anton decided to draw this interesting picture after he went back.
It is said that since he learned magic, he actually started to like writing and drawing, which is quite a thing, considering that he was a science programmer in his previous life.
This is not only a change brought about by magic, but also a change in the mind itself.