"You have expanded the lower limit of wizards. I can predict that at some point in the future, after your theory is popularized, young wizards will graduate from magic schools and at least be at the level of magic masters."
"Perhaps at that time, if you wanted to be a professor in a magic school, you had to be at least as good as Dumbledore."
Anton called the four of them to the second floor of the old cabin. As the excited chatter of the friends downstairs came up, Grindelwald spoke these words slowly, his face filled with emotion.
Professor McGonagall sneered somewhat tit for tat, "This seems to be a very good thing!"
Grindelwald raised his eyebrows, "Who knows?"
Dumbledore ignored the two people arguing, just rubbed the strange ring on his finger, leaned against the wall at the top of the stairs, and listened quietly to the discussion downstairs.
As he listened, a kind smile appeared on his face.
"Very good, they are all good kids."
Of course, it's also fun.
He imagined that he was Harry, maybe Professor McGonagall and Hermione, and Grindelwald was Draco.
After all, the quarrels upstairs and downstairs were so synchronized that he really wanted to laugh.
Finally, after Gellert and Minerva had finished arguing, he looked up at these two old friends and said, "Maybe this is indeed a new era. I think the future does belong to them. This seems to be a good idea."
possible."
Maybe Gellert still has some ambitions and is eager to do some things and provide some guidance to the world, but Dumbledore is really tired.
in particular……
Ever since Anton killed Voldemort in front of so many people in New York, the subtle changes in the situation made Dumbledore really tired of facing those stupid people again.
He is really old.
Nicoléme once told him that once he mastered the magic stone to make the potion of immortality, and to distinguish the rules of human life span, he should not calculate based on age.
You should treat your entire life as one day.
At ten o'clock in the morning, we were full of energy and eager to do something.
At ten o'clock at noon, the sun is shining brightly, the fog that filled the road has dispersed, and we can move forward bravely.
At night, your tired body and mind should take a rest.
And Dumbledore, it was already night.
This is not something that can be changed by drinking some joy potion or immortality potion.
Ariana is doing well in the world of the undead, Gellert has gained freedom from Nurmengard but does not have too radical ambitions to move forward, and Aberforth, the younger brother, has also begun to look for a partner in the hope of continuing the family bloodline...
The changes that Anton brought to Dumbledore made him deeply moved, and it seemed as if all the burdens on his heart had been lifted.
Sometimes he even felt that he would never wake up again after sleeping, with a satisfied smile on his face.
Now, I am completely free from worries, desires and desires.
At most, while he is still alive, he can more or less promote the development of the situation between wizards and Muggles, but that is no longer particularly important.
Dumbledore turned to look at Anton, with a warm smile on his face, "I think I don't really agree with the term 'night school', or the cram school, reemployment training class you mentioned."
Anton was stunned for a moment and looked at Lu Ping involuntarily. Lu Ping also looked shocked and shook his head slightly at him.
Dumbledore ignored their micro-expressions and said to himself, "This morning at the Black Lake, Lupine's evaluation of me was not correct. Anton, I am actually quite a rebellious person."
As he spoke, he looked at the two children who took a deep breath and blinked narrowly.
Good guy, Anton is sure that Old Deng was at the Ministry of Magic at that time. How did he know about the conversation between him and Lupine by the Black Lake?
Lupine turned a little pale with fright. Although he knew that Dumbledore would definitely not mind, an awkward and stiff smile appeared on his face involuntarily.
"I appreciate change." Dumbledore walked over slowly, found a chair and sat down, wiggling his buttocks to find a comfortable position.
"Gellert and Minerva can both prove this to you."
Dumbledore looked at Anton seriously, "I have studied your book "Wizards Are Gods" over and over again and written a lot of notes. I think you will be interested."
As he spoke, he raised his old, wrinkled arm, reached into the window where several rays of light intertwined in front of him, and gently pulled out a book and placed it on the table in front of Anton.
It was an extremely unique spell. Although Dumbledore was sitting nearly two meters away from Anton, it was as if the entire space was distorted. He did not move, but he still naturally stretched his arms and put down the books to Anton.
beside.
Seeing Anton's surprised look, Lao Deng couldn't help but smile slightly, "Yes, it's your apparation magic. Because it's so practical, I really like it, so I learned it secretly."
As he said that, he had a weird expression, "Of course, I still remember what you said - OK, let me fight back. First, I have to hold the wand."
You old bee, you secretly learned my magic, and you even imitated my words, with a narrow expression on your face.
Anton curled his lips.
"I originally thought this must be a book that can change the magical destiny of many people." Dumbledore said with a smile, pointing in the direction where the sound of discussion was vaguely heard downstairs, "But when I just listened to what you said, I suddenly felt,
At this time, we should not only let a small number of people learn.”
"Since you are so generous in giving this precious magic knowledge to others and are willing to lead more people to the magic path you study, I think I should also take this change seriously."
Dumbledore turned to look at Professor McGonagall, "I think it is necessary for us to open another college in addition to the four major colleges of Hogwarts."
"!!!"
"!!!"
"!!!"
"Merlin's beard!" Professor McGonagall exclaimed, looking at Dumbledore in disbelief and then at Anton, although just before everyone came to the hut, they were chatting about wanting to re-examine the story about Antony.
The identity of the child Weasley doesn't need to be so exaggerated.
It was so exaggerated that he wanted to change the structure of the four major colleges that Hogwarts has had for thousands of years and establish a new college for Anton.
Professor McGonagall consciously wanted to refute that Anton was just a child...
But before the words were spoken, she became somewhat silent. It seemed that it was not impossible.
"Ha~" Grindelwald chuckled and said with some teasing, "I can even imagine the depressing atmosphere in the Ministry of Magic now. Dumbledore, if you expand another academy now, you may not get the support of the school directors.
"
Dumbledore raised his eyebrows, took out a small silver scallop-shaped box from his pocket, opened it, gently grabbed a cockroach from it and threw it into his mouth, chewing it with squinted eyes.
"They will agree."
"It's hard to say." Grindelwald was not very optimistic.
"Hmm~" Dumbledore smacked his lips, "Gellert, you were not at the Ministry of Magic and did not see that scene. I think I learned a lot and understood a lot in that place, so I realized a problem.
"
As he spoke, he seemed to be aging and slack, as if he was about to close completely at any moment. His wrinkled eyelids suddenly opened, and his clear eyes were full of sharp light.
"They will follow my advice."
"because……"
"I'm Albus Dumbledore!"
Every word is spoken with great force and domineering power!