Anton ate and sighed, forget it, who can fool someone like Dumbledore?
Since he doesn't want to take a stand, so be it.
But one thing is that now that Lao Deng knows it, it means that his life is not in danger, which makes him breath a big sigh of relief.
He leaned forward, leaned his upper body on the desk, and asked quietly, "You said this kind of real-name induction spell, if I go to the Muggle world and pay a lot of writers to write stories, and put his name
Write it in and make it the villain or the protagonist."
"As long as even one book becomes a best-seller, you would say at least hundreds of thousands or even millions of people are reading his name. Will he be driven crazy by the noise?"
Dumbledore looked at him in surprise, with a strange expression on his face.
Anton shrugged, "My uncle, Lupine, is rich now, enough to fund a large number of writers. He just needs the naming rights of a character. It can be done."
"A very clever idea." Dumbledore smiled slightly, "But it won't work. This has touched the sensitive nerves of the Ministry of Magic. They will definitely find a way to deal with anyone who dares to do this."
As he spoke, his face became serious, "We know that this is a difficult battle, and we cannot let the smoke of gunpowder permeate the Muggle world. They don't have much resistance against wizards!"
"Anthony." Dumbledore put his hands on the table and looked at him gently, "I talked to Fiennes once. Obviously he has brought some bad influence to you, but I can feel that your essence is not good.
bad."
"!!!" Anton was shocked, "Have you talked to my teacher?"
Dumbledore smiled and nodded, "He is a very unique wizard. He can retain human will in a ghost state. This is something I never thought of."
"When talking about what happened during his lifetime, he regretted it very much. He asked me to go to his Gringotts vault to take out his inheritance and help him compensate those who had been harmed by him."
Anton took a deep breath, "Does he still have an inheritance?"
This is not my dear teacher anymore, good guy, he still has this hand.
We've been together for two years.
Fiennes, I didn’t expect you to be such a person!
"I went to find Lupine again. He is indeed living a good life now and is also working hard to help other werewolves." Dumbledore looked at Anton with a smile. "There is also Pedro, the wise man of the goblin clan.
With the help of Andre Rozier, we went to major factories to discuss improving the goblin workers."
"Obviously, under your influence, many people have taken the right path."
You actually conduct home visits secretly?
Or are you hiding it from me, a kid who doesn’t know anything?
Anton was shocked and numb again.
He grabbed a cockroach and threw it into his mouth, but this time it was tasteless and his head was in a mess.
"So I had an incredible conjecture." Dumbledore also grabbed a pile of cockroaches, his crescent glasses filled with light, "Maybe..."
He spread his hands to show that you understand.
"He can get better under your influence."
Anton suddenly took a breath and was so shocked, "You think too highly of me, don't you?"
"I'm still a kid!"
He gestured with his fingers, "Eleven years old!"
I can't understand Dumbledore's brain circuit at all!
Lao Deng ate the pile of cockroaches with a smile, took a sip of honey lemon water, and then said quietly, "In my eyes, he is just a child. This is my problem. I was busy with other things and had no time to care about him.
His inner feelings."
"He's obviously a little paranoid on certain issues."
some?
Dumbledore, there is something wrong with your adjective.
Anton opened his mouth, not knowing what to say at all. The pile of cockroaches crawled out of his mouth, and he quickly stuffed it back.
Shocked me for ten thousand years.
"There are some people." Dumbledore's eyes were full of inexplicable emotions. "They always feel eager to change the world, but in fact they don't know that this is no longer the age of wizards. Wizards have never been the mainstream of mankind.
Not even after the witch hunt."
"Muggles and wizards maintain a delicate balance, and the Ministry of Magic and the International Federation of Wizards have made great efforts to this end."
"In addition to the decreasing number of pure-blood families, more and more wizards are coming from mixed-blood or Muggle families."
Dumbledore spoke of this with a serious look on his face.
"Many of their parents and relatives are Muggles!"
"Most people have not noticed that half-blood, Muggle-born wizards have quietly occupied the vast majority of the wizarding world, blindly leading the hatred of Muggles, and even planning to enslave Muggles, which will destroy the already fragile wizards.
The biggest tear in the world."
He grabbed a large handful of candies from an oversized golden cup on his desk and scattered them on the table.
Then gently move a small part of it to one side.
"A wizard who has nothing to do with the Muggle world."
Then he pointed to most of the candies, "These are the largest group of people. They have a constant relationship with Muggle society in terms of family ties, love, friendship, and everything else."
"That's why they failed."
Anton nodded in agreement, listening a little fascinated.
This was an angle he had never heard of before. As the chairman of the International Wizarding Federation and the chief wizard of the Wizengamot, the man in front of him definitely had a vision that ordinary wizards did not have.
He also thought of Harry Potter, a child of a pure-blood family who also had Muggle relatives.
"He can no longer feel love and only hates me. He is even less likely to listen to me, an old man, about love and peace." Dumbledore was a little helpless. "What's interesting is that he has always longed to become a dark magician.
The professor of defense class now has another student."
Anton swallowed, "It's really impossible for me to influence him!"
"Adults' worldview has long been finalized. No matter how reasonable we say it, we can't change anyone's mind."
Dumbledore just smiled, and his slender and old fingers gently touched the bracelet on Anton's wrist.
The bracelet comes to life.
This mithril-like fire dragon circled around the wrist, and finally completely submerged into the wrist, turning into a dragon-shaped tattoo.
"He can't hurt you, Anthony, just try."
I'm still just a child.
Your idea is too outrageous!
Anton still wanted to struggle. This was not a matter of whether he should agree, but whether Dumbledore had such dangerous thoughts.
He looked at Dumbledore seriously, "Professor Quirrell plans to let me die!"
Dumbledore's half-moon glasses flashed with light, and he just smiled slightly, "He can't kill anyone in my school!"
His tone was light but full of strong confidence.
Anton twitched the corners of his lips to show that he was comforted.
He felt something in his heart, touched his wrist, and felt a little disappointed, "Except for the Iron Armor Curse, I have no other good means when facing Quirrell."