Chapter 107 The Generation Gap

Voldemort squinted out the window, his eyes dark.

"The spell pattern on your hand is very interesting. It seems that Dumbledore noticed that I was in the castle, peeping at the Philosopher's Stone."

Obviously, Lao Fu found that he was awake.

Voldemort didn't turn around, just looked out the window at the spire of a tall castle.

"He doesn't know what cards I have, why can't I kill him, heh." Lao Fu sneered.

"I, a teacher who seems to know everything, also has a day of confusion, which is really interesting."

"How to avoid death, a wonderful subject."

"Of course, he has this self-confidence. Even if I'm here, in school, I can't hurt anyone. I'm so confident and arrogant."

Anton pursed his lips and said nothing.

At this time, saying anything is wrong, he would rather regard the person in front of him as Quirrell.

Yes, he is Quirrell, very good.

"Look at those teenagers on the Quidditch pitch..." Lao Fu was still talking, "Harry Potter? Huh."

"What a fool, to expect such a child to kill me? What kind of prophecy would you rather believe?"

Lao Fu shook his head, as if feeling quite emotional, "Yes, I also failed once because of that prophecy."

He turned around and looked at Anton.

"Do you know why Dumbledore has been wary of me from the beginning to the end?" Lao Fu raised the corner of his mouth, "Because he saw his shadow in me."

"I saw that letter, oh, it's so interesting, Dumbledore wrote to Grindelwald, he expounded his ideas, wizards rule Muggles, for the greater good."

"Grindelwald believed his nonsense and devoted his life to it, but he hid like a coward in a castle and became his teacher."

"The greatest white wizard who defeated this dark wizard who threatened the world and locked him in Nurmengard Castle." Voldemort sneered.

"He's just a coward, he's scared, he's holding back, that's all."

"He knows it's a great interest, but he can't see war, he can't see bloodshed, he can't see people dying, but this is the only way for change. It's really hypocritical."

Anton pursed his lips, but still didn't say anything.

Voldemort stared at Anton with great interest, "I see my shadow in you, but I am different from Dumbledore. I am very happy about this. I intend to invite you to participate in this great change."

Anton still didn't speak.

"You seem hesitant to speak, and you can speak freely." Voldemort pointed at the magic lines on Anton's wrist, "The greatest white wizard of this century cast a spell on me, oh, you know, I can't hurt you .”

This is true, Lao Deng himself promised.

Since this is the case...

Then I'm still afraid of you chicken!

He exhaled softly, "Someone said that I am very attractive. I am indeed very thoughtful and capable. When I grow up, I do have the ability to change." Anton is not humble.

"but……"

"Wizard? Muggle?"

Anton sneered, "None of my business!"

Voldemort was stunned, really shocked, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"I'm very tired, Professor." Anton glanced at Voldemort, his eyes blurred, "I used to be mediocre and diligent, and all I asked for in life was a shelter from the wind and rain. Now I study hard Practicing is nothing more than wanting to live a good life.”

"Everyone has unfortunate experiences. You can say that you can't understand the world and intend to change it, but I'm different. I can't understand it. I want to have the strength to keep all bad things away from me."

"Change?"

"Change chicken feathers, I'm not interested!"

"When you are alive, don't bother me. After you die, let it be a flood."

"This is what I really mean. Dumbledore stands here, and I say the same thing." Anton stared at Voldemort, "The only thing that can interest me now is the wonderful food and mysterious magic in the wizarding world. That's all."

"You guys are so idle, one intends to change the world, and the other intends to prevent others from changing the world."

"Ah……"

"None of my business!"

Anton got up and left, opened the door, and left.

He just wants to live a wonderful life and see delicious food and magic. If he was killed because he refused Voldemort, it would be considered a wonderful experience. Well, death is not bad, at least it is better than dying of old age after doing nothing.

He has always been like this, because he looks down on life and death, but he can live a more comfortable and exciting life.

"Too lazy?"

In the office, Voldemort repeated these words in disbelief, the most outrageous evaluation he got in his life was this sentence!

This student he fancy, gave him such a comment?

"None of my business?"

What kind of weird brain circuit is this?

Are young people like this now?

Voldemort suddenly felt a huge gap with this student - a generation gap!

For a time, the three views were shattered.

"What's going on in this world?"

...

...

Anton was in a bad mood and walked slowly along the corridors of the castle.

In many cases, human nature cannot stand the test. He admits that even if he is a time traveler, even if he has experienced so many things, even if he is sometimes so brave that he would not recognize himself in his previous life...

But he was still him, the ordinary, ordinary man.

He doesn't have the great ambitions of Grindelwald and Voldemort, wanting to make the world follow his will, nor is he as gentle as Dumbledore, trying his best to bring peace and tranquility to the world.

He just wanted to walk more, see more, eat more different things while he was alive, and see more of the world of super magic that he never had the chance to encounter in his previous life.

It feels like...

He was visiting the world of Harry Potter, not a full part of it.

He even felt a little lonely.

He casually sat down on the steps, and the parchment and quills in the messenger bag flew out.

"Lupine, I'm homesick. I'm going back for Christmas. Remember to prepare egg fried rice for me. Although your cooking is terrible, I still want to eat..."

Anton wrote a lot, the corridor was filled with orange lights, and a firefly flew around the lamp holder.

After finishing writing, fold it carefully and put it in an envelope.

At least, this world has such an anchor, which makes him feel a little bit grounded.

He has a home in this world, and this kind of thought gives him some warmth.

Lupine, Ilsa, Rozier, Anna, Nagini, the old wizard, Pedro. Faces flashed through his mind one by one, and he couldn't help smiling.

So he wrote another letter to Anna, "Are you coming back for Christmas?"

Walking briskly to the owl hut, he asked a Hogwarts public owl postman to help deliver the letter. Anton generously dug out a piece of potion from his messenger bag and gave it to him. Stems are very popular with postmen.