Chapter 133 You Were Cheated

"You were tricked by Tom!"

Dumbledore's face was full of wisdom, and he was eating Bibi's multi-flavored beans with a smile. Suddenly, he frowned and turned around to spit it out.

"Tom deliberately ignored many conditions."

"In fact, the large-scale emergence of Muggles and mixed-bloods occurred in recent decades. Under the previous management of the Ministry of Magic, wizards and Muggles were not allowed to marry."

"He'll be caught and thrown in jail."

Dumbledore squinted his eyes and looked out the window, his eyes were blurred, "At that time, children born with mixed blood and Muggle background will be killed, and orphans whose background cannot be found will also be killed to ensure the purity of wizard blood .”

"Under this background, there are no so-called powerful half-bloods or Muggle wizards at all. They are all killed."

"All orphans try to hide their magic riots. It was an era when there were frequent occurrences of silence."

Dumbledore crossed his fingers on the table and looked at Anton seriously, "This is why we want to protect the Muggle world. If those children could grow up smoothly and enter the campus, the population violence brought to the wizarding world The increase in strength brought to the wizarding world will be completely different."

"The Muggle world is the source of the wizarding world."

Anton suddenly realized, "No wonder you fought Grindelwald back then. No one would say it was the first wizarding war. Everyone knows that Grindelwald was right!"

Dumbledore's eyes became sharp, staring at Anton closely, "What did you say?"

Anton blinked, "Isn't it?"

"Pure blood began to combine with Muggles, children of mixed blood and even Muggle families can grow up, can enter magic schools, the balance between the Ministry of Magic and the Muggle world..."

He spread his hands, "It's just because Grindelwald has been here before."

"Really?" Dumbledore snapped his fingers, his knuckles turned white, and murmured, "He's been here..."

This silver-haired old man, who looked extremely tough and steady, had a rare look of confusion and weakness in his eyes.

Even the whole person exudes a certain 'bewildered' atmosphere.

Yes, this is the effect of emotions and magic power. After Anton mastered several kinds of eyes, his naked eyes became extraordinarily sensitive to things like emotions.

The corner of Anton's mouth twitched, "Sorry, Dumbledore, I seem to be talking too much, sorry."

Dumbledore pursed his lips and shook his head lightly, "No, you're right."

For some reason, Lao Deng had a bright smile on his face, smiling so proudly, "Because he has been here!"

"!!!"

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"You were tricked by Dumbledore!"

Voldemort's snake body quickly walked around the office, and finally turned his head to stare at Anton coldly, "This is a compromise!"

"Wizards don't need a lot of people, and wizards don't need any wisdom from people of so-called Muggle blood!"

"A powerful wizard, as long as he wants to live, hundreds of years is not a problem, population is always a ridiculous topic!"

"Willlessly condoning the proliferation of Muggle blood in the wizarding world will only lead to these ants-like dense Muggle blood occupying the entire wizarding world!"

Voldemort's tone was rapid, and the head of the rune snake possessed by him was looking down at Anton from the desk.

"Have you ever heard of a fairy tale where the number of gods is innumerable?"

"A small group of people occupying the top of the world's detachment is enough!"

"When all wizards have Muggle blood, the wizarding world will disappear, and they will be completely dragged into the Muggle world by the so-called ridiculous love, family, friends and so on."

Voldemort stared at Anton,

"My student, can you imagine that all Muggles know about wizards, and Muggle-born wizards don't kill?"

Anton nodded seriously.

Mutants!

He pursed his lips, the world of mutants, uh, that's not so beautiful.

Anton still prefers the wizarding world.

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"You were tricked by Tom!"

"The decisions that determine the fate of wizards have always been firmly grasped."

Dumbledore smiled, "There will always be some wizards who don't understand. The Ministry of Magic is just an ordinary management organization, and it cannot represent the wizarding world."

"In fact, the International Federation of Wizards, the Wizengamot, the management of the magic school and the school board..." Dumbledore sneered, "these are all much higher levels than the Ministry of Magic."

"We deliberately downplay our authority, but we control all the important links at all times."

"The supremacy of wizards is our belief, and it is our consensus to treat Muggles kindly. The International Federation of Wizards' Secrecy Act is our attitude towards Muggles."

"On the issue of being able to control the fate of wizards, we will always have the final say."

"Tom knew, but he didn't tell."

"He thinks you, an orphan who came out of the Muggle world, will be like him back then, thinking that the management department is the highest department, no, the Ministry of Magic? Huh."

"!!!" Anton suddenly realized and nodded.

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"You were tricked by Dumbledore!"

Voldemort screamed!

At this time, he was possessing Quirrell's head, and the surging and extreme emotions aroused the magic power, and the whole office was shaking.

All items are shaking violently.

It was as if a storm had come on a small boat in the sea, and Anton shrank pitifully on the high-back chair.

It's so weak and helpless.

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"We just need to cast the Muggle Repelling Curse on the whole of Britain..."

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"Hasn't he heard of nuclear bombs? Even a hundred-year-old man like me knows."

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In this way, Anton went back and forth between Dumbledore and Quirrell's offices all day, his whole head was squeezed like a paste by the argument.

Until he looked at the sky, which was beginning to be smudged by the sunset, and suddenly he woke up.

He stared at the sky from the huge window of the castle without a word, and exhaled deeply.

"None of my business!"

Yeah, the wizarding world turned into any kind of bird, fuck it.

You guys like to be noisy, can't you just sit down and have a good chat?

Tell me, the middleman, to pass on a message?

For some reason, Anton thought of a TV series he had watched in his previous life. There was a scene like this, Xiao Ming's parents had a quarrel.

"Go and tell your dad, come over to eat, or he will starve to death!"

"Oh."

"Go and tell your mother, today's dishes are too salty, is the salt at home free?"

"Oh."

"Go tell that dead ghost, if you don't like it, cook it yourself!"

"Oh."

"Ok……"

"Oh."

Dad was stunned, "I haven't said anything yet!"

Xiao Ming stared blankly at his father, "Huh?"

Finally Dad sighed and said, "You tell your mom it's time for the laundry at home, and ask her when the washing machine will be fixed."

"Oh!"

"Hehe, suffocate him! Tell your dad to let him wash his hands!"

"Oh!"

Look, Anton is that poor and helpless Xiao Ming.

Domestic cold violence is a no-brainer!

But he still reluctantly opened the door of Quirrell's office. There was no way he could afford to offend these two for the time being.

His eyes were blank, "Dumbledore asked when the washing machine will be repaired?"

"Hehe, you were deceived by him. Huh?" Voldemort looked puzzled.

"!!!" Anton felt like he was about to collapse.

ah ah ah...

When is this a head! ! !