Chapter 195 Don't Do This, I'm Scared

In the dark office, a white-haired old man in a purple wizard robe sat on a tall high-backed chair.

His eyes flickered, he stroked the ring on his finger, and a cold light flowed over his half-moon-shaped glasses.

The old man was almost plunged into darkness. Under the not-so-bright yellow light, the weird nose that seemed to be broken twice looked a little weird.

Not knowing what the old man thought of, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly, with a murderous look on his face.

"!!!"

Anton swallowed the ice cream in a panic, feeling the icy cold stretching down his throat, his whole body was stimulated with goosebumps.

He wondered if it was time to slip away.

Ever since Snape and Harry Potter had problems one after another, Old Deng looked particularly dangerous.

Murderous! Don't stay here for long!

then……

Anton began to eat with a big mouthful.

You have to eat fast, leave as soon as you finish eating!

Unfortunately, before he finished eating, Dumbledore spoke.

"Anthony Weasley..."

"!!!" What are you doing? Why do you call me by my full name? What are you doing so seriously? He has never been polite to Lao Deng, and it seems that Lao Deng has never been polite to Anton from the beginning.

You are calling so formally now, it will make people's hearts creep~~~

How about we restore the relationship between the principal and ordinary second-grade students and maintain a little mutual strangeness?

"Can you make Horcruxes casually now?"

"puff!"

The ice cream in Anton's mouth sprayed out, he pinched his neck and coughed, and finally spit out a blueberry.

"Are you kidding, I..." He raised his head as he said, "!"

Old Deng was looking at himself intently.

That kind of weird gaze is so simple, it's creepy to see.

"I hope we can be more sincere to each other." Dumbledore showed a kind smile, "You will never know how deep I have researched into the field of insanity."

"..." Anton curled up in the high-back chair, looking weak and helpless.

"Tom can make Horcruxes by killing, but you only need to use the Soul Scalpel." Dumbledore stared at Anton, "I know, you can easily make Horcruxes now."

Mom~

Lao Deng, your expression is very scary now, the baby is scared.

Anton struggled to stretch out his thumb and index finger, and drew an extremely small distance, "Just a little, just a little."

Dumbledore sneered.

He raised his head and looked around. Countless mist filled his eyes. Gradually, the entire office seemed to be shrouded in white mist.

Anton wiped his eyes, looked around, oh, there was fog in front, back, left, and right, only he, Dumbledore, and the table between them could still see clearly.

"This is the secret spell, which shields everyone from knowing what happened in the mist."

Anton's eyes lit up, "It doesn't exist in the memory of anyone or anything, which is equivalent to hiding information in the long river of time, so that even a prophecy cannot be calculated."

"Is this the transformation spell of the Fidelity Curse?"

Dumbledore froze for a moment, and said with emotion, "It's really excellent."

"Anton..."

Old Deng's eyes were dark, "Your appearance has exhausted my patience quickly."

grunt.

Anton swallowed, and his hand in his sleeve quietly gripped the handle of his wand. Tom had broken both of his spare wands, and now he must watch out for Dumbledore's sudden release of an expelling weapon.

The power of casting spells without a staff...

Well, this thing really made him lose confidence in defeating Dumbledore.

But with the wand and the "Tom's Wreck", Anton could escape from Dumbledore's hands even if he risked being corrupted by Voldemort's emotions.

"What do you think..." Dumbledore was silent for a moment, "What would Tom do if I died?"

"!!!"

Anton's eyes widened, looking Dumbledore up and down.

Good guy.

You play so big, does Grindelwald know?

Seeing Dumbledore staring at him, Anton thought for a while, "A comeback?"

Dumbledore laughed, "The war chess you are studying?"

Hehe, what do you know, old man? After I graduate, Voldemort will also have Barbie Q. This kind of war chess researched from Hogwarts School, the decisive battlefield, will have irreplaceable symbolic significance.

Just change the background settings a bit...

It will definitely be sold all over the world for ten years!

At that time, Lao Tzu will not have to be bothered by worldly affairs, and he can play wherever he likes.

Do you know if you are financially free? Have you accumulated family capital?

At that time, I will learn from the online game settings of the Muggle world, and give a few words to the twins. Behind them are five pure-blood families, two groups of intelligent creatures, and a wizard business empire rising from the ground?

Oh, if you want to ask about the background, it's the Weasleys, the Longbottoms, the Abbots, the Lupines, the Roziers, and the werewolves and goblins.

Hehe, Lockhart actually thought he had to rely on his connections?

Dumbledore crossed his fingers and stared at Anton, "I hope that you, as Tom's student, will join him and help him manage and restrain the students in the school, so as to protect the safety of these students."

oh~

Anton sneered, "When Voldemort falls, I will be the number one Death Eater that everyone wants to get rid of soon."

Dumbledore shook his head, "I will leave a memory ball to prove that you are the undercover agent I sent there."

Anton still sneered and looked at Dumbledore, "You seem to have overestimated your own prestige. Would you like me to read you the front page headline of the Daily Prophet a few days ago? You prove it? You thought you were dead After that, is your proof still useful?"

These big guys had great prestige when they were alive, and they thought that their words after death would also be very useful.

Heh, not to mention Dumbledore, even Voldemort, a demon leader known for his terror of death, once died, those so-called subordinates were all alienated.

Let the tea cool down, hello, haven't you heard the words of your ancestors?

The plan is on my head?

There are no doors!

None of my business!

Thought I was Snape?

Dumbledore just smiled, very obscenely, oh, no, it should be weird, "Then there is no way, I will explain to them myself when the time comes."

"?????" Little Anton had a question mark on his face.

"To put it simply, you help me make a Horcrux. I use death to draw Tom and his forces out. You are helping me prepare the resurrection ceremony, so as to take the opportunity to completely uproot them."

Anton frowned and thought, "You seem to be in the wrong direction."

"The most important thing now is to find his horcruxes. Only by destroying all those horcruxes can he be completely eliminated."

"Yes." Dumbledore exhaled wearily, leaning on the armrest with one hand, gently supporting his side face.

"It was supposed to be done that way."

"But, Anton, as I said, I'm running out of patience."

"You go to help your teacher revive, you can ask me for anything you need, and ask him to call all his subordinates, not one less, you know?"

Anton swallowed, looked at the big man's sitting posture, and shrank back into the high-back chair. "What's the use of this? If he can't be killed, he can still be resurrected forever."

Dumbledore sneered, "Then don't kill him."

"Shut it up, and then slowly dig out the location information of each Horcrux from his head."

"I've said it before, you'll never guess what field my instigating mind has gone deep into."

There was only white mist in the eye sockets of Dumbledore's eyes, and the mist was pervasive and surging, as if mixed with the surrounding mist.

He raised his head and stared at Anton, "I'm impatient, this is the third time."

Anton blinked pitifully.

God~

don't do that.

I'm afraid!

Old Deng, what's wrong with you? Are you still the cute little old man I knew?