Chapter 472 (Addition 2) You Fake Fan

My name is Anton.

I'm an Auror trainee with three training sessions.

Today, I sneaked into a large gathering of evil dark wizards with Master Auror. On the deck of this cruise ship surrounded by nearly two hundred terrifying and cruel dark wizards, it was covered with blocking spells, and the only gate was blocked by a strong man. blocked.

In this extremely dangerous place, if we accidentally reveal our identities, the only thing that will greet us is death.

I am not afraid of death, because I know that I represent justice.

Died for justice, I think I should die with honor.

My heart is full of love for this land, and my veins are full of loyalty to the Ministry of Magic. In order to crack this conspiracy organization, to find the mastermind behind the scenes, and for the peace and tranquility of the wizarding world, I will not hesitate to die!

Never imagined……

We caught the clues so quickly, and found out the real culprit who organized such a large gathering of black wizards from a large number of clues!

That is……

I!

-Anthony Weasley, Confessions of a Loyal Auror

—Stories I had to tell the Auror Office and I in the first volume. Chapter 1 I'm Really Not the King of Dark Wizards

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At such a moment, I clearly realized that if I don’t want to pay for the behavior of fans, if I don’t want to go back to that terrible and dark Azkaban again, if I don’t want to lose this hard-won glorious Auror shoulder badge...

Yes, I realize, I should do something about it.

Since they admire me so much, maybe I can do something for them, such as—advise them to be good British citizens, work hard to get rich, warm and sincere, humble and elegant, follow the law, be a real person, live a real life Life.

Maybe I can.

Take this opportunity to bring some good changes to the world.

Looking at their sincere faces, I think these people are just going astray. They are not as lucky as me. They are taught by so many famous teachers. They are struggling at the bottom of the wizarding society, and their lives have no direction at all.

They need a philanthropic person to give them a hand!

Pull them out from the muddy swamp, bring them back to the world, and feel the warmth.

So, with a yearning for a better light, I put down the wizard robe and hood that covered my face, and walked up with my head held high, full of justice, and striding forward...

——Chapter Two The Bell of the New Era

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There are many people who are as confused as Anton and old Ronaldo.

Not everyone was a loyal fan of Anton. A bald man with a lot of tattoos walked up, and his loose wizard robe was stretched by his muscles, like a moving bear.

"It's ridiculous. You tricked me into coming here just to let us join you and dedicate our loyalty to a child?"

His bald head, Cheng Liang, glistened under the sun, and the black tattoos on it looked very ferocious, and looked particularly ferocious. Standing forward alone, he was not afraid of so many fanatical fans.

"Heh~ Keaton, I will never be able to see the light of wisdom in your head." Witch Hester looked at him coldly, "You are like a barbarian who walked out of the ice field, I really doubt you A wizard."

"Hahahaha..." the bald man Keaton laughed, raised his thick arms, and pointed at Witch Hearst, "Everything is just your conspiracy, I can see it, you are manipulating everything in the name of others." These idiots do things for you."

"Why dedicate your loyalty to Weasley? Do you know how terrifying the river troll is? I think you want everyone to die, so you can get this mandrake for you, right?"

The people around became noisy, fanatics yelled at Wizard Keaton, rational people began to doubt Witch Hester's purpose, and hesitant people chose to stand on the sidelines.

Old Ronaldo breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the cold sweat off his brow. He thought he had fallen into a black wizard's trap just now, and was suspecting that he would be dismembered and thrown into the sea by Anton's commanding men.

Looking at Anton's innocent little eyes, he couldn't help but relax and smile, "So that's the case, I thought..."

Anton spread his hands, "If I don't come, I don't know that someone uses my name to do such a thing."

"Indeed!" Old Ronaldo waved his fist, "It's just too hateful."

Anton nodded vigorously, "Yes!"

"Let me tell you!" The bald-headed and strong wizard Keaton roared and tore off his wizard robe. His arms full of muscles and knots grabbed the sides of the clothes and pulled hard, causing pieces of cloth to fly.

He hammered his chest hard, let out a roar, and turned to face the crowd.

"here!"

He patted the center of his chest vigorously, "I have drawn magic runes all over my body, but here, the center, I have always left it empty!"

"Because I know that I have no backbone, my life is very confused, and I don't know what I want to do!"

"During those years in Azkaban, everything seemed to be overshadowed. I was drawn to happiness by dementors, and my life was dark."

"Until that time, I saw a light!"

"He walks briskly. Aurors are his loyal servants. Dementors are both afraid and eager to make love. Those terrible Death Eaters of the past celebrated his departure and wailed his return."

"He stepped on the light like this, walked to the depths of my soul, brought me light and faith!"

Keaton slammed his chest and made a loud noise, "I tattooed the mysterious symbol (Deathly Hallows symbol) written in his book about the 'Wizard's Bloodline' in the middle, and I also tattooed him on it. His great name—Anton!"

"I am his true believer!"

"And you!"

He pointed at the witch on the ice platform again, "You are just a fake!"

"You have no idea, I was so close to his cell, I heard his holy words, yes, I heard him, he asked those Death Eaters who were tortured by him, to call him Anton, not Anthony Weasley!"

"You fake fans!"

Old Ronaldo originally embraced Anton, intending to express his intimacy to cover up the embarrassment of pointing his wand at his apprentice secretly just now, listen, listen...

His whole body froze.

this……

He swallowed, his whole body was furious, and his whole head was buzzing.

He didn't even dare to move, neither did he put his arm down, nor did he continue to hold it, he just felt that his whole hand was burning...

If he had gone through retirement early and stopped lusting after the free coffee beans, would he not have to go through all this?

Anton blinked in bewilderment.

He originally thought that the bald man was here to expose the witch's deception, so why did he turn into a show of loyalty when he said it, and it turned into an argument of 'Who is the most loyal fan of'My King'?

Now, how can I ask him to explain clearly.

no!

It's just horrific.

Anton had experienced some big events on the Internet in his previous life, and those terrible fans would always make some showy operations, and he wanted his idol to pay for it.

But what the hell, he doesn't know anything.

If old Ronaldo hadn't brought him to practice this time, after this incident, how would others view him?

How would you see hundreds of dark wizards carrying such a huge mandrake to Hogwarts, which symbolizes the two hundred years of friendship between the British and French Ministry of Magic?

That's a proper social death scene.

Anton was shocked and decided not to let such a terrible thing happen.

He lifted the huge hood of his wizard robe and roared, "I am Anthony Weasley."

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Well, no one paid him any attention, and there was still a frantic debate about who was the most loyal Anthony Weasley fan.

Hold the grass!

Anton's face turned cold, and he drew out his wand, and countless mist erupted, spreading in all directions in an instant.

"All petrified!"

Moan softly, wave wand softly.

As if a gust of breeze was blowing, the faint milky white light surged like mist, seemingly very slowly, but covered the entire deck in an instant.

Everything that was originally noisy by the swimming pool was silent for an instant, and everyone was unable to move. They could only use their fixed eyes to see a stone-like color emerging from the wizard beside him in his vision.

Quiet, so quiet for a moment that one could hear the faint sound of the waves blocked by the defensive spell.

Click.

Click.

Click.

Anton walked lightly, stepping on the petrified ground, the water splashed from the swimming pool, and the broken cloth scattered on the ground, shattered on the soles of his shoes, making a rustling sound.

The name Shuyou (メ晓城だ秀梦) is so familiar, it seems to have been accompanied by my daily updates. I am very grateful for the rewards of the book friends, but I am even more grateful for the company all the time, thank you. grateful.

Writing is a very lonely thing. Since I opened this book, I don’t even have time to spend with my wife and children. I only have to keep thinking and typing. That kind of lonely feeling, in the comments, I watched Familiar names suddenly became no longer lonely. Thank you, thank you everyone for your company.