Chapter 490 My Stupid Apprentice

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Fiennes' office.

"Ritual magic..." Professor Snape rubbed his chin and shook his head, "It's not what I'm good at."

Anton couldn't help turning his head to look at the old wizard Fiennes.

Fiennes took the cauldron and poured the potion into the large swimming pool in the office, shaking his head too.

"I do know a lot of ritual magic, but I'm sorry, I can't teach you."

Seeing Anton's puzzled expression, he put down the crucible, clapped his hands, and walked to the experimental table to continue cutting some grass roots, "I found a bunch of messy folk remedies everywhere."

He spread his hands, "Many so-called sacrifices to the gods to pray for certain abilities are actually elves bred by ancient wizards using this kind of ritual magic to cultivate certain magical powers."

"It's all conspiracy."

"I know that what I remember in my head is not a good thing, teaching you will only lead you in the wrong direction."

As he spoke, he shook his head with disgust on his face.

At this moment, Snape's werewolf lady came in with a tray of tea and poured everyone a cup of milk tea.

"Thank you, Ms. Nicklaus." Anton took the teacup with a smile, took a sip, his eyes lit up, "This is the best milk tea I've ever had!"

Note: The female werewolf's name is Jillian Nicklaus.

Nicklaus smiled slightly, "My mother lives in a village at the junction of grassland and hills, where there are the best black tea and the best breed of cows. This is the taste of my hometown. Some time ago, Sif took me back to find my family."

"Cough~cough~" Professor Snape obviously choked and coughed violently.

Anton chuckled, Sev? What an interesting name.

He raised his eyebrows at Professor Snape, "Oh, Professor, although it's delicious, there's no need to rush it."

Lao Dun narrowed his eyes and stared at Anton, shaking his wrist.

Anton stuck out his tongue at him, "Slightly~."

"Oh, Miss Nicklaus, please forgive me for doing this." The old wizard picked up the milk tea in front of him and shook it in front of his metal head, "I can't feel any taste, maybe I should let my body drink it have a look."

With that said, he walked to the sink and poured the milk tea in the cup into it.

The huge acromantula in mid-air seems to have no self-awareness. Countless spider silk sticks it to the walls and ceilings. It is soaked in the huge spider belly in the liquid medicine pool. In the split abdominal cavity, The middle-aged Fiennes appears to be sleeping peacefully.

"Oh~"

The old wizard looked very happy, "Look, he looks very healthy."

Anton frowned and looked at the sticky tissue connecting the 'Fiennes' body' and the acromantula's abdomen, "But you didn't realize that this is actually a kind of ritual magic?"

"It's as if Professor McGonagall's husband, affected by the curse, is about to grow into a poisonous tentacles."

The old wizard put down his teacup, "No, no, although I used the steps of Mr. Urquhart and the curse of the poisonous tentacles in reverse, please remember that I was cultivated strictly according to the theory of potions."

"I have explained the knowledge here to you well."

Anton sighed, "Yes, congratulations, teacher, you have successfully added a new method to the 'resurrection ceremony' method, allowing magical animals to conceive their own bodies."

"It's nothing new." Snape used his wand to help stir the liquid medicine in the crucible, observed it, and tapped the wand on the opening of the crucible, shaking off the liquid medicine sticking to the wand, "Historically, there was There are many accounts of certain powerful wizards being raised from the wombs of animals."

"Myth?" Anton pouted, "or fairy tale?"

"Quack quack ~" the old wizard smiled, "This is the tradition of wizards, to spread some interesting things to them in a way that Muggles can accept."

"I know." Anton took a sip of milk tea. "Principal Lockhart told me that he was invited by the International Federation of Wizards and wrote many interesting stories suitable for spreading among Muggles."

"Lockhart~Principal..." Snape's expression looked very strange, and he didn't even mind hiding the contempt in his eyes, "I really can't understand that Lucius and the other school managers would let this person sit Such a position as principal."

"Oh~ Severus." The old wizard grabbed a hairless mouse with pink skin from the cage, picked it up, kissed it full of affection, and threw it into the cauldron, "I think he's the headmaster During that time, he performed well, but he disappeared for some unknown reason.”

"He's always been here." Anton smiled at Snape's surprised expression, "Editor Aibo."

"It's him?!" The old wizard looked surprised.

Snape was thoughtful, "No wonder I always feel that I hate this so-called editor-in-chief of Aibo very much. It turns out that he is Lockhart."

"He just kept his name incognito? Did Dumbledore allow it?"

"I don't know." Anton put down the finished teacup, seeing Ms. Nicklaus happily helping him to refill the tea, he quickly picked it up with both hands to express his respect to the "mother".

"He did a great thing for Dumbledore and played a decisive role."

"I think Dumbledore should fulfill his promise and let him become the vice-principal of the school and the editor-in-chief of the magazine in his own capacity."

"What!" Professor Snape looked unhappy.

"Vice-principal!" His voice was obviously raised, full of jealousy, "I... I have done a lot of great things for Dumbledore, why can't I be the vice-principal?"

"Maybe it's because..."

Anton thought for a while, "In Dumbledore's mind, Grindelwald is much more dangerous than the Mysterious Man."

Professor Snape's eyes narrowed, "Lockhart has a connection with Grindelwald? It's unbelievable."

Anton didn't mind sharing his information with the two teachers, and he even told the two veterans about his experience as an Auror during this period.

The old wizard is a person who has lived in the bottom and marginal society of the wizarding world all his life, and has rich experience.

Professor Snape grew up in the Muggle world, and within a few years of coming to Hogwarts, he got mixed up with the circle of the top pure-blood family members in the wizarding world, and later became the most powerful dark wizard His right-hand man, and later became the most trusted person of the most powerful white wizard.

These two teachers who cared about themselves were not the same as Dumbledore.

Dumbledore would only praise Anton in amazement, applaud Anton's performance in the Ministry of Magic, and then look at Anton with a smile and wise eyes, but he just didn't say anything.

"You were tricked by that old fox Scrimgeour!" The old wizard sneered, "Look at me, me!"

Anton inspected up and down, and asked suspiciously, "What's wrong?"

"My stupid apprentice, come and tell me, would someone like me go to the so-called gathering of dark wizards? If I hadn't died and become a Hogwarts professor."

Anton quickly shook his head, "An old Yinbi like you... Oh, I mean, how could you, who is full of wisdom in life, get involved in this kind of thing!"

The old wizard sneered, "Yes, it is impossible for the real dark wizards to go, those are just fools wandering in the circle of dark wizards, I dare say that the opponents of the real Aurors, those who are important The dark wizard is still alive and well in every corner of this country."

Snape obviously agreed with the old wizard's statement, "It is not a dark wizard who has learned a few tricks of black magic. Dumbledore may know all the black magic, but he is not a dark wizard. Those so-called dark wizards who were captured, In fact, they are just people wandering at the bottom of wizarding society."

"Do not obey the discipline of the Ministry of Magic, yearn for freedom, pose a threat to the "Secrecy Act" at all times, and expose wizards to Muggles at any time, have always caused headaches for the Ministry of Magic, but because there are too many people, the involvement is too wide , dare not take any action."

"Quack quack ~"

The old wizard smiled happily, "I guess Scrimgeour is scared to death now, he has provoked countless enemies for his Auror office, and the so-called crime of stealing mandrakes is not up to the mark. These people have been locked up in Azkaban to the point of death, and they will definitely take revenge on the Aurors when they come out."

Anton took a breath, "What about me, I caught them in with my own hands."

"Yes, you're dead too, you idiot." The corners of Snape's mouth curled up, and he looked at Anton with a sneer.

"Oh, Severus, I see you scare the child." The old wizard chuckled, "Don't worry, you are the so-called 'King Weasley', according to the tradition of dark wizards, they will treat such things as It's the king's test, yes, don't look at me with such strange eyes, Anton, they really think so."

"My stupid apprentice, who has lived with me in the fringe for so long, doesn't know anything about dark wizards and Aurors. He's really like a piece of wood."

So, the old wizard and Snape both laughed, looking at the embarrassed Anton, they laughed very happily. For a while, the office was full of joy.

Anton curled his lips in displeasure, intending to forcefully change the subject.

"Let's talk about magic. Don't you think it's strange that Animagus uses the method of potions to transform?"

"This..." For a while, both Snape and Fiennes fell into deep thought.