Chapter 491 All This Is Just a Coincidence

Anton now somewhat understands the significance of Grindelwald to Dumbledore.

When he came out of Fiennes' office, walked among many classmates, and listened to the debate between two classmates about whether the cry of the aurora bird foretells death or not, he felt a kind of...

Heartfelt loneliness.

This is very strange, he looks around, there are flowers with butterflies flying, with fragrance, and thorns swimming in the swamp, pricking sticky bubbles, but there is no companion.

He seems to have accidentally stepped into a field that no one else has reached.

There is no one around anymore.

The breeze carried the sun, and the smell of rotting leaves and earth in the swamp, of flowers and honey, filled him with joy.

He was delighted to realize that he had explored a magical territory.

Then he turned around to share with others, to share this joy.

only……

Snape and Fiennes didn't seem to understand.

Anton thought about all the people around him, but no one seemed to be able to share well.

Maybe Pedro the Goblin is one, oh, probably not.

For the future of the goblin clan, he turned himself into a branding iron, burned and melted his soul fiercely, and smeared the brand on every moment of the goblin clan's memory.

Firmly freeze the past time of the goblin.

Little by little he is losing his wits and even himself.

The old goblin Pedro is a coward, and he has managed to survive until now. The old goblin is also a ruthless person, living on the 'stubborn potion', and has only one obsession in his life.

He can't even go to the world of the dead.

Pedro is a "traveler and collector of time and memory", a wise man of goblins, who has been fulfilling his duty all his life - collecting past time for goblins.

Anton stole his memories, but he couldn't steal his wisdom about time.

Magic is a living thing.

The wizard is chasing it, and it is chasing the wizard.

And what Anton had in front of him hadn't changed since the twin souls brought about by his status as a traverser, and the two-way rush of the 'transfiguration' magic.

Bionic spell, color-changing wind bird, werewolf, viper, divination bird, owl, antler great pyrenes...

The old wizard Fiennes didn't teach Anton any ritual magic.

I only left one sentence for Anton—if you try to get in touch with ritual magic, you need to keep your goal in mind. If you forget your goal, you will become part of the ritual magic.

This is the reason why the two potion masters, although they have vaguely touched the threshold of ritual magic, never entered it.

Just like the sentence Snape left for himself - restraint is the most difficult and only key on the road of magic.

Restraint and contrary to the heart, this is the most difficult.

Find the heart, the road of magic is wide.

If you restrain your heart, the road will be covered with fog.

...

...

The wind howled.

The waves rose high, beating against the stone wall tiles of this isolated island.

A large number of Aurors were sent here, and the dementors, the prison guards trusted by the Ministry of Magic in the past, were driven out of the castle, and they were allowed to enter the prison to eat once every two days.

"It's a joke." Mad-Eye stared coldly at an Auror, "Are you sent here to protect these dark wizards?"

The young Auror didn't dare look into Mad-Eye's magical eyes, so he lowered his head.

"Answer me, Montgomery, you seem to have forgotten your beliefs, captured these evil criminals, threw them into Azkaban, and accepted prison and dementor torture. They should accept this."

"Oh~" A voice came from above the corridor.

Scrimgeour walked down the stairs with a cold expression, his slightly limping right leg was swinging with great strength at the moment.

"He is just following the orders of the office. The captain of an Auror law enforcement team must obey orders no matter how powerful he is usually."

Scrimgeour walked slowly between the young Auror and Mad-Eye.

"And you are just a retired old man."

"Alastor Moody, I hope you can clearly understand that retired Aurors should not come to the office to dictate!"

Mad-Eye's magic eyes rolled rapidly in their sockets, "But this is a mistake, I can't just sit idly by, Scrimgeour, you are destroying the Auror's faith!"

Scrimgeour pursed his lips and looked at him with dark eyes, "So you plan to interfere with the tasks in the Auror's office?"

Mad-Eye smashed the huge crutch in his hand to the ground with some anger, and made a loud noise. He gasped heavily, stared into Scrimgeour's eyes, and finally he could only take a deep breath, "No, I Won't interfere with Auror Office missions. I'm just giving my apprentice a lesson, Director Scrimgeour."

"Hmm~" Scrimgeour nodded, and lightly patted the shoulder of the young Auror beside him, "You are a subordinate of the Auror office first, and a teacher's apprentice second, what do you think? "

"Great Gift Xuete!" Mad-Eye cursed angrily, staring at Scrimgeour and took a step closer, "Don't embarrass him, let him make such a ridiculous choice, you can tell me directly!"

Scrimgeour sneered, "Yes, that's what I want to say too, if you have any questions, don't just pass me by one by one and find my subordinates!"

He took out a delicate silver box from his pocket, took out a cigarette from it, and slowly struck a match to light the cigarette.

Mad-Eye gave the young Auror a wink, and the Auror took a step back, saluted the two of them, and walked away quickly.

"Alastor, you should know that our Aurors are in trouble." Scrimgeour gently shook his arm holding the cigarette, indicating the corner ahead, and walked straight there.

Mad-Eye looked at his back somewhat angrily, tightened the hand of the huge crutch, took out a strange curved wine bottle from his pocket with his left hand, raised his hand tremblingly, and took a sip.

Only then did he follow up with an artificial leg made of wood.

The huge crutches and wooden prosthetic legs made of tree trunks made strange and frequent thumping sounds on the ground.

"Scrimgeour, you should clearly realize that Aurors with pious beliefs are the most valuable in the office. If you let them come to protect these dark wizards, it will only make them less determined in future battles, and everything will go towards the future." going in a bad direction."

"Magic is no joke, without firm belief, any black magic can make us lose our precious Aurors!"

Scrimgeour didn't speak, just looked back at him, pushed aside an interrogation room, and walked straight in.

After a while, Mad-Eye followed in.

"As I said, Mad-Eye, the Aurors are in trouble."

Scrimgeour stared at Mad-Eye, his eyes flickering in the light of the wall torches. "From Dumbledore."

Mad-Eye froze for a moment, "Impossible!"

Scrimgeour raised his head and breathed smoke into the sky, then pulled the chair and sat down on the empty seat beside the interrogation table. This is the unspoken rule of the Aurors, which means that this is just a private conversation, not the confrontation of an interrogation.

Mad-Eye didn't sit down, but stood by the door and looked at him coldly.

"Fudge, you know, Dumbledore has a dog at the Ministry of Magic, ha, although he's not very obedient."

"He brought Anthony Weasley to our department with a letter of recommendation from Dumbledore."

"Then, all the dark wizards were arrested overnight, leaving no one left."

Scrimgeour threw the cigarette case on the table with some displeasure, making a clacking sound, "The Order of the Phoenix is ​​not enough, we need to add an Anthony, a child recognized by all dark wizards."

"Stop your conspiracy theories." Mad-Eye looked very angry, "All this is just a coincidence, and what Anthony did is also in line with the procedure."

"Yes, yes." Scrimgeour smiled, "Procedural justice, Fudge's old classmate, old Ronaldo taught him really well."

"Alastor Moody, I want you to answer the question I just asked..."

Scrimgeour sat there with his back to Mad-Eye, his figure rapidly alternating between the light of the torch and the darkness of the interrogation room, "Are you an Auror first, or a member of the Order of the Phoenix first?"