Chapter 564 The Peeping Eyes Appeared Again

"Buy a castle?" Professor McGonagall was stunned for half a minute. This was the most outrageous reason for her application for leaving the school that she had heard in decades of teaching.

"Yes, Professor." Neville said sincerely, "You signed a document for us to go to Hogsmeade every day after school and on weekends, but we are going to other places this time, and Anna Rozier is going too, so we would like your permission."

Professor McGonagall examined the group of little guys one by one, and finally settled on Anthony behind George and Fred, although this little guy only showed half of his head.

Before he knew it, the child in his memory had started to grow, and his height was almost equal to that of George and the others before he knew it.

With such a tall figure, hiding wretchedly behind a few Gryffindor students, she really couldn't stand it.

"Anthony Weasley!"

"Here!" Anton quickly stood up.

Professor McGonagall pursed his lips, took off his glasses frame, and pinched the bridge of his nose with some headaches.

"I know that you have become good enough. Sometimes too much control is not suitable for you. I can give you some more relaxed management methods, but you need to promise me a few things."

"I promise?" Anton pointed at himself in amazement.

"Yes." Mag stared at Anton sharply, "I'm only looking for you, understand?"

Anton nodded obediently, "Okay."

"First, you should be clear that you are students, so you must obey the school's curfew and report to me before dark!"

"OK."

"Second, you are not only managed by the school, but also under the jurisdiction of the Ministry of Magic. You should know that there are certain regulations that cannot be violated. Underage wizards cannot perform magic outside of school, especially in front of Muggles."

"OK."

"Third, don't take them to do any dangerous things, Anton, this is not a question of whether you can bear it, but a question of my permission, understand?"

"OK."

Professor McGonagall stared at Anton for a long time, finally shook his head, lowered his head and signed the application, "I really don't know if it's appropriate to indulge you too much."

Suddenly, she raised her head and stared at the twin brothers seriously, "Especially you two, George Weasley, Fred Weasley!"

The two brothers quickly straightened their bodies, with serious faces, and said in unison, "Please order, Dean McGonagall."

"You are already in the fifth grade, and you will take the Ordinary Wizarding Level Examination this year." Even if Professor McGonagall just sat in his seat and looked up at the two tall students, his momentum was absolutely suppressed.

"I must tell you clearly that although I don't expect you to be as good as your brother. Both Bill and Percy have achieved unimaginably excellent grades, 12 O.W.L. certificates, and are full honors, prefects, and student council presidents. Although Charlie is a little short, his grades are far superior to other classmates, and he is a rare Seeker in Gryffindor College in a hundred years."

When McGonagall said this, she looked at these two mischievous people with a sad expression on her face, "You are as smart as them! But you are always unwilling to study! So, listen, if you pass the ordinary wizard level exam Inside, if you can't get at least 8 O.W.L. certificates..."

She stood up, walked behind the desk, and looked down at the two of them coldly, "Then, in the next sixth and seventh grades, you will not only be banned from going to Hogsmeade village on weekends, but will also be shut down." Animal pens and a small shop selling funny toys."

George and Fred took a breath, "This..."

Anton was behind them with a weird look on his face. If his memory is correct, well, the two brothers only passed three O.W.L. certificates, which is simply horrible. The two combined are not as good as Ron alone, Ron Passed 7 O.W.L. certificates.

That counts, Transfiguration, Potions, Herbal Medicine, Charms, Defense Against the Dark Arts, History of Magic, Astronomy, plus two electives, Muggle Studies and Fantastic Beasts.

If Anton does not overturn his astronomy by then, he will probably only get 9 O.W.L. certificates.

Well, I don't know if Anton can take the exam for the other three subjects (divination, arithmetic divination, ancient runes) that he didn't take classes. If possible, ancient runes can be added with a certificate.

After all, he is also a bit biased.

Tsk~

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Anyway, with the consent of Professor McGonagall, the members of the hut left the school after lunch.

From the fireplace in Professor McGonagall's office, he came directly to a public floo network traffic point announced by the Ministry of Magic. When he came out of it, he was already on the street of an industrial city in northern England.

The mentality of the twins is very good, and there is still a whole school year left, so they don't have to worry about what will happen one year later.

Everyone first found a Muggle clothes store. Under Anna's suggestion, they all chose black Muggle clothes. A group of people walked through the streets and alleys, and finally came to a factory with a rather large area.

On the high wall, a huge tree was cut diagonally into the ground, engraved on it - Werewolf Home.

"We've used things from this house!" George exclaimed.

"Yes!" Fred gestured, "Anton's easy-to-assemble lab table, chairs, and bookshelves are all produced here."

Anton stood in front of the crowd, looking at the big tree trunk in amazement. The artistic aesthetics of the werewolves had an extremely unique roughness, savoring carefully, and a unique delicacy.

"Well, it's my uncle's company, oh, it's Professor Lupine."

"It's unbelievable!" Hannah looked around, "He can have such a big property in the Muggle world openly."

George and Fred looked at each other, "When we were young, we heard our parents mention this professor. At that time, they lamented how desolate Lupine was. They heard that he was always rejected when looking for a job. It was very pitiful..."

Pitiful?

Neville stared blankly along the high wall of this 'werewolf's home' and looked into the distance, unable to see the end at a glance.

"..."

Do they call this poor?

What is your own home?

Apart from the wizard chess factory, the Longbottom family doesn't have much assets. Oh, it is said to be a wizard chess factory, but it is actually similar to a workshop.

"Let's go in." Anna greeted everyone.

"etc!"

Anton squinted his eyes, raised one hand, and held the wand tightly in his hand, as if he was sensing something.

This vigilant look made the friends draw out their wands one after another.

"Oh, no, you can't use magic outside the school. I'm still affiliated with the Auror office, so just let me come."

Anton licked his lips, his gaze turned cold, "This is the second time I've experienced the feeling of being spied on. If you don't get caught by Nima, I've learned magic for so long!"

The security guard at the gate of the werewolf's house obviously noticed this side too. Seeing that it was Anton and Anna, they planned to say hello to these two young masters and ladies. Now seeing Anton using his wand directly on the street, he quickly picked up the walkie-talkie to report the situation.

After a while, a group of burly men rushed out and surrounded Anton and the others.

Anna quickly raised her finger, "Shh, don't disturb Anton."

After going on like this for a while, the corners of Anton's mouth curled up, "Hey, I caught you!"

He raised his left hand and stretched his fingers, as if he was about to grab something, and gently swiped his wand with his right hand, "Reverse - Little Waltz Phantom Shuttle!"

Boom~

After an air blast similar to Apparition, a middle-aged man appeared in front of Anton. His neck was grabbed by Anton, and he looked at everything in front of him in panic.

He was looking at Anton, and Anton was looking at him.

This middle-aged man has smooth muscles and looks explosive.

Wearing urban camouflage training uniforms and tactical straps, all kinds of tools are hung on them. He holds a long gun in one hand and a military binoculars in the other.

The middle-aged man obviously reacted extremely quickly. After a brief moment of distraction, he dropped the object in his hand, waved it up with one hand, and already held a sharp dagger, while the other hand held Anton's arm that was pinching his neck. A reverse twist, planning to take advantage of the situation to buckle Anton in front of him and hold the dagger against Anton's neck.

Unfortunately, he seems to have overestimated his strength a bit.

"Ah da~"

Anton's waist twisted, and his backhand was an over-the-shoulder throw. The power of a werewolf surged in his body, and his skin had already been replaced with that of a fire dragon.

Boom~

The middle-aged man hit the ground on his back, hitting his head heavily on the hard concrete floor, shaking his head in a daze.

He supported the ground with one hand, stretched his waist, and was about to turn over and jump up, but the werewolf security guards had rushed over to restrain him.

"Be honest!" The fat and strong security werewolf aunt slammed her sand bowl-sized fist on the middle-aged man's stomach, making his eyes bulge out.

"Oh huh~"

Anton picked up the sniper rifle from the ground with a smile, and whistled, "Barrett M82A1..."

He looked up again at the camera hanging around the middle-aged man's neck, raised his eyebrows, "It's really interesting."

"Send someone to the Ministry of Magic Auror Office and ask them to arrange for someone to come."