Chapter 578

"You can do it, Gellert, I didn't expect you to use the power of Muggles!" Dumbledore said to Grindelwald in a strange way.

Grindelwald looked up at the stars outside the ventilation window of the underground secret room with his hands behind his back, and smiled slightly, "It's just the use of the saints' waste, and they only have this little value left."

"After the order was given, I disconnected from them."

"Don't think it's all my idea, let me guess..." Grindelwald had a mocking look on his face, "Wizards who want to make progress on the road of magic are more or less crazy, oh, In Muggle parlance, it's mentally handicapped, brain-dead."

He sneered, "I guess they will be played around by Muggles, after all, magic is not omnipotent."

"What on earth are you going to do?" Dumbledore looked a little annoyed, "You know that Voldemort is already recovering his strength, so you should involve the Muggles at this time!"

Greenwald turned his head slowly, looked at Dumbledore, the corners of his mouth curled up, "You are in a hurry, haha, you are in a hurry."

As if he was a kid who won another game of chess, he smiled extraordinarily happily.

Dumbledore curled his lips, opened the lid of the snack box on the table, took out a 'licorice wand' from it, and took a hard bite.

"I just took advantage of the trend. After Anton proposed the concept of 'Muggle Squib', I took advantage of the trend to pull Muggles into the chessboard and let them force the wizarding world to think about how to deal with it."

"Albus, can you imagine what it would be like to discover wizards to that extent after Muggles enter the interstellar era?"

"Tsk tsk tsk, it's too miserable, I don't even bother to describe it."

"I don't know how far the Saints will go."

Grindelwald shrugged, "People's hearts are changeable. I don't know what kind of thoughts they have, and I don't bother to think about it."

"I only know that the participation of Muggles will change the way the wizarding world thinks about the current way of getting along with Muggles and wizards."

"Especially Anton's 'Muggle Squib', haha, what about the hundreds of millions of wizards..." Grindelwald sat down opposite Dumbledore with a complacent expression on his face, "Look, I don't need to bother at all If you try hard to preach something, they will come to me by themselves, and of course, if they can’t find me in the end, they will take the spark I left behind and go to victory.”

"It's impossible for them to find me." Grindelwald smiled happily, "I'm too lazy to stand up again, they can find other people, I am optimistic about the new generation, like Scrimgeour, Fudge, Sne Pu, Lupine, McGonagall..."

Every time Grindelwald said a name, Dumbledore's eyebrows twitched.

"Even if these people can't handle it, there are candidates from the younger generation, Anton, Draco, Harry Potter, many, many are very good candidates. By the way, everyone in the cabin is very good. Yes, I am very optimistic."

Dumbledore couldn't help but glared at him, "Be careful playing with fire and setting yourself on fire!"

Grindelwald spread his hands, "I don't like to go to the chess game in person anymore, just watch from the side."

He sighed, "Ever since I was imprisoned by you in Nurmengard for nearly fifty years, my heart has long been worn out, I am old, I don't want to stand in front of everyone anymore, and I don't like everyone's gaze anymore gone."

Dumbledore fell silent after listening to his words, and looked down at the licorice wand in his hand for a long time.

"sorry."

"Ha, I never blamed you."

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Finding out that both Crookshanks and Scabbers were wizards could only be described as unexpected for the professors.

The girl who infiltrated Hogwarts is the priority right now.

They are still in an intense search.

In the middle of the night, the dementors entered Hogwarts Castle and carefully checked every corner. No creature could escape the influence of the dementors.

Even the portraits in the frame were howling and running around, and those with frames in other places fled Hogwarts Castle one after another, and those who didn't have one could only hide in the corner and shiver.

The young wizards in the first-floor hall of Hogwarts Castle had no idea how dementors wandered around every corner while they slept.

Except for the school kitchen.

Anton had left the matter of Muggle mercenaries behind him early on, and was happily learning how to cook with the house-elves.

After the 'Sunshine Bread Curse', 'Sunshine Ice Drink Curse' and 'Sunshine Barbecue Curse', Anton focused on the little cake again.

Now that everyone is very familiar with each other, the house elves will no longer face the extreme timidity shown by Anton.

In exchange, Anton taught them a delicacy from the previous life-boiled live fish.

"Look at it~"

Anton waved his wand with a sullen face, and the fish was flying in the air, "The god has no shadow!"

Shh~

Slices of thin fish fillets that seemed to be transparent flew neatly onto the plate on the table, stacked like a hill made of white jade.

"Wow~" The elves applauded wildly.

At this time, all kinds of potion ingredients roasted in the crucible erupted with tempting aromas, and the fish pieces with bones were also fried until slightly golden. The spring water poured in, making a slight crackling sound. The fresh aroma of the soup and the spicy aroma of the potion ingredients evaporated with wisps of water mist.

"It is the most fireworks in the world, and it touches the hearts of mortals..."

Anton hummed a song that the elves couldn't understand, and controlled the fish fillets to fly into the cauldron.

Beside the long table, the charcoal fire was glowing red, exuding a faint wood aroma, and a large bamboo tube was smoked until it was slightly blackened, and the aroma of rice came out from the gap.

Anton took out a pair of chopsticks made of bamboo, and he couldn't wait to let the bamboo tube float in front of him.

Open it lightly, oh, I just feel that the whole person is satisfied.

He didn't invite the elves to eat with them. Food preferences are different. The house elves prefer honey, milk and porridge.

This kind of intelligent creature is different from human beings. They are more accustomed to sleeping during the day and working at night. This is also the conclusion of the pure-blood family that "the best house-elf is to keep people from noticing their existence".

There is not only the arrogance of the pure-blood family expressed by external statements, but also the snickering that everyone knows the inside story.

Unlike humans, owls and house-elves are nocturnal animals.

If you can still see house-elves working in the manor or castle of a pure-blood family during the day, generally such a family will make people laugh at them, thinking that they have extremely bad morals and really treat house-elves as slaves.

Then they are not aristocratic at all, like nouveau riche, such as the Malfoy family.

Based on such characteristics, in wizard factories, generally they would not choose to use house elves, but choose to enslave another kind of intelligent creature that is not free but extremely cheap - goblins.

So Anton thought that Miss Granger had gone in the wrong direction, and it was not the house-elves who needed redemption, but the goblin workers.

Well, although a wizard might be disliked by the entire wizarding community if he tried to speak up for the goblins, the position of Minister of Magic would not last.

"Mr. Weasley." A house-elf with a row of holes in his ears was dragged on the table, his big nose moved, and he swallowed, "The white porridge you cooked looks a bit dry, but it smells good."

"Haha~" Anton laughed, "This is rice, not porridge, and the ingredients used are different."

He raised his eyebrows at it, "I remember you, your name is earrings, right?" (Chapter 198)

"Yes, Mr. Weasley." Stud yelled happily to the house elves around him, "My God, Mr. Weasley remembers my name!"

Anton just smiled slightly, "The rice may not be the same as the white porridge you like to eat, and it may not be suitable for you. This is obviously my mistake. It is a mistake to teach you how to cook live fish."

"No, no, no!" The earrings quickly raised their hands and shook, "No, Mr. Weasley, we are very happy that you can get along with us in such a good mood."

"That's it..."

Anton thought for a while, put down his chopsticks, drew out his wand and pressed it against his forehead, "Let me think about it."

"you……"

"Have you ever heard of eight-treasure porridge?"

The house-elves looked at each other and shook their heads.

"Longan, lotus seed and tremella porridge?"

"Pumpkin porridge?"

"Mung bean porridge?"

"Millet porridge?"

"oatmeal?"

"Porridge with preserved egg and lean meat?"

"..."

As Anton read out the names of the dishes one by one, the eyes of all the elves shone.

"Quack quack..."

Anton dried the rice in three bites at a time, clapped his hands and stood up, waved his little hand boldly, "Call everyone over here, I'll teach you!"

The dark wind spread from the door of the back kitchen of the school, and the dementors spoke strangely from outside the door, and after a while, all of them left here.