Chapter 585 Make These People Artificial Intelligence

Anton has no way to easily leave this underground laboratory for the time being, unless he intends to use some destructive magic roughly.

He turned into a 'color-changing wind bird' and floated beside them, and left here together, and obtained the goal of his trip from the 'Devilfire Envoy', the black magic creature 'a thousand feet and mouth'.

Then he Apparated himself to the only viaduct in the school castle that allowed some people to Apparate.

Hogwarts was particularly lively this weekend night.

Looking down from the towering viaduct, the cheers of the mountains and tsunami came from the Quidditch pitch beside the Black Lake.

Almost all the seats are filled.

Anton suddenly had the illusion that time flies, the annual Quidditch season is here again.

In other words, before you know it, it's already October.

Harry Potter is still the brightest star in the Quidditch field, flying high and fast, with Draco chasing after him on a broomstick.

Just when Harry glanced back at Draco, a Bludger quickly charged towards Harry, and suddenly, exclamations came from the auditorium.

Suddenly a huge figure fell from above, as if losing the ability to fly, it fell down quickly. It was Harry's cousin Dudley Dursley.

He swung the bat with both hands and slammed the Bludger viciously at Draco Malfoy behind Harry.

Malfoy turned pale with fright, quickly controlled the broomstick to lift up, and dodged, only to see the Bludger knock a Slytherin batter behind him to the ground.

At this time, Dudley Dursley, who fell from mid-air, quickly reached out to catch it, grabbed the flying broomstick, turned over and sat on it smoothly.

“Wuhu~~~”

Calls from all the colleges came from the audience stand, and the commentator Lee Jordan shouted excitedly, "It's incredible. We witnessed a miracle. The batter jumped off the broomstick and hit the Bludger. After flying, he quickly grabbed the broomstick. This kind of super-difficult technique, we have only seen in international Quidditch sports events before."

"Merlin's beard, how I hope to see how our classmate Dudley Dursley will show off his difficult skills in the European Interschool Quidditch League next year and win everyone's applause."

...

The voice came from afar, and Anton stood on the viaduct with a strange expression on his face.

"Dudley..."

"Although I had some psychological expectations a long time ago, I still feel that it is a bit out of line."

"Tsk~"

What's even more outrageous is that the next morning, everyone gathered in the hall on the first floor of the castle to have breakfast, and the castle let go of the owl's authority as usual.

A long package appeared in front of Harry Potter, and under the watchful eyes of his friends, he peeled off the package little by little.

"It's the Firebolt!"

Some students exclaimed, and Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw students immediately gathered around the long table of Gryffindor, wanting to see this very expensive latest model.

Anton raised his eyebrows. If this scene was changed to the Muggle side, it would be that the students were eating in the cafeteria, and suddenly someone received a gift—a Rolls Royce.

It's just that he was a little puzzled, isn't Sirius too busy to take care of himself now?

Is this still capable of buying a Firebolt for Harry?

And if Anton remembers the content of the original book correctly, this should be Harry's Christmas present, and it's only the beginning of October.

This doubt was answered two minutes later.

Another owl mailman flew in with two Firebolts, one from Dudley Dursley and one from Anton.

Anton casually shared the Firebolt with the Slytherin students who had been in a commotion for a long time, took the letter from the postman, and quietly walked aside.

—To the Honorable Mr. Anthony Weasley:

—I found that the goblins were not interested in me because of my unique business talents, but because of my son Dudley. They were very interested in the title of the first Muggle Squib in the wizarding world, and even introduced me to Pedro the Wise, who is said to be the only surviving goblin.

——This is a conspiracy, this is a death trap, and this is also an opportunity in my life. I, who have too little knowledge of the wizarding world, sincerely beg to meet you and get your guidance.

— Vernon Dursley.

"!!!"

Anton shook his hand casually, watching the letter turn into ashes in a ball of flames in mid-air, and looked up in silence to the old wizard Fiennes who was peeking at his letter behind him.

The two looked at each other.

"It seems that my stupid teacher has begun to soften his heart. He talks about compensating the goblin tribe every day. Sooner or later, he will be taken into the ditch by those greedy guys."

The old wizard sneered, and stared seriously into Anton's eyes, "Between wizards and Muggles, you can play however you like, goblins are different, don't meddle! This man has already been caught by goblins." Now, I know those sinister dwarves at Gringotts all too well, and this Muggle definitely has a huge hand in their hands now."

He sneered, "Otherwise, it would be impossible to buy three Firebolts at once. Is this to let the whole world know that he has become a lackey of a goblin?"

Anton pursed his lips, "How can a Muggle have the ability to resist against the goblins? If he really can't break free, he will spend a lot of money to buy three Firebolts and let the whole world know. Maybe he is expressing his loyalty and protecting himself and his family." The life of the family."

"and……"

Anton squinted his eyes, "The goblins of Gringotts seem to have mastered the right to mint coins, but they are actually just another kind of house elves who help take care of the money, and they are only more decent than those goblin slaves in the wizard factory Just a few."

"These goblin and goblin 'bankers' can still have a decent status when the Ministry of Magic is so hostile to the goblins. It is impossible for them to be stupid enough to get involved in the war between wizards and Muggles."

"I suspect that there are wizards who gave them courage. These wizards must be powerful and influential to make Pedro change his long-standing mind."

The old wizard froze for a moment, "Who?"

Anton smiled coldly, "Saint."

He squinted his eyes and looked in the direction of the old hut beside the Black Lake, adding a name in his mind, Grindelwald.

It's hard to imagine how many things Grindelwald planned in the first half of last year, and how many things he influenced in the name of Dumbledore.

Thinking about it, there must be a lot, and the impact is huge.

This is the expression of happily hiding underneath and waiting for the play.

It was also at this time that Anton felt Lao Ge's awesomeness belatedly. Since he wanted to change the pattern of wizards, and since he wanted to affect the "Secrecy Act", of course he had to throw away all influential chess pieces. go in.

Influential pawns...

Would Grindelwald take Voldemort into consideration?

This seems beyond doubt.

Will Grindelwald take Anton into consideration?

There seems to be no doubt about this.

After all, his starting point seems to be 'Muggle Squibs', and it's hard not to be influenced by Anton.

Seeing the confused look on the old wizard Fiennes' face, Anton explained all this to him in a low voice, and the old wizard's low cry of shock sounded from time to time. It wasn't that Anton was smarter than the old wizard, but most of the time it was more because of poor information.

"According to what you say, will Grindelwald also take Dumbledore into consideration?"

Anton chuckled and nodded, "Of course... Hey, wait, Dumbledore... Dumbledore..."

He suddenly widened his eyes, and looked at the old wizard in astonishment, "Lupine! Fuck Lupine is going to be the director of the Department of Magical Creature Management and Control of the Ministry of Magic now, and the goblins will be under his management by then!"

The old wizard blinked, "Hiss, you, Pedro, Lupine, are they all dragged into the goblin's quagmire? I'm afraid they came prepared, no, no, no, I have to go back to my office and stay honest. So, it’s more practical to concentrate on playing with my body, and stay away from you people.”

Anton ignored him, and rubbed his chin thoughtfully, "What are you afraid of? Soldiers come to cover up the water and soil. At worst, I will lift the table and stop playing."

There was a weird smile on his face, which made the old wizard tremble. If it weren't for the fact that he was now in the body of an alchemy puppet, he would definitely be horrified.

"Our hut is currently updating a new version of the game 'Return', but there are less villains and NPCs who can move on their own, which always makes people not enjoy themselves enough to play."

"Why are these saints really daring to attack the people around me, and they can just turn them into artificial intelligence."

"Quack quack..."

"Do you really think I can touch porcelain casually?"

"Looks like I really need to have a good chat with this Dursley."

I have something to go out today, so there are only these two updates. Although there are only two shifts, they add up to more than 7,000 words, which is the same as the previous three shifts. In addition, the chapter reviews will not be displayed in the past few days. All novels are like this, and they will be restored in a few days.