Chapter 599 Wisdom and Conspiracy Can't Be Shut Down

The prayers of the two witches were not answered by Anton.

middle Ages?

slave girl?

Anton's expression became weird, and it was very strange to say it. His brain circuit gradually moved towards the direction of not being human. Hearing such an attractive topic, what he thought of was——————————————————————————— Is the disconnect that bad?

Is it true that while wizards look down on Muggles, these witch tribes who choose to embrace the new era also secretly look down on these wizards who are still immersed in the medieval style of life? How would you describe it, Savage? Caveman? the ancients?

At the same time, he thought of the group of weak chicken version wizards who had been discussed with Scrimgeour about the 'Muggle Squib' magic riot. It seems that in terms of social awareness, these new wizards who were born in modern society may not necessarily choose Join a community of wizards.

This is not a question of whether wizards choose to accommodate them, but a question of whether these new wizards despise the old wizard group.

Conservative, backward, the Ministry of Magic is incompetent and chaotic, black wizards are everywhere, killing, hurting...

It doesn't look like a good place to stay.

Huh?

Anton froze for a moment, suddenly felt a chill.

Why is Mao himself thinking this way now? According to the mentality of the social animal dick in the previous life...

He looked down at the two witches. Megan's body was curvy and full of explosive strength, like a female leopard full of wildness. Another young witch, whom he remembered was called Norma, had the plump figure of a young woman and the youthfulness of a pure girl...

Logically speaking, based on his thinking in his previous life, he should be extremely excited when he heard this kind of words. A long list of idioms solitaire must have appeared in his mind-do whatever you want, do whatever you want, do whatever you want...

Anton frowned, one eye turned into azure blue, and his gaze penetrated the colorful fog to the depths of the soul.

His two souls floated quietly in the boundless darkness, a ray of sunlight shone, illuminating the two souls, and the black thread of souls connecting them reflected a blurred light in the sunlight.

"Is it because you split into two souls, so you have two 'modes of thinking', and this is the feeling of being torn apart?"

Anton's heart moved, and suddenly he had a wonderful idea.

At this moment, a terrified cry sounded in his ears.

"Penny! Petunia! What's wrong with you?"

Anton looked up, and saw the long fur of the big pyrene emerging from Petunia's body, her whole body was twitching, and her breathing began to become short of breath.

However, she was obviously not strong enough to support such a change, and after a while, Baimao shrank back.

Vernon looked at Petunia in his arms in horror, saw her struggling weakly, and looked at himself with some fear, his eyes were filled with steam, "Baby, listen, no matter what you become, I will love you .”

Then he looked at Anton pleadingly, "I beg you to save her. I... I can do it too, Anton, I will serve you."

Anton just shook his head slightly, "I think you are all looking for the wrong person. Wizards did not live in the Middle Ages. Wizards have their own peculiarities. They are not really chaotic and wild. If you have something to do, it is best to find an Auror." The right way."

He winked at Anna, and told her to walk up to Vernon himself with two witches from the tribe of witches, and grab his arm.

"Target, Ministry of Magic!"

Boom~

Boom~

Now Anton is no longer an intern of the Aurors, and he does not have the privilege of apparating to the Auror's office like an Auror, and he walks through the guest channel.

That is, a red telephone box in the alley.

Pick up the phone and explain the reason for the visit to the person in the opposite office, and the silver badge with the name and reason will be spit out from the phone. After several people put it on, the phone booth descends like an elevator.

All the way to the 8th floor underground, here is the main hall of the Ministry of Magic.

Then he took a few people up the internal elevator familiarly, and then went up to the second basement floor, where the Department of Legal Enforcement of the Ministry of Magic was located.

"Huh? Anton? Anna?" Arthur was walking by with a pile of documents, and stopped when he saw Anton and his party.

Then, he looked at the familiar fat man in astonishment, "Mr. Dursley?"

He is not familiar with this big fat man, that is, he met him several times when he was sending children to magic schools. He knew that although this uncle Harry had treated Harry badly in life, at least he would personally send Harry to school every time. Sometimes I will go to the train station early to watch.

As the head of the same family, he can better understand the difficulty of this middle-aged man. To take in a terrible enemy that the Dark Lord can't wait to kill, he faces the terrible risk of his family being killed by Death Eaters at any time. It is not a simple matter.

But Dumbledore did not allow him to take the initiative to contact this family, that is, some messy and ignorant wild wizards would go to Privet Drive blindly in the name of the savior.

Vernon showed a forced smile, looked at Arthur, "You... hello."

"Something happened to Mrs. Dursley." Anton looked at Arthur thoughtfully. "Is Uncle Lupine at the Ministry of Magic?"

"Yes, I'm about to send him some legal documents." Arthur gestured to the documents in his hand.

"Can you wait for me in Uncle Lupine's office, I'll go find you later."

"I'm not in a hurry." Arthur looked curiously at the people behind Anton, and stood aside with a smile, "Maybe I can wait for you to go there together."

Several people came to the door of the Auror command room, waited for Anton to go in and explained the situation, and watched him walk out with a relaxed expression.

"You go in and explain the situation to the director of the Auror, don't add oil and vinegar, just tell the actual situation."

As he said that, Anton smiled and looked at Vernon, "You can also tell the truth about the goblins. If you want to get rid of the goblins, Director Scrimgeour will be happy to help you. He hates ambitious goblins the most. I must be looking forward to this opportunity to take the opportunity to kill a few goblins."

Vernon's eyes widened and he swallowed, "Kill him?"

"Ha, how fresh. Goblins are not even qualified to be imprisoned in Azkaban. If there are problems, they can be killed directly. What a big deal."

Anton patted him on the shoulder, approached him and whispered, "The father of the first Muggle Squib, the savior's uncle and caretaker, these two important names, you are a smart person, you will know how to use them of."

Vernon's breathing stopped sharply, and he turned his head stiffly to look at Anton, "You...you mean..."

Anton shrugged, "Don't put yourself in a weak position, you already have enough capital."

Without saying anything else, he greeted Anna and Arthur and walked towards the elevator.

"Anton!"

Vernon bowed vigorously, "Thank you."

Anton just waved his back to him, and left without looking back.

"Vernon..." Petunia firmly grasped her husband's arm and looked at Anton's back, "Isn't he going in with us?"

Vernon shook his head and puffed out his chest vigorously, "No, Mr. Weasley has already helped us a lot, and we should rely on ourselves next."

He looked at his wife and the two witches who saved his wife, "Ask for justice for us!"

...

Ministry of Magic, Fourth Floor, Department of Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures.

Lu Ping obviously continued his previous habit of running an information consulting company. In the spacious and unpartitioned director's office hall, densely packed with desks, elves sending and receiving messages walked around pushing the shelves, and wizard staff who processed documents quickly Put the processed items into boxes of different colors.

Everything looks in order.

"I just took over the position of director. The previous management here was messed up. I need them to sort out all the businesses involved."

Lupine looked a little tired. He took the legal documents from Arthur and handed them to the goblin beside him, beckoning several people to his office.

"You mean, goblins are also involved in the 'Muggle Squib' thing?" Lupine frowned. "The director of the Goblin Liaison Office just told me that everything is normal!"

Anton shrugged, took the coffee he handed over, and sat with Anna on the couch opposite the desk.

Arthur curiously picked up a silver oil lamp on the office shelf, looked at it curiously, and listened carefully.

"It's impossible for them to do that!" Lupine shook his head. "Gringotts has been established for hundreds of years, and those bankers have never had the guts to do anything out of the ordinary. At most, they are just a little bit greedy."

"Only those enslaved goblin workers would make troubles from time to time, but most of the time, after tracing it down, it was finally discovered that there were some wizards and conspirators behind them."

"Obviously." Anton chuckled, "This time the conspirators are after these bankers."

"According to the information and speculation I know, it is very likely that it is a saint. You know, Grindelwald escaped from prison."

Arthur froze for a moment, "Isn't Grindelwald at Hogwarts? How is that possible?"

Seeing everyone looking over, he waved his hand, "It's no secret to us, I also know that Grindelwald is teaching my stupid son black magic now, Dumbledore told me about it."

Anton and Anna looked at each other, "..."

"No, Arthur." Lupine frowned and tapped on the table lightly, "Wisdom and conspiracy can't be shut down, it seems I have to contact Pedro."