Chapter 725: None of Them Make People Worry!

"Please excuse the old man's nagging." Professor McGonagall walked slowly down the stairs, "Tom is back, Grindelwald is escaping, Fudge is pretending to be sick, there are rumors about to move everywhere, everything is messed up .”

She looked a little helpless, "Dumbledore has been fighting all his life. Maybe he is really young to Nicolas May, but his heart is already exhausted."

"He may not be able to control these things." She said, pointing to the floating picture frame behind Anton.

Anton nodded slightly, stroked the ring on his finger, and did not speak.

"I can't focus on this child for too long." Professor McGonagall stopped and stared at the dark aisle beside the stairs, "The powerful wizard standing among the students and casting the blasting spell really scared me. I can't imagine any of my students dying because of this..."

"I've had nightmares about it for a long time."

She firmly grasped the handrail of the stairs, her face became fierce, "I must find him out of the school!"

"Oh~"

"Professor, when it comes to this, I actually have a solution." Anton chuckled, "After school today, I went to Azkaban for a stroll, and I met Bellatrix Rice in front of Voldemort. Trange got into a fight, so..."

"Merlin's beard!" Professor McGonagall exclaimed, completely stunned.

"You went to Azkaban after school?"

"Yes."

"Still fighting Bellatrix?"

"uh-huh."

"In front of Tom?"

"Yes, what's the matter?" Anton looked innocent.

"What's wrong?!" Professor McGonagall grabbed Anton's arm vigorously, turned and walked towards Dumbledore's office, "You kid is crazy, I thought you said you were going to Azkaban No one found out that it was a joke, and of course they didn’t think they should remind you to be cautious, but I didn’t expect you to actually go there?”

"Dumbledore!"

"Dumbledore!"

Professor McGonagall pushed open the door of the office, and suddenly found that Old Deng was leisurely eating candy and drinking sparkling water, and suddenly couldn't get out of the way, "I thought you were very busy now!"

Dumbledore blinked innocently, "Oh, it's late now, of course I, an old man, will choose to relax."

"Then you can't relax anymore. Anton did something extremely reckless today. He even ran to Azkaban after class, and he acted like nothing happened when he came back!"

Professor McGonagall spoke so urgently and loudly that the headmasters in the picture frames on the wall woke up.

Dumbledore was also stunned, and looked at Anton in amazement, "I thought recklessness was another name for our Gryffindors, but I didn't expect you, a Slytherin kid, to be so thoughtless."

"Albus!" Professor McGonagall yelled, and patted the table vigorously, "Are you still joking at this time?"

Dumbledore gently put down the candy plate, and beckoned the two to sit down, "Minerva, take it easy, you see, Anton is sitting here in good condition, he was even in the mood to tease me just now, it doesn't look like I was wronged, what do you think?"

Professor McGonagall rolled his eyes, glanced at Anton, then at Dumbledore, and waved his palm helplessly. The heavy high-backed chair creaked on the ground and quickly came behind her.

She sat down and muttered, "Everyone is not worry-free!"

Dumbledore and Anton looked at each other.

——Quack quack, did you hear that, she even scolded you.

——Oh, I'm used to it, she doesn't think of me as the principal when she's in a bad mood. It's not your fault!

Professor McGonagall didn't know that the two were using Dementor to chat. She turned her head to look at Anton with a scrutiny, "Tell me, explain it clearly."

As she spoke, another high-backed chair in the corner quickly moved over and quickly stopped opposite her.

He motioned for Anton to sit down and speak.

The corners of Dumbledore's eyes twitched as he looked at the wool carpet that had been scratched by the heavy friction of the chair. Seeing McGonagall glaring at him, he quickly sat upright behind the desk obediently. "Hey, Anthony Weasley, tell me what stupid thing you've done!"

Anton looked a little uneasy when they stared at him, so he had to obediently go to the chair and sit down, "Well, how should I put it, this matter starts with Dumbledore secretly teaching my cousin Ron the black arts... ..."

"Dark magic!" Professor McGonagall was stunned, and turned his head vigorously, "Albus Dumbledore!"

Dumbledore shrank back, and glanced at Anton helplessly, "I have my own reasons, I will explain to you later, I think the most important thing now is to find out what Anton is going to do in Azkaban. What, this is more important, isn't it? Anton, you can be brief about the unimportant ones."

"No." Anton shook his head lightly. "Actually, we have to start with the fact that Hermione and Ron asked me to learn black arts."

Hermione Granger also learned black magic, McGonagall felt dizzy for a while, God knows how she endured it, and stared at Anton closely.

"Wizards choose magic, and magic also chooses wizards." Speaking of magic, Anton's expression became extremely serious, "Sometimes black magic is like a knife, it will ruthlessly kill our soul, our personality, and our soul." Everything we do hurts."

"But at some point, it will also become a very suitable whetstone for us, making us extra powerful."

"Ron has obviously found a suitable spell for him. There is something missing in his heart, and he lacks a certain amount of self-confidence. In this magic that requires self-protection and facing himself, he will complete his personality and personality. soul, and thus obtain a powerful key."

"The same is true for Hermione. The lack of her heart lies in the anxiety of her own imperfection. She is too precocious to figure out many things in the wizarding society, so she has extremely high anxiety about everything she faced in the society when she was born in a Muggle family. ; the honor of being smart and hardworking alone can't make her feel satisfied, and she knows that her lack of creativity and spirituality in magic will stop her at a certain level, which is another greater anxiety."

Anton spread his hands at this point, "But in fact, she is wrong. I think she has better talents than Harry and her peers, but magic is the power of the heart, and her lack of self-confidence is what caused her subconscious Her resistance to the dark arts ultimately affected her magical spirituality."

"So in the process of learning black magic with Ron, she will find her own spiritual power, which is protection. Protecting the weak can always make people burst out with powerful power. This kind of spiritual power and experience will always be Make up for her heart little by little."

Listening to Anton dissecting Ron and Hermione's relationship with magic bit by bit, Professor McGonagall gradually calmed down. He listened carefully to the magic theory expounded from such an interesting angle, and was a little absent-minded for a while.

Dumbledore applauded in amazement, "Anton, I didn't expect you to have a good talent in educating others to learn."

"Of course." Anton giggled, "I have a pair of observant eyes."

He continued to tell the story of what had happened in the past few days, from the process of teaching Ron and Hermione to the experience of going to Azkaban.

The words are danced and danced, and the words are hyped.

Thanks to the writing lessons taught by Lockhart, the content he tells is ups and downs and fascinating.

"So, have you guys spotted an opportunity here?"

Anton looked at Professor McGonagall and Dumbledore mysteriously.

"The three-headed dementors?" Professor McGonagall asked suspiciously.

"No!" Dumbledore stood up excitedly, "It's Ron and Hermione's magic!"

A stream of light flashed through his half-moon glasses, "Although Anton said that when he used magic in front of Tom, he said that he had developed the magic with Boggarts, as long as anyone has seen the process of Ron and Hermione casting magic, they will This must be dismantled!"

"And if Tom can know, it must be the message from someone hidden in Hogwarts Castle!"

"We just need to keep an eye on Ron and Hermione to see who knows about this and try to pass on the news, and we can quickly lock this person!"

"Great!" Anton gave a thumbs up, and took a pile of cockroaches from Dumbledore's fruit plate and quickly stuffed it into his mouth.

Dumbledore ignored him, quickly drew the Elder Wand, and waved it in the air.

hum~

A blue light surged, and a picture of an office appeared inside.

Obviously, it was curfew time, Ron and Hermione were not sleeping in the dormitory, and Harry Potter was beside them.

And... Sirius.

At this moment, Ron and Hermione were practicing the spell 'Spirit of Fear', and Harry stared at them nervously, with a look of concern.

But they didn't notice that Professor Sirius, who said behind his back to protect them, looked a little weird.

Suddenly, Dumbledore frowned.

He is too aware of what kind of person his student and the Order of the Phoenix are. Sirius must have looked at Harry with extremely gentle eyes and an urgency to make up for his mistakes, and he looked at Harry who looked the same as James. Leigh was sure to bring back nostalgia for the past in him.

So……

What does this dangerous look mean?

Anton watched this scene with great interest, and almost laughed out loud—Harry stared at Ron and Hermione with complicated expressions, Sirius stared at Harry with complicated expressions, and Dumbledore stared at Ron and Hermione with complicated expressions. With Sirius.

Haha, Padfoot, Old Deng is staring at you.

Anton decided to draw this interesting picture after returning home.

It is said that since he learned magic, he has started to like writing and drawing. This is also a very important thing. You must know that he was a science programmer in his previous life.

This is not only a change brought about by magic, but a change of the mind itself.