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"Dumbledore's power is unquestionable. To be honest, I have some doubts about whether you can break Dumbledore's spell..."

"I can also give you an idea."

"Anton, oh, it's Anthony Weasley, he will map the magic, and then study it slowly, maybe you..."

Lockhart was chattering beside him, Professor Harris frowned, and turned to look at him, "Maybe you should be quiet, Mr. Lockhart, you are too nervous."

"I know, he's afraid of death." The old witch, Minister Yaxley, waved her wand, releasing streaks of colored light that hit the magic mirror, and flowers grew on the mirror.

She turned her head and looked at Lockhart gently, "Listen, I've said it before, I recognize you as a saint, as a saint, if you are discovered by Dumbledore, I will protect you."

"Ha~" Lockhart was inexplicably amused, "You? Saved me from Dumbledore?"

"Of course~"

A trace of anger flashed across the old witch's old face, "He owes me!"

"It was he who wrote a letter in Godric's Hollow to invite my parents to fight together and make changes for the world. But when our family found Grindelwald with hope, we were told that he was alone !"

"He's hiding in this **** Hogwarts castle!"

"For his ideal, Grindelwald gave everything. And I, my parents, my aunt, my brother, my lover, my son, all fought and died for it!"

"This coward!"

"During the more than forty years of our fighting, he never showed up. Haha, it's ridiculous. When we were about to succeed, after more than forty years, he finally stood up..."

"Stand up and stop this!"

"For more than forty years, a war that has affected generations of people, started by him and ended by him, is simply absurd to ridiculous"

"I don't know what face he has to dare to stand in front of me! "

"Not to mention~"

The old witch came over and stared at Lockhart earnestly, "Listen, the so-called 'great' wizards, whether it's Dumbledore or the mysterious man, they only show that they are far more powerful than ordinary people in casting spells. And our faith, Grindelwald, is truly great."

"We'll just call Dumbledore 'the most powerful wizard of this century'.

"But being strong doesn't mean being omnipotent, boy, listen, even Grindelwald, there are too many fields that they haven't touched, otherwise they don't need to look for helpers everywhere."

"In the field of cursing, no one can compare to our Yaxley family!"

"As for surveying and mapping magic, this is also our Sir Greengrass' strong point!"

Editor-in-Chief Greenglass chuckled, "Oh, Whitley, it's a great honor for you to remember that I'm still a member of Sir Merlin, but I'm even more proud of my editor-in-chief."

"In the decades since Dumbledore imprisoned Grindelwald in Nurmengard, the thing I am most proud of is taking over my father's "Wizard Weekly", leading weekly magazines and newspapers around the world to promote Bad words for Dumbledore."

As he spoke, he put on the hood of his wizard robe, took out a huge ghost mask from his pocket, put it on his face, and twisted his buttocks, "I hope that a centenarian like me can still dance this sacrificial dance."

Suddenly, the wizard robe on his body bulged, as if the body inside had undergone some strange deformation, and there were sharp protrusions on the back of the wizard robe hood, which made people guess whether it was full of spikes or not. prick.

Then, he took out a jar made of rough clay from his pocket, held it and sang and danced around the magic mirror, with a strange and primitive cry, "Heh...~Chachik~~~heh~~hey ~~~heh~~~~

The sound is vast and vast.

Then, he grabbed a handful of red and green powder from the jar in his arms, and raised it high towards the magic mirror.

Singing, dancing, powder flying.

Suddenly, a phantom of a primitive bonfire appeared on the magic mirror, and the flames were blazing.

Editor-in-Chief Greengrass held the jar respectfully and bowed to the bonfire, put the jar in his pocket, and took out a slender waist drum that looked like a football (the tapered side was cut off and covered with a layer of animal skin).

He solemnly tied the waist drum around his waist, sang and danced around the campfire again, clapped his hands on the waist drum, and hummed an ancient rune song, "Dumb to come to Mishan, shriek to Mishan , trembling and trembling came to Mishan..."

The general meaning of the lyrics isdead people, what words do you have that you haven't told me in time, let this flame, let this wind, let all of this, entrust them, let these spirits of the world, come and tell me I

beep beep bobo~

In the phantom bonfire, the sound of firewood burning sounded.

The wind blows, blowing up the ashes of plants and trees, and fluttering in the sky along with the heat waves of the flames.

These plant ash turned into strange traces in the sky, criss-crossing and twisting with the heat wave.

On the other side, Professor Harris walked over with a serious face, waving his wand with great movements, and chanting inaudible incantations.

Streams of mist gushed out from the tip of his wand and rose towards the sky.

When the water mist touched the ash of plants in the sky that was still sparkling with sparks, it made a hissing and extinguishing sound.

Gradually, the water mist condensed in the sky, as if turning into a layer of clouds. As the ashes of plants and trees continued to float upward, delicate runes flashed one after another.

Finally, the clouds accumulated to a certain thickness and turned into a burst of rain and fell down.

Sprinkle on the magic mirror, sprinkle on various plants attached to the magic mirror~

"It's my turn." The old witch walked over with a smile, waving her wand with her left hand, and slowly stretched out her right hand. Her old fingers moved flexibly, as if rubbing some artwork.

A hint of pale allure suddenly bloomed on her gentle and kind old face, her eyes instantly turned khaki, and there was nothing else in their eye sockets.

Lockhart looked into her eyes, but felt that it wasn't her eyes changing color, but that her entire eye sockets had turned into windows of a loess land, surging with countless vitality.

The old witch suddenly laughed, as if it was a kind of joy of a newborn being born in the family, as if witnessing the blooming of a life, she raised her hand slightly.

In the middle of the magic mirror corresponding to her fingertips, a plant suddenly burst into flowers.

The flowers are moistened by the rain, the flowers are destroyed by the rain, and the flowers finally fall.

A small fruit was left, which gradually grew bigger in the rain, matured, and finally ripened, making a crisp sound as if a watermelon burst open. There were only gray-green flocs and a brown fruit inside. Yellow seeds, only the size of an apple seed.

She picked it gently and placed it in Lockhart's palm.

"Give it to our great Grindelwald, so that he will break free from Dumbledore's shackles, please forgive us for being late for decades, we have been defeated, we have become cowardly, and even went to Nurmengard to rescue him I don't even have the courage to do that, it's a shame.

"Faithfully hope that he will return again, and we will be willing to leave everything behind and continue to follow him as the king's forerunner."

Lockhart stared blankly at her devout expression, suddenly feeling ashamed.

He's not a pious saint, he's just a little guy who wants to survive.

On the one hand, he was ordered by Dumbledore to be sent to Grindelwald again as an undercover agent. On the other hand, it is also taking advantage of the trend. I hope that doing things for Grindelwald this time will make him not blame him for snatching the old wand from Anton to Dumbledore.

"Guaranteed to complete!" Lockhart's attitude has never been firmer.

"Very good." The old witch looked at him gently, "You have enough spirituality in your body, you don't need to be too inferior, you are only one step away from the road of magic..."

Before she could finish her sentence, suddenly a sharp roar came from a distance.

"The seeds are flying!"

Shh~

Lockhart couldn't believe it, he stared blankly at the seed in his hand, and it instantly turned into a beam of light!

With a hissing sound, the light flashed across his eyes, flew towards the entrance of the underground secret room at an extremely fast speed, and flew into the hands of a little boy with a lightning scar on his forehead.

"Harry~ Potter?" Lockhart blinked, confused.

"Run!" Hermione yelled, urging Harry and Ron to jump into the gust of wind at the entrance and rise.

"No!" Editor-in-Chief Greenglass roared.

"The seeds are flying!" Harris quickly cast a spell on Harry Potter.

At this time, Harry had already been pulled by Ron into the gust of wind at the entrance. Seeing that it was too late to jump up, Harry waved his wand and released the spell quickly.

There seemed to be no spell in this spell. A golden mist spewed out from the tip of the wand, turning into a 1.5-meter-high knight shield, shining golden, with a golden skull pattern on it.

Harris' spell hit the shield, and the two collapsed at the same time.

In the time it took to get in the way, Harry was pulled into the strong wind at the entrance by Ron and Hermione, was blown towards the entrance, and disappeared in an instant.

"Hurry up!" The old witch was a little anxious.

"Lockhart, catch up with them and cast the Oblivion Curse on them. Don't interfere with Grindelwald's plan."

Several people roared to catch up, but it was Professor Harris who was safe, and turned around to undo the magic of several detection, mapping, feedback and other functions that were still in operation.

However, just as he was about to raise his wand, a stone-like color suddenly appeared on his body, and his whole body was fixed.

Suddenly, several people stopped in their tracks.

"Oh~ hurry up and chase after them." A figure turned from nothingness to solidity, appeared beside them, and said with a smile.

"Anthony Weasley!" Editor-in-Chief Greengrass swallowed, clenched the wand in his hand, and looked at Anton warily.

Anton ignored them, but looked up at the ashes and clouds in the sky, one eye turned into a multicolored vortex, and the other turned into azure blue, with electric lights flickering faintly inside.

He clicked his tongue and exclaimed, "What a powerful anti-curse, what a miraculous way to break the curse!"

As he said that, he turned his head and gave a thumbs up to several people, "Awesome!"

"You...how did you appear here?" Editor-in-chief Greengrass was trembling with nervousness.

Anton shrugged and pointed at Draco on the ground, "I went back to the dormitory, and my roommate said that Draco was broken in love. As a good friend, I came to take care of him. Is it strange?"

"Mr. Weasley!" The old witch's complexion became serious, and she looked at him hesitantly, "I don't think we have any conflict of interest, and we saints very much welcome the changes that the "Muggle Squib" theory has brought to this world. . "

Anton smiled and nodded, "That's right, I'm just trying to prevent Professor Harris from dissolving this compound spell-resolving magic. This thing looks very interesting, so leave it for me to figure it out. I have no objection if you chase after you."

"Oh~"

He pointed at the entrance of the underground chamber with a smile, "Look, Professor Lockhart has chased after him, if that's the case..."

Anton said in a deliberative tone, "Why don't you come and go back, okay?"

As he spoke, the petrified color on Professor Harris' body beside him faded instantly, and Harris staggered a few steps on the ground before carefully looking at Anton.

Among the three, Professor Harris had the most complicated mood. He was forced by Anton to jump into the black lake to swim. (353 chapters)

Of course, after watching the magical video of Anton fighting Voldemort with his own eyes, Yo Yao, at that moment, all hatred was dispelled.

The editor-in-chief Greengrass also has the same sentiment. He thought that Anthony was Dumbledore's lackey in the Ministry of Magic last year, and tried his best to get Anthony back into Azkaban, but ended up living in it himself.

for several months.

The taste of Azkaban is really uncomfortable. At that time, there was a sudden chaos in Azkaban. All the Aurors were turned into frogs, all the dementors were expelled, and all the prisoners ran away. It was he who, alone, had rushed to the Ministry of Magic to find the Aurors and report the incident.

If it weren't for this credit, he might have to continue to be imprisoned for an unknown period of time before his forces can fish him out.

Anton looked at the three people who were becoming more and more vigilant, and his expression fell.

"What, didn't I say it clearly enough?"

"Then let me be brief."

Anton took a deep breath, looked at them coldly, "Get lost!"

"You!" The old witch, Minister Yaxley, as the Minister of Magic of a country, a top wizard with a very high seniority in the wizarding world, no one has ever dared to speak to her like this.

Hey, now there is.

Just when her anger was about to surge, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com suddenly saw Anton slowly pulling out the wand from the pocket of the wizard robe...

hiss~

The anger was instantly extinguished.

bang bang bang~~

The three apparition explosions appeared almost at the same time, and slipped away at the same time in just an instant.

"Oh~"

Anton chuckled, then turned his head to look at the magic that was still working in front of him, "It's really amazing."

From the snuffbox in the pocket of his wizard's robe, he took out a crystal ball that looked like the kind used by prophets. It was a weather ball invented by George Fred, which could be used to contain a certain weather.

Through this crystal ball, this magic seems to become distorted.

The magic wand tapped the crystal ball lightly, and Anton put down the crystal ball with a smile. Inside the crystal ball, there appeared a magic mirror standing on the green fire, and the ash and clouds floating above the magic mirror.

The traceless stretching spell is simply a must-have super spell for home travel.

As for the collection of scenery, it is another magic. The combination of the two works very well, great.

Anton whistled, put away the crystal ball, walked over leisurely, picked up Draco, and walked slowly towards the entrance of the underground chamber.

Suddenly, he turned his head and said towards a corner full of stone pillars, "You should be satisfied with this treatment, right?"

No one answered.

"Quack quack ~, it seems that you are really ashamed to see them?"

In the corner, behind a certain stone pillar...

Dumbledore pursed his lips, tears streaming down his face.

Just like what Snape once said: We do some things, we regret it, and we don't do some things, we regret it for life.

Sometimes, for the sake of persistence in the heart, life will be so helpless.

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