The Grey Wizard of Hogwarts Chapter 114

"I told him that I would help him find out when you would put the Philosopher's Stone in the mirror, and he agreed."

Anton grabbed a chocolate frog and stuffed it into his mouth, and grabbed a few piles of cockroaches and quickly stuffed them in.

A glass of honey lemonade was gently pushed in front of Anton, "Eat slowly."

"Thank you. Gulululu." An Dong drank the whole glass of honey water in one breath, and slumped on the large back chair, "Comfortable~"

"Chocolate is amazing. How did the wizard discover this thing, and it can actually alleviate the negative effects of magic."

Dumbledore rubbed the ring on his finger, squinted and said casually, "I don't know that, I don't know everything."

Anton smiled and grabbed another chocolate frog, "So now we maintain a delicate balance again. I'm too familiar with this kind of thing, so I can deal with it easily."

"yes?"

Dumbledore looked at Anton with a complicated expression, "You've always lived like this?"

Anton was about to put the chocolate frog in his mouth, but when he heard the question, he stopped, and was immediately kicked on the nose by the chocolate frog's retreat.

He thought about it for a while, and said with some emotion, "Always."

Yes, he seems to have been living in this situation all the time. Shrugging, Anton smiled indifferently, "I'm used to it."

Put the chocolate frog into the mouth forcefully and chew it hard.

Then he rubbed his hands together, "Can you give me a cake or something, I'm feeling a little hungry."

Old Deng clapped his palm lightly, and a stack of pastries with ice cream **** appeared in front of him. He gently placed a stack in front of Anton, "Fruit **** with syrup, my favorite, try it."

Anton ate and raised his head again, "So when you plan to put the Philosopher's Stone in the mirror, remember to tell me. I have to keep my word and tell my good teacher."

He looked at Lao Deng with a smile, "In this way, he can go in obediently at the time and place you set. After that, it's your business, and I can't control it."

Dumbledore shook his head with a complicated expression, "You're just a first-year kid, you shouldn't have to take on so much."

Anton shrugged and continued to deal with the pie.

Harry Potter is not also a first-year, but Old Deng intends to let this child face Voldemort, it is terrible.

"Oh, he's different." Dumbledore said with a smile, his glasses were full of light.

"!!!" Anton raised his head in surprise.

"Limerimony? Wow, Dumbledore, you are much better than my professor. He can't even read the first layer of code in my memory."

Dumbledore spread his hands, "You're not the only one who can learn from goblins."

Right.

There are so many old Deng Niu, he can do everything, the language of centaurs, the language of mermaids, the language of goblins, the language of snakes...

Obviously, Dumbledore must have communicated with various creatures in his long life.

After eating a whole piece of syrup fruit tart, Anton patted his stomach comfortably.

"Then I'll go to class, Professor Dumbledore."

Dumbledore nodded, didn't speak, and didn't know what he was thinking.

Anton's footsteps are brisk, as he said, as long as he can maintain a delicate balance, he can deal with this kind of thing.

Not just Voldemort.

And Dumbledore.

He has long been accustomed to getting along with people who are stronger than him, and he has his own set of ways to deal with things.

Like Dementor.

Just now, he didn't have any idea of ​​dressing up and wrapping himself up.

Open up and put it very honestly under Dumbledore's eyes.

Such candor was also a silent bargaining chip, for which he was well received by Dumbledore and Voldemort.

The virtual and the real, the real and the virtual, don't be too familiar with the feeling of dancing on the tip of a knife.

He is not very strong now.

But he has gradually acquired some means to settle down.

Today is herbal medicine class, and the classroom is in the greenhouse outside the castle.

Walking out of Dumbledore's office, he slowly walked down the stone steps and came to the outside of the castle.

Unconsciously, time has quietly entered November, and the weather has become very cold. Snowflakes began to float over the castle, and the surrounding mountains were covered in ash and snow.

On the way out of the castle to the greenhouse, both Gryffindor and Slytherin were talking about one thing - the Quidditch season.

It's about ranking in the Academy Cup.

Anton walked in the crowd, listening to them arguing about which academy would win, how good that golfer was, and smiled lightly.

He took a light breath and watched it turn into a white mist in mid-air.

"But ah..."

Anton squinted and turned to look at the castle, unable to tell whether he was looking in the direction of Quirrell's office or Dumbledore's office.

"I don't want to be weak anymore."

For a long time, he has tried every means to live, and he is already tired enough.

Feeling wronged is not a habit that can make everything calm down.

Now it's off to a good start.

The goblin's memory sorting method, the color-changing wind bird with the bionic spell, and Dumbledore's potential, allowed him to have room for negotiation in front of Voldemort.

The goblin's memory collector's secret technique, open mind, and Voldemort's potential made him get extra attention from Dumbledore.

Everything is in a delicate balance.

Even if there is so much danger, it is actually enough for him to learn a skill well, a skill that at least can easily stand in front of these two.

"A special soul?"

Anton smiled slightly and had an idea in his heart.

People should make good use of their own advantages. This is a truth that he has long understood.

Holding the book tightly, he strode forward.

For the average student, Hogwarts is dreamy, fantastic, laid back and fun.

But for some, the experience of going to school can be compared to a horror game.

For example, Harry, Ron, and Hermione were walking in front. They were lowering their heads and whispering, and from time to time they looked carefully at their classmates.

Seeing their cautious appearance, Anton suddenly felt a sense of intimacy.

He walked over and gently wrapped his arms around Ron's neck, "Hey, little cousin, what are you talking about?"

Ron looked at Harry quickly, Harry shook his head nervously, and Ron nodded with pursed lips.

Hermione rolled her eyes and looked at Anton, "Do you know who Nicole Lemay is?"

"Hermione!" Harry and Ron exclaimed at the same time~www.mtlnovel.com~ Of course they knew. "The corner of An Dong's mouth was slightly raised.

"Nicole LeMay, the famous wizard in the wizarding world, knows him no less than those who know Dumbledore."

The three quickly looked at An Dong and asked nervously in unison, "Who is it?"

Anton smiled.

laugh.

Grinning.

Then he smiled extremely happily.

"Read more, stupid little cousin, you've eaten so many chocolate frogs for nothing."

Rubbing Ron's head, Anton went in laughing.

Wow, seeing that other people are also worried, I don't know why I feel so good now, great.

"???" Ron stared at Anton's back with wide eyes, "So he just showed off his knowledge, then mocked us fiercely, and didn't say anything in the end?"

Hermione looked strange, "He just taunted you!"

Harry nodded.

"Damn it!" Ron straightened his hair, "I hate Slytherin!"

Harry sighed helplessly, "Hagrid knows, he doesn't say it. Anton knows, he doesn't say it either. We've looked for so many books, and we don't know what to do."

"We have no idea what Snape is going to steal from that room guarded by the three-headed dog!"

Whoops.

A long list trembled in front of him.

Hermione stared at the two trash men, "Listen, I didn't find so many books, just a small part of the list. Let's go to the library after class!"

Harry and Ron looked at each other and sighed in unison, "I hate libraries."

Chapter end