Chapter 988 I'm in Charge!

Chapter 988 I'm in charge!

"I don't have any talent in prophecy, and I have no way to spy on the so-called fate."

Anton looked out the window of the hut with some emotion. In the corner of the valley, Harry, Dudley, Draco, Hermione, and Crabbe were practicing magic.

It is said that things of a kind flock together and people are divided into groups. Unknowingly, Ron and Goyle broke away from their respective trio and came together with Neville. And the rest of these ambitious little friends, even though they hate each other, they study together every day in a wonderful way.

"Mr. Dursley, will you believe me?"

Anton looked out the window with a smile on his lips, his voice was faint.

Vernon froze for a moment, not knowing why Anton suddenly mentioned this, but he still said in a very sincere tone, "Yes, Mr. Weasley, of course I believe you."

Anton raised his eyebrows, and looked back at Vernon. This man became a wizard through the ritual magic of the Top 100 Tournament. The emotions in his heart were magnified by the magic power, and he could easily perceive it.

The funny thing is, it was really a very meaningful kind of convincing.

Just like Anton's believers.

Vernon is his disciple? When Anton thought of this, his complexion became weird.

Oh, of course, he knew that he had brought such a drastic change to the Dursleys, and he could imagine what kind of image he was in the heart of their family.

"I am a person who likes to preach and teach, but I didn't have nothing to do so I called these people to the hut to teach alone."

Anton's eyes sparkled, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, "There is a very magical power, higher than fate, I don't know what to call it, but it affects everything invisibly."

"Maybe, call it luck? Heaven's choice?"

"In short, we will be surprised to find that whether it is the world of wizards or the world of Muggles, in the long history, people with outstanding talents have appeared together, shining an era."

"If you look at Muggle history books, you'll feel the same way."

"And now, I have these people in front of me, they are so connected to the era, so interesting."

Vernon looked at this mysterious wizard with some awe. This was the wizard he had seen most fit his imagination. He spoke mysterious words, although people couldn't understand them, but they seemed to contain some kind of great truth. .

Seeing that Vernon didn't understand, Anton just shook his head lightly, "Let's put it this way, you can regard those people as the chosen ones, the lucky ones chosen by the times, born as the times require."

"As for me, I just made contact on purpose, trying to push them so that they can go further."

"You know what I mean, Vernon."

Anton turned his head and stared at Vernon with burning eyes, "They will go further because of my guidance!"

"Not the second generation of magic factory managers, nor the second generation who entered the Ministry of Magic!"

"They deserve a brighter future!"

"If you ask Dumbledore, maybe he will arrange a good place for you now..."

"If you ask Malfoy, maybe he will, under Voldemort's behest, help you climb to a position that you can hardly imagine but also difficult to control."

"And now, you come to ask me."

"Then my answer to you is..."

Anton's gaze was so scorching hot, as if his entire eyes were filled with light, making it hard to look directly at.

His gaze was so deep, like a twinkling galaxy, that one couldn't help but sink into it.

"Remember, Vernon!"

"nobody!"

"No one can arrange my apprenticeship!"

"It won't work if Dumbledore comes, it won't work if Voldemort comes, and even your relatives come. Since they are already my apprentices, then their future..."

"I have the final say!"

"You understand?"

As if frightened, Vernon stared at Anton in a daze, and couldn't help but nod wildly like a chicken pecking at rice.

Then, a kind of fanatical joy burst out involuntarily in my heart.

His Dudley, his Harry, was chosen by this great wizard!

Then, he felt a little lost again.

His father, his uncle, seemed to have no way to protect his children anymore. Although he is indeed weak and cannot provide much protection, he is really working hard.

There has never been a parent of a little wizard from a Muggle family who resolutely stepped into the unknown wizarding world as a Muggle, hoping to continue planning everything for their child's future life.

sad...

And some joy.

The corner of Anton's mouth curled up slightly, "So, don't hesitate, just make the choice you want. Don't worry about choosing one, and the other will blame you. Whether it's Fudge or Pedro, I will help you talk about it. "

"Thank you very much."

Vernon didn't know how to thank Anton, but stood up vigorously, bowed and saluted.

"That's not necessary." Anton smiled and waved his hand.

The two chatted for a few more words, and Vernon politely offered to leave. To be honest, he felt extremely stressed in front of Anton.

"One last piece of advice for you."

Anton thought for a while, and stopped Vernon who was about to leave.

Vernon quickly turned around and looked at Anton seriously.

"If you want to continue to protect your children, or if you want to truly gain a foothold in the magical world, maybe what you should think about is..."

Anton raised his eyebrows, "Try to learn some magic."

"I...Magic?" The face of the fat uncle Harry suddenly became extremely exciting, and he stared blankly at Anton in disbelief, as if he was not sure about the information he had heard. Anton, "Can I use magic?"

"Oh, what an interesting question."

Anton rolled his eyes, "I worked hard to turn you into wizards and mastered the ability to cast spells, but you actually asked me if you can use magic?"

"I……"

"I……"

Vernon looked a little at a loss, "I don't know, I..."

He, it seems, has never really tried to use magic. Unlike his wife Penny, he didn't seem to care too much about the wizard's ability to cast spells, but was delighted by the blessing of being a wizard.

Immersed in the joy of this change of identity, he is more able to handle his extremely skilled interpersonal communication beside Mr. Pedro the goblin, Mr. Malfoy of the pure-blood family, and Mr. Fudge, the Minister of Magic.

"I can really learn?"

It was as if someone suddenly broke the layer of window paper, and everything that had never been thought about in the past suddenly emerged.

Vernon squeezed the pocket of his suit jacket nervously. There were some Galleons in it. Maybe he could buy a wand first?

"No one has ever said that a wizard's talent is everything."

Anton followed him with a serious expression, "Every soul is equally great, and every life has its own splendor, and magic is the power of the soul, and you are no worse than anyone else."

He stood up lazily, walked towards the shelf next to his experiment table, and flipped through it, "The wizard descendants of pure-blood families will indeed have some extra talents, which will make their journey easier in the early stage. .”

"But most wizards will eventually reach a hurdle, and it will be difficult to make progress. At that time, it is not the so-called magical blood, but the heart that tests themselves."

Anton pulled out a roll of parchment from the shelf, tore off the hemp rope that bound it, and opened it to confirm.

This is a treatise on the magic of love.

Harry approached the Department of Mysteries through the Wizengamot management agency to get back the magic manuscript of his mother Lily. After Anton borrowed it and read it, he naturally had a lot of ideas.

This one is the paper he wrote. The title of the paper is "In the Name of Love: The Magic of Blood Relatives' Love, and the Interesting Connection of Bloodlines Over Time".

The paper was not that popular in the cottage, the theory in it conflicted with Anna's time collection practices, the twins were more heartless, Hannah called this a 'moral kidnapping between the family', only Neville copied I took a copy and studied it seriously.

As for the newly joined Ron and Goyle...

emm, just ignore the scumbags.

"You can sign up at Azkaban Academy and start learning from the most basic."

Anton rewound the parchment and tied it up, and handed it to Vernon, "When you have a foundation, you may try to learn the magic above, I think you should feel a little bit handy."

"It fits your heart after all."

"Of course, I'm talking about the current mind. If your original intention changes, this magic may not be suitable for you."

Vernon reached out to take it, and quickly wiped his chubby hands on the suit jacket, then stretched out his respectful hands to take it, with a serious expression as if he had received a secret book from the gods, and said solemnly, "I will not live up to your gift."

"???" Anton looked at Vernon inexplicably, wondering if he was adding to the scene, and simply ignored him, waved his hand lazily, and told him to leave.