Chapter 114 A Good Start

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

Anton grabbed a chocolate frog and stuffed it into his mouth, and then grabbed a few cockroaches and stuffed it quickly.

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

"Thank you. Gulululu." Anton drank the whole glass of honey water in one go, and slumped on the big armchair, "Comfortable~"

"Chocolate is simply magical. How did this thing be discovered by a wizard, and it can alleviate the negative effects of magic."

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

Anton smiled and grabbed another chocolate frog, "So now we are maintaining a delicate balance again. I am too familiar with this kind of thing, so I can handle it with ease."

"yes?"

Dumbledore looked at Anton with a complicated expression, "Have you been living like this?"

Anton was about to stuff the chocolate frog into his mouth, but he stopped when he heard this question, and was immediately kicked by the chocolate frog's back.

He thought about it, and said with emotion, "always."

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

Push the chocolate frog into your mouth and chew hard.

Then he rubbed his hands, "Can you give me a piece of cake or something, I feel a little hungry."

Lao Deng clapped his palms lightly, and a stack of pastries with ice cream balls appeared in front of him. He lightly piled it up and put it in front of Anton, "Syrup fruit pie, my favorite, try it."

Anton ate, then 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 obediently go in according to 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 are only a first-year child, and you shouldn't have to bear so much."

Anton shrugged and continued with the pie.

Isn't Harry Potter also in the first grade, but Old Deng planned to let this kid face Voldemort head-on, it was terrifying.

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

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

"Instigmatism? Wow, Dumbledore, you are much better than my professor, he can't even see through the first layer of code in my memory."

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

Right.

There are many old Deng Niu, and he knows everything, the language of horsemen, the language of mermaids, the language of goblins, the language of snakes...

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

Anton patted his stomach comfortably after eating a whole piece of treacle tart.

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

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

...

...

Anton walked briskly, as he himself said, as long as he can maintain a delicate balance, he can handle this kind of thing.

Not just Voldemort.

Also includes Dumbledore.

He has long been used to getting along with people who strengthen him a lot, and he has his own way of doing things.

Such as Remembrance.

He didn't have the idea of ​​dressing up and packaging himself just now.

Open, quite frankly, under Dumbledore's eyes.

Such candor is also a silent bargaining chip, for which he was treated kindly by Dumbledore and Voldemort.

False and real, real and false, this feeling of dancing on the tip of a knife should not be too familiar.

He is not strong now.

But gradually have some means to settle down.

...

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

Walked out of Dumbledore's office, walked slowly down the stone steps step by step, and came outside the castle.

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

On the way out of the castle to the greenhouse, both Gryffindors and Slytherins were talking about one thing—the Quidditch season.

This is about the ranking in the Academy Cup.

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

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

"But..."

Anton squinted his eyes, turned his head to look at the castle, and couldn't tell whether he was looking in the direction of Quirrell's office or Dumbledore's office.

"I don't want to be a weakling anymore."

For a long time, he has exhausted all kinds of means to live, and he is tired enough.

Wronging oneself is not something that can make everything calm after getting used to it.

It's already off to a good start.

The goblin's memory sorting method, the color-changing wind bird of the bionic spell, and Dumbledore's power gave him room for negotiation in front of Voldemort.

The secret method of the goblin memory collector, his open mind, and the power of Voldemort, made him get extra attention from Dumbledore.

Everything comes into a very delicate balance.

Even if there are some dangers, it is actually enough for him to learn a skill well, at least one skill that can stand in front of these two easily.

"A special soul?"

Anton smiled slightly and had an idea in his mind.

People should be good at using their own advantages, this is the truth that he has long understood.

Holding the book tightly, he strode forward.

...

For the average student, Hogwarts is dreamy, magical, 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, who were walking in front, were lowering their heads and whispering, while carefully looking at the students around them from time to time.

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

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

Ron met Harry's eyes quickly, Harry shook his head nervously, and Ron nodded with his mouth pursed.

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

"Hermione!" Harry and Ron exclaimed simultaneously.

"Of course I know." The corners of Anton's mouth slightly raised.

"Nicole Flamel, who is well-known in the wizarding world, is known to as many people as Dumbledore."

"!!!"

"!!!"

"!!!"

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

Anton smiled.

laugh.

grin.

Then I laughed very happily.

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

Rubbing Ron's head, Anton laughed heartily.

Wow, seeing other people are also troubled, I don’t know why I’m in a good mood now, it’s great.

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

Hermione looked strange, "He just mocked you!"

Harry nodded.

"Damn it!" Ron straightened his hair. "I hate Slytherins!"

Harry sighed helplessly, "Hagrid knows, but he won't tell. Anton knows, but he won't tell. We've found so many books, and we don't know what to do."

"We have no idea what Snape was trying to steal into the room guarded by the three-headed dog!"

Crash.

A long list trembled in front of him.

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

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