Chapter 147 You Know He Won't Blame You

The magic surged.

Anton's magic power was boiling.

It's like a boiling boiler.

Anton frowned, he thought everything too simply.

Voldemort poured into the soul shell he made for himself as expected, the 'Puppet Doll in the Witch's Hand' spell worked as expected, the 'Crack Curse' worked as expected, and the 'Horcrux' spell worked as expected.

But Voldemort's strength was beyond his imagination.

They are already remnants of souls, all because the body living in Quilo is extremely weak, but they are still so powerful.

Powerful to despair.

Anton's face turned ruthless, with a resolute free and easy look, and a wildness that looked down on life and death.

Smile~

Smile gracefully.

Yes, that's what his dear professor taught him, to be graceful, to control his spells freely, and to control his killing intent freely.

"Avada Kedavra!"

A dark green light emerged from the tip of the wand aimed at his eye sockets.

"No, child, you can't control this spell yet!" Dumbledore's complexion changed, and he drew out his wand anxiously, aiming at Anton, and an invisible light of the spell linked him with Anton.

The trembling Kedra's light suddenly became steady and powerful.

lightly...

elegantly……

soft and sharp...

Go deep into Anton's eyes, deep into his head, deep into his soul...

Gently pick.

"Ah~~~~"

A cloud of black mist emerged from Anton's body, vaguely revealing Voldemort's painful face from inside, and he was circling wildly in mid-air.

"Anthony..." Voldemort said with a cold tone, gritting his teeth, "You are fine, fine."

There was biting coldness and killing intent in his tone.

Anton smiled slightly, bent over, waved his wand and performed a wizarding etiquette.

"Oh~ my dear professor, thank you for your compliment."

Voldemort let out a roar, and flew out quickly, at an extremely fast speed, and disappeared in an instant.

Anton closed his eyes and savored for a moment, then opened his eyes and looked at Dumbledore.

"It's a Horcrux."

"He can't be killed by the Horcrux."

Dumbledore is such a smart person, he turned his head to look at Harry Potter in an instant, and then at Anton.

Anton raised his eyebrows and laughed.

"My professor is always with me, it's great."

real.

For the only time in his life, Dumbledore gave a thumbs up.

"you are awesome."

The discourse is utterly full of complexity.

What to say?

He didn't even know how to describe the kid's behavior. brave? crazy? Neuropathy? clever? moron?

Thousands of words, finally turned into a strong shock - the children nowadays are so fierce.

In any case, today was a fruitful day, and Lao Deng finally knew how to deal with Tom.

In Anton's words, Voldemort showed his health bar.

You have health bars, how could you not die.

Tut tut.

Dumbledore looked at Anton, clicked his tongue twice, and lightly tapped Anton's arm with his wand. The silver flying dragon twisted on his wrist and flew up with flapping wings.

"Don't!" Anton yelled anxiously.

"How useful this thing is, it can also resist the death curse!"

Dumbledore laughed, "No spell can resist the Killing Curse."

"???"

Anton was dumbfounded.

I saw the silver flying dragon flying and changing in the sky, countless red flames burst out, and finally turned into a phoenix phoenix.

The phoenix screamed, flew up and down freely, and landed lightly on Dumbledore's arm.

"Look..." Dumbledore stretched out his fingers and teased Phoenix's chin, "It's choked."

"!!!"

It really shocked me for ten thousand years.

Anton opened his mouth wide, opened and closed it, and finally looked at Dumbledore in disbelief, "Tell me, this is a curse, and tell me that maybe I can understand magic if I study it thoroughly. wonderful."

Dumbledore shrugged, "Well, a white lie."

Do you know how much time and energy I wasted on researching this so-called silver dragon bracelet spell?

You sealed a phoenix on me, don't think I don't know that you are spying on me through it!

No wonder you recognize my transformed Animagus!

I circled and crossed you uncle and grandma.

You are very bad old man.

Now Anton didn't know what to say, so he could only give a thumbs up vigorously.

"Bull, it's still your bull!"

"Giggle." Dumbledore laughed like a child, very proud.

"..."

The two sent Harry Potter to the school infirmary and came to Lao Deng's office.

Dumbledore rested his fingers on the table, squinting in thought.

Anton was eating ice cream waffles with a small spoon. This kind of super delicate workmanship and super delicate taste, obviously the elves did their best for any request from Principal Dumbledore.

"Don't let Harry know what happened tonight."

"I know."

Dumbledore suddenly looked at Anton intently, his eyes flickering.

Anton was so frightened that he waved his hands quickly, "Don't look at me, I'm different from Harry, the Horcrux is not combined with me, I can kill him at any time if I hold it in my hand."

"Maybe..." Dumbledore stared at Anton, "It can be done now."

"no!"

Anton refused, "I still want the professor to teach me more knowledge, and..."

He flicked his wrist, "You took back my method of resisting the death curse, I have to find myself a shield."

"Shield?" Dumbledore asked strangely.

Said, not without sarcasm, "Tom is very unlucky to have you as a student."

Anton imitated Dumbledore's expression and shrugged, "Well, you too."

"!!!"

"Fiennes (the old wizard) was right, you can be really annoying sometimes."

"You too, Professor Dumbledore."

Dumbledore picked up a small spoon and scooped up a large piece of ice cream and stuffed it into his mouth, "Eat my waffles and speak ill of me!"

Anton sighed, put down the small soup spoon, crossed his fingers, and placed it on the table.

"Principal Dumbledore, your mood is very wrong."

Old Bee was not a thoroughly good man.

But Anton liked Dumbledore.

From the first moment I came into contact with the "Harry Potter" stories and movies in my previous life, I liked Dumbledore.

He was very resistant to Dumbledore's death, saying something like 'death is a great adventure', but in fact it was just an escape.

The appearance of his own death being so great is actually just to avoid the torment of his sister's death, the torment of his lover's betrayal, and the torment of his brother's disappointed eyes.

"You shouldn't take all the blame on yourself for my professor's trash talk."

Dumbledore looked up in astonishment, looked at Anton, and chewed unconsciously.

"We can't be perfect, we can only do our own limit, accept our limitations, accept our incompetence, accept our cowardice, it's nothing."

Dumbledore's eyes twitched.

"When we pretend to be omnipotent, everything we can't do becomes our sin."

Anton looked at Lao Deng indifferently.

"You will never pass the test in your heart, and you will lock yourself in the dark castle forever."

Dumbledore pursed his lips and looked towards the distance of the window with a complicated expression.

"Isn't it just that I have always wanted to meet Grindelwald? What's the problem? Looking at the sky every day, I almost become a watcher." Anton mocked maliciously.

Dumbledore's face pulled down, "What do you know!"

"Of course I know, I've experienced death!" Anton said with a smile, "I'm more open-minded than you."

"You just need to know that Tom doesn't care about you, he only cares about himself, so he always blames you, thinking that you caused him to become like this."

Dumbledore sighed, "Indeed."

"No, no, no." Anton shook his head, "You should compare it with someone, and you will be able to see Tom's problem."

"Like Grindelwald."

Dumbledore's face darkened, "Don't mention him!"

oh~

Look, Dumbledore is upset!

Haha, Anton feels refreshed!

Telling you to let Phoenix monitor me, although I can't do anything to you, it's really cool to have a little revenge.

Cool and crooked.

"Grindelwald won't blame you, no matter what you did to him." Anton was still babbling. "You know, he won't blame you."

"No!" Dumbledore growled.

Powerful magic surged, and the door of the office slammed against the wall, "Get out."

"I haven't finished eating yet." Anton looked unhappy, "You know I'm right!"

Dumbledore stood up abruptly, twisted Anton's wizard robe from the back of his neck, grabbed it and threw it out, "No! Don't say any more!"

The old man looked fierce, but there were tears in his eyes.

Anton staggered backwards, nearly hitting someone.

He raised his head in astonishment, "Professor McGonagall, good evening."

Professor McGonagall had a strange look on her face. This was the third time she had seen Anthony kicked out of the office by the professor.

But she had more urgent matters, looked up at Dumbledore, and said anxiously, "Harry Potter..."

Dumbledore shook his head, reached out and nodded Anton, "You can't say it, yes, don't say everything."

The phoenix phoenix danced and circled.

Dumbledore looked at McGonagall apologetically, "No matter what happens, Minerva, I'm sorry, I have to go somewhere first."

boom.

The flames rise.

Dumbledore was lost.

Only Anton and Professor McGonagall looked at each other.

The second volume "Oh~ My Dear Professor" is over, and the next one is the third volume "A Ray of Sunshine", a new chapter and a new challenge. I will try to see if I can change it four times. . . But this is very difficult, because of the problem of uploading explosive updates, I have no manuscripts, so this is really a challenge for me, and I have to ensure the quality of the content to my satisfaction, and I have to write so many words, so can you Hold on, I don't know either. Still the same sentence, if I can write more, I will write more. There were only two chapters in Cavin's time. Well, that's it, thank you all for your continued support. Grateful.