Chapter 213 I Haven't Done Anything yet (Addition 3)

"Three months..."

Anton clicked his tongue, "In just three months, under Voldemort's Confusion Curse, I was able to do so many things."

"Everything looks out of order."

He turned to look at Grindelwald, "Aren't you going to Hogwarts with me?"

"Do not!"

Grindelwald's words were particularly firm, "The picture of the future is messy and everything, but no matter which one, Dumbledore is dead, and I will wait patiently, waiting for this day."

Anton shrugged, "Okay then."

He squinted his eyes to the sky and let out a deep breath.

"That's right, I can't force anyone, these things are all caused by me, and I should calm everything down."

Anton's eyes rolled, as if there was a hazy ray of sunshine.

"I like Hogwarts, I like Dumbledore, I like Snape, I like George and Fred, I like Neville, I like Hannah, I like Draco, I like spending time at school every moment of time.”

"There is something to do, and something not to do."

"I can't stay out of it."

"Then risk your life."

He thought for a while, looked at Grindelwald seriously and sincerely, "Thank you for your teaching these days."

"That's not what I'm going to teach you. You've missed it." Old Ge curled his lips, "Wizards are looking for the way of magic, and magic is also looking for wizards."

"Well, I'll teach you a simpler one, guaranteed to be useful."

Grindelwald looked Anton up and down, and secretly added in his heart, at least don't die, causing Dumbledore's Horcrux to disappear.

Anton's eyes lit up, "You can have this."

"Do you still remember the method of extending the black thread of the soul to nature and obtaining the magic power of nature?" Seeing Anton nod, Grindelwald continued, "Take that broken Horcrux as nature, and release the Guardian Knight Curse."

"???" Anton froze for a moment, "What is the principle?"

"Try it and you'll know."

Ok.

Anton pulled out his wand, savoring the feeling, and waved it lightly, "Loyal guardian! (Spell)"

I saw countless black threads extending from his body, and finally completely separated from his body. The black threads twisted and finally turned into a huge figure.

A grown wizard in black wizard robes.

Anton blinked, and looked back curiously at the black figure that was almost two and a half meters long. The wide wizard robe swayed crazily without wind, the face was blurred inside the huge hood, and the pale arms naturally stretched out from the sleeves of the wizard robe.

"this……"

Anton's heart moved, he clenched his wand tightly, and raised his arm.

The black-robed wizard behind him also raised his hand, his pale fingers pointing forward.

"All petrified!"

The magic power surged, and the white light filled the air, but in an instant, the whole world fell silent.

The tides of the sea are all condensed, glowing with the luster of stone.

The sound of distant waves beating against these petrified seawater can only be vaguely heard.

"As I said before, if you learn to arouse the power of nature, you will naturally be able to arouse the power of this broken Horcrux." Grindelwald took a sip of the juice, "Use it in an emergency, don't be addicted to its power, otherwise you will will be lost again."

...

The huge bat wings of thestrals fluttered, carrying Anton soaring into the sky.

Swipe across the sky and disappear in an instant.

Grindelwald chuckled, "I like this guy."

He picked up a small bread from the small table and took a bite, "Oh!" He took a look at it in surprise, "It turned out to be so delicious?"

...

...

"Dumbledore is too old, he is not suitable to be a headmaster at all!" Lucius sneered and stood at the window of the Hogwarts headmaster's office looking out.

"Yes...is it?" Lockhart's eyes flickered, and he rubbed left and right on the big chair behind the principal's desk, fidgeting a little.

"Yes, Lockhart, you are obviously so good, why can't you be more confident?" An old wizard with a white beard looked at Lockhart bitterly.

"You asked our school manager to come to the mandrake and successfully rescued the children who were petrified. Didn't you read the headline on the front page of the "Daily Prophet" today?" The old wizard shook the newspaper in his hand, "His Arriving, it seems to be the sunshine that dispels the haze of Hogwarts sky..."

The corner of Lockhart's mouth twitched, and he turned his head to look out the window. The sky was still cloudy, and Rita's writing reports now had no limit.

Such compliments really made him feel a little ashamed.

God, he really didn't want to be some Hogwarts headmaster.

No one knows how guilty he is now. These extremely corrupt pure-blood families are even more naive than him, thinking that the wizarding world is run by power.

Lockhart simply couldn't understand, had these people been in high positions for so long that they had gone blind long ago?

A person like him who wanders around every corner of the wizarding society to collect materials is very clear about the essence of the wizarding world - strength is everything.

A powerful wizard can do whatever he wants.

At least that's what he did with the powerful Oblivion Charm.

Those people in the past, Grindelwald, Saints, Voldemort, Death Eaters, reporters, dark wizards, and even the Ministry of Magic, almost all followed this law.

People who don't understand this will surely die a miserable death.

At least when the school directors stopped him who was about to leave and asked him to be the principal, he went to the school infirmary and knelt in front of Dumbledore's hospital bed and cried all night.

Oh, although it was a bit embarrassing to do so, he finally saw Dumbledore nodding his head, at least he knew that he would not be killed, so he was more or less relieved.

Dumbledore is not dead yet!

How dare these people?

Have you forgotten the nickname everyone called 'White Devil' in private?

Alas, but what can he do? Dumbledore has grasped his weakness, so he has to be the professor, and the white-bearded school manager in front of him has also grasped his weakness, so he has to be the headmaster.

"Thank you for your encouragement, Lord Al." Lockhart could only show a charming smile, yes, smile.

"Actually, I have my own views on education, such as the mastery of magic spells by little wizards..."

"No, no need." The white-bearded old wizard's flattering smile suddenly pulled down, and he stared at Lockhart coldly, "Don't make any changes until our school directors discuss and make a decision, okay?"

Lockhart shrank back into the headmaster's armchair, looking weak and helpless, "Okay...Okay."

"Heh~" Lucius in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows let out a sneer, which was so piercing.

He pushed open the door of the principal's office and walked out with a cane.

Walking along the school stairs, he came to the girls' bathroom on the second floor with ease. After checking around for no one, he gently opened the door and walked in.

The ghost of a little girl, an eerie milky color, floats quietly in the corner.

"Everything is going according to your orders." Lucius said to the empty bathroom.

After a while, a big snake with eyes closed swam over from nowhere, and its huge body blocked the door behind him.

"Very good, Lucius, you will be rewarded." Tom Riddle propped his hands behind his head, lying on the basilisk's back, "Remember, the vacant Defense Against the Dark Arts professor..."

"Which Death Eater is more loyal?"

"Damn it, Snape is stupid enough to time travel and do such pointless things."

Tom Riddle turned over from the basilisk and jumped down, staring at him coldly, "I need to know who else is loyal to me, Lucius, go find them, find a way to get them to Hogwarts, I need Face-to-face examination!"

Lucius nodded.

The basilisk slid, and the cold scales ran across the back of Lucius' neck, making goose bumps all over his body.

Finally, both Tom and the basilisk disappeared, and Lucius walked out with a flickering expression.

He grasped the cane tightly, only feeling the cold sweat all over his back.

Finally, he gritted his teeth and continued to walk forward, along the stairs to the auditorium.

At the bottom of the stairs in the Great Hall, there is a room that is the office of Filch, the school administrator.

Since Filch was de-petrified, he suddenly fell in love with wizard robes, and went to Hogsmeade village to order a black wizard robe with a hood and inlaid with silver silk. Everyone in the school knew that Filch would not live long, and now the students would no longer laugh at him for it, just let him dress happily for a few days.

Lucius was silent at the door of the office for a long time, and finally knocked lightly on the door.

No one answered, and the door didn't close, and as he knocked on the door, the door creaked and revealed a gap.

In the gap, Feier's strange sneer came into view.

"Master, he asked me to find a loyal Death Eater, intending to let him apply for the position of professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts."

"Fine." A sharp voice came from the back of Filch's head.

Filch gently put down the hood of the wizard's robe on his head, turned around, a strange face twisted and twitched constantly.

"Haven't Harry Potter been found yet?"

Lucius trembled violently, "No, no, I don't know where he has been hiding since he was lifted from petrification."

"Then go find it! He can't leave the school!" Voldemort's voice was particularly sharp.

"Where's Anthony Weasley, have you found it?"

"No...no." Lucius swallowed, and held his right arm tightly. The Dark Mark on it was so hot that it seemed to be printed red with a branding iron.

In the end, he let out a shrill cry and fell limply to the ground.

"Don't let me down, Lucius, my patience has a limit."

"Walton McNeil...Alecto Caro...Amycus Caro...Antonin Dolohov...Little Avery...Crabbe and Goyle... Knott..."

Voldemort read a dozen or so names.

"Let them come to Hogwarts and accept Tom Riddle's arrangement. I want to see, I want to see, whether these people are really loyal to me!"

"Who will come, who dare not come, and who has no need to live anymore..."

The gap in the door slowly closed.

Only then did Lucius struggle to get up. Panting heavily, he gritted his teeth and propped his cane on the ground, stood up straight, and walked out step by step along the gate of the castle auditorium.

Finally, when he came to the edge of the Black Lake, he slumped on the ground as if he was relieved.

"I... what should I do?"

At this moment, a Thestral waving its huge bat wings landed beside him, and a little wizard jumped down.

"Huh, Lucius?"

"Hiss~~!" Lucius could only feel the Dark Mark on his arm burning, and finally couldn't hold back anymore and fell limply on the ground, looking at Anton in fear.

"In the end, how many..."

Slap.

fainted.

"!!!" Anton blinked, "So careless?"

"I haven't done anything yet?"

Tomorrow's three chapters will be updated a little later, so I should write a chapter and post a chapter. If there is no accident, it will be normal to publish all 3 chapters together in the morning.