Chapter 247 I'm Very Disappointed in You

"But I still don't understand!" Anton pursed his lips and helped stir the liquid medicine in the crucible.

"What good does it do Lockhart?"

"Benefits?" Snape sneered, "Naive!"

His eyes were cold, and he looked quietly at his cheek in the potion, "Wizards control the mind, and wizards are slaves of the mind at the same time. It is destined that wizards are extremely dangerous creatures, and their desires are stronger than any intelligent creatures."

"The stronger the desire, the more capable they are of fulfilling their desire."

"To the point that... you can do whatever you want!"

"This means that the wizarding world is more dangerous than anywhere else, and it is on the brink of war at any time. As long as any powerful wizard suddenly wants to do something on a whim, war can start at any time."

"In such a world, once a weakling like Lockhart is involved, he has no right to say anything good."

"Living is his only benefit."

"Too many people have died, Anton, you have never experienced war, and you don't know the cruelty of that time. Not everyone has a choice."

"..." Anton licked his mouth and sighed, "Before I entered the magic school, I always felt that life was cruel, because I lived in the dark corners of the world, as long as I came to the normal world, here is relaxed and peaceful. There's wizard chess, there's Quidditch, there's moving candy..."

Snape smiled slightly, "I think this is why Dumbledore is called the greatest wizard of this century. There are always some people who work hard to maintain world peace."

Anton nodded, and together with Snape, he divided the potions into small glass bottles.

"Tell me, teacher, what are we doing to make so many healing potions?"

Snape was silent for a moment, and waved his wand to put most of the potions into a suitcase. He held the wand tightly in one hand and lifted the suitcase with the other.

"Because the war has already begun."

"My original intention of learning potions is to hope that I won't face a situation that I can't save."

He patted Anton on the shoulder lightly, "Good luck."

With that said, he walked out with his suitcase.

Anton watched his back silently, stroked his wand, and fell into deep thought.

Sometimes wars in the wizarding world are not because of interests, but because of the sudden whim of a strong man?

So, what do these powerhouses want now?

Anton squinted his eyes and decided not to think of them as high-spirited, but to think of them as crazy, so that it might clear the way instead.

At this moment, the sub-dragon species flew in from the window sill flapping its wings.

As soon as the bird came back, he ran to find Newt's huge rune snake, which made Anton roll his eyes.

Yo, this time I brought back some souvenirs.

I saw a small brown-black snake held in the small claws of the sub-dragon species, and the pink and tender claws were extremely forceful to pinch the small snake by seven inches, making it unable to move with enough strength to fight back.

The subdragon flew to the table, raised its little claws, and lifted the little snake to Anton.

"Oh, gift crab, no, I won't eat it, you can eat it by yourself."

The subdragon pecked at Anton's palm with its pink beak, jumped aside, and played a game of cat and mouse with the little snake.

This snake looked particularly clumsy, without the dexterity of a snake, and couldn't escape the hunting talent hidden in the blood of the sub-dragon species at all.

And I don't know if I have a serious illness, and I look very weak.

Anton stared blankly at this scene, and sighed, "The strong can do whatever they want."

"Fat Bird, what do you think Voldemort's purpose is?"

"You obviously haven't recovered your strength, how dare you come back to Hogwarts at such a weak moment, and come under Dumbledore's eyes."

"This is not last year, there is the Philosopher's Stone, and there is the secret of immortality that Dumbledore doesn't know."

"What are you drawing?"

"Did he know that the Philosopher's Stone hadn't been destroyed?"

The little snake froze, and was caught by the sub-dragon species by its tail and fell over its shoulder. It stuck to the wall and fell slowly.

Anton thought for a while, took out a small bottle of Felix Elixir from the snuff box, and swallowed it down.

That's when a little inspiration is needed.

He took out his wand, held it against his forehead, and kept searching along the memory lines.

Grindelwald...

Oh, he didn't ask much, he just wanted Dumbledore to die first. In this way, he will not get involved, and a smart person like him will definitely not get involved in Dumbledore's death, so as not to cause additional impact on himself. Just prepare for the resurrection ceremony honestly.

Dumbledore...

He should have wanted to kill Voldemort, but ever since Voldemort's Gaunt ring was taken out, Anton knew that these Horcruxes might not be in their original positions.

At least in order to prevent someone like Anton, Voldemort will definitely transfer the crown of the Room of Requirement, and this may have started after the release of the Confusion Curse on the Horcruxes.

Well, Anton remembered that Dumbledore said that he should capture Voldemort's body and destroy the Horcruxes one by one.

It should be the way of operation.

But what about Lockhart?

Lao Deng left such a guy in the principal's position...

Anton suddenly took a deep breath. Could this old bee just want to let the whole world know that Voldemort is still alive through Lockhart's mouth, so that the Order of the Phoenix can be reorganized in a legitimate way, and it will even affect too much. thing.

For example, all the school managers will beg Dumbledore to come back as the principal.

Anton somehow thought of Dumbledore's words, "I care about the position of headmaster now."

"..."

Powerless to complain.

If so, Dumbledore should have appeared by now.

And that Tom Riddle in Voldemort's youth, probably thought that he was already a big man, and planned to go straight to Voldemort's old path?

Because he was too young, hadn't experienced Voldemort's experience for so many years, and was still full of passion?

...

...

"Hahahaha..." Lockhart looked extremely happy watching the owls fly out of the auditorium one after another.

He turned to look at Filch, yes, Voldemort returned to Filch after taking pictures of everyone.

But even with Filch's face, this man looked so different.

Ps: There are pictures.

Lockhart smiled and looked at a middle-aged man with long platinum-blonde instant noodle hair, "Lovegood, I told you once that my handsome and charming smile will definitely be published in your "The Quibbler" of."

Lovegood frowned and looked at his daughter Luna beside him, and sighed, "You are really crazy, Lockhart, you have no idea what you are doing."

"Haha..." Lockhart stood on the podium, looking at everyone with a sneer, "I know what I'm doing!"

He took a deep breath and raised his hands high, "I am welcoming a new era."

"I explained myself to the great Dark Lord about the wonderful world of wizards and Muggles who love each other, and he very much approved of everything I described."

"History will remember this moment."

"History will remember my name."

"And you!" Lockhart supported the rostrum with both hands, looked at the long tables of the four colleges with a sneer, and laughed, "And you..."

"you!"

"Why is it gone!"

All the people at the long tables of the four colleges disappeared in an instant, and the Death Eaters patrolling around were stunned. Tom Riddle turned his head to look at Lockhart, asking him to give an explanation.

Lockhart blushed, "House-elf!"

"They are in the back kitchen of the college. For the convenience of serving dishes, the school back kitchen in the basement of the auditorium has exactly the same long table. I thought it could only be used to move dishes, but I didn't expect wizards to do it too!"

Before he could finish speaking, a curse hit him.

"Cruciate!"

Tom Riddle stared at him coldly, "I'm very disappointed in you."

But at this moment, the door of the auditorium slowly opened, and a wizard with silver hair walked in slowly, holding a long sword studded with jewels in his hand, "I'm very disappointed in you too, Tom."