Chapter 681 I Will Never Treat Anyone Who Is Willing to Follow Me Badly

"Sirius..." Harry Potter looked a little frustrated, "We have learned a lot of dark magic, are we going to become evil dark wizards?"

The three of Harry didn't have a night tour today. In fact, they had no interest in 'adventuring' for several days.

Hermione seemed to have lost her usual shrewdness, she had been in a trance for several days in a row, and Harry could always see an inexplicable 'adult-like' complex emotion on her young face.

Ron was always hesitant to speak, he was not talented in spells, and he hadn't learned much from that evil Grindelwald, but at this moment, he didn't know how to chat with Harry.

The little friends struggled for a few days, and finally discussed it during dinner, planning to ask an adult to ask.

Harry proposed to find Professor Dumbledore, the 'greatest wizard of this century'. This wise old man should be able to guide their lives.

It's just that Hermione doesn't seem to want everyone to go to Dumbledore, she can always find countless reasons to convince them.

It was Ron's suggestion to find Sirius.

After all, this is not only the professor of the school, but also Harry's godfather. He will definitely not expel them from the school just because they studied with Grindelwald and learned so much black magic.

Sirius smiled very gently. This mature old man seemed to have experienced a lot, and he had a stable charm that ordinary people did not have.

He made the three little ones sit down, made them each a cup of hot cocoa, watched them drink it, and then satisfactorily controlled the temperature of the flame in the fireplace to rise.

"It's not that you have learned black magic, you are a dark wizard." Sirius was wearing a brown suede jacket with a bit of a hippie style, with his hands folded over his chest, and a gentle smile on his handsome face.

Seeing the little wizards looking at him, he spread his hands, "Black magic will erode the wizard's mind, making the wizard crazy, cold-blooded, paranoid..."

"But not every black magic is like this, for example, the ones I have taught you before, including the attack spell 'Incisor Game Stick' that you little wizards like to use, or the one I taught you before. Explosive spell."

The corner of his mouth twitched slightly, and this handsome old man showed a helpless smile, "However, teaching everyone the Explosion Curse in advance aroused everyone's interest immediately, but it seems that no one has learned it. Not so suitable for you."

"So……"

He stared at the figures of the three little ones, "Tell me, what kind of black magic have you learned? Who did you learn from?"

"It's Grindelwald!" Harry said a little excitedly, his eyes full of complexity, "We didn't know he was Grindelwald before, and we learned from him for a long time!"

"Oh? Grindelwald?" Sirius raised his eyebrows.

Hermione frowned, and didn't really like Harry telling Sirius the name of Grindelwald directly. Although this was his godfather, Grindelwald's reputation in the history of magic...

She just felt that speaking out might complicate things.

However, she didn't know why, but she added impulsively.

"He used to be locked up in the cellar of Anton's hut. We only got in touch with him when Anton gave us the hut. It was just the beginning of school at that time, and it has been more than half a year now."

Sirius narrowed his eyes, "Then this Grindelwald is still in the basement of the hut next to the Black Lake, right?"

Harry shook his head in a daze, "He seems to have left school."

"..." Sirius blinked, rubbed his fingers, thought for a while, and asked again, "Did he say anything in the end?"

Harry was silent for a while, his face was tangled, and finally he slumped on the sofa weakly, and said a little dullly, "He asked us to continue practicing the magic he taught, and said that when the school year is coming to an end, he will come back to the school to give us a lecture. A final exam."

Ron also said beside him, "He is too unscrupulous, we decided to tell Professor Dumbledore when the time comes, and catch him when he comes to school!"

"That's it..."

Sirius smiled slightly and nodded, seeing the three little guys looking depressed, he couldn't help but clapped his hands, motioning them to look over.

"I'll help you then."

Seeing Harry's eyes light up, he couldn't help but smile, "Harry, remember, I'm your godfather, you can come to me if you have any trouble."

"Now, let's find out what black magic he has taught you..."

The three little ones didn't know the names of the spells they had learned. They talked about the spells they learned, and began to describe the effects of those spells.

And this time,

Neither Sirius nor Harry, Ron, or Hermione noticed...

On the window not far from them, two heads were raised slowly, and the two pairs of eyes were wide open, watching them carefully.

It was Anton and Dumbledore.

The colorful swirls and blue pupils in the eye sockets slowly disappeared. Anton blinked his glasses, his eyes became normal again, and he turned his head to give Dumbledore a puzzled expression.

Dumbledore shrugged, patted Anton on the shoulder, and motioned to leave here.

"I think you have already found the answer, so why ask me to confirm?" Lao Deng took a deep breath.

"It's Sirius." Anton stroked his chin. "When I was imprisoned in Azkaban, I explored the souls of these prisoners. Sirius is the most unique."

Speaking of this, Anton admired, "Although he was tortured by the dementors, his soul was cracked, but he was not distorted like those Death Eaters. Obviously, no matter how crazy he was at that time, he still had a love for beauty and harmony in his heart." The light is full of yearning. If it weren't for the tendency to self-destruct at that time, such a mind would not even be permanently damaged by the dementor torture, and would quickly recover itself."

Dumbledore listened to Anton's description with a complicated expression, pursed his lips, and did not speak.

"But……"

Anton smacked his lips, "There are still three doubts."

"First of all, I was in the cell in Azkaban, but I gave him a magic wand, which was also the key to him escaping from the Aurors. And it was I who found out that he was captured in the laboratory and told you that he That’s why he was rescued. There’s no reason why a proud man like him wouldn’t come to me to express his thanks after entering the school.”

Dumbledore stopped and shook his head, "It's not surprising, you've said it all, he has a proud personality. After being captured by the saints and sent to the Potter family for experiments, I think he is indeed I don't know how to face you."

"That's true."

"Also, he just added a potion similar to Veritaserum to Harry's hot cocoa."

Anton raised his eyebrows, "Aren't you going to do something?"

Dumbledore chuckled, "That potion is called 'Bluntness', and it has the effect of calming and tranquilizing. Ancient pure-blood families often use this potion to deal with some naughty children. Well, this kind of education method is indeed a bit rough , I don’t think this way is appropriate, it’s as bad as secretly reading a child’s diary. But I guess Sirius is used to this kind of behavior, and he doesn’t think it’s hurting Harry and the others.”

"There is still one!"

Anton squinted his eyes, "There are a lot of white fresh on the shelf in his office. There is too much stockpiling of this kind of medicine for treating trauma. I heard people say that Barty Crouch Jr. fought with his father One leg was almost bitten off."

Dumbledore still shook his head, "He's really not Barty Jr. I'm familiar with my students, especially now that I'm specially observing the situation, it's impossible for me to admit my mistake."

"As for the so-called Bai Xian..."

"Sirius' teaching method seems to be more focused on actual combat. From the 'Explosion Curse' he taught at the beginning to the courses these days, I think he also has some concerns about the current status of the wizarding world."

"Okay." Anton looked back at the office of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class unwillingly, and licked his mouth, "But I still have a hunch that this Sirius is a little different."

"He has gone through too much, and now he has finally regained his reputation and freedom, but Peter Pettigrew, his enemy, went to Azkaban with Tom, and there are so many more Muggles in the family..." Dumbledore said faintly Sighing, "I already owe him too much, if I could give him more trust back then..."

"Indeed!" Anton chuckled at Old Deng, "You really don't care enough for your subordinates, they will work hard for you anyway!"

"You just feel that you have given everything for the wizarding world, and you feel that other people's contributions are also justified, but you have never thought about helping."

"It's really bad luck for Lupine and the others to follow you."

Dumbledore couldn't help but glared at Anton, "You too, what about those dark wizards who came back from the North Pole? Didn't you also throw it in your office training center and never take care of it again! You have no right to call me cold-blooded , you are more cold-blooded!"

"No, no, no, I'm studying textbooks, and I'll teach them magic after a while. I just need some time..." Anton chuckled, "I never treat anyone who is willing to follow me badly."

"Teaching materials?"

"Of course, I plan to open an adult night school, give those dark wizards, battle witches, Muggle squibs, give them a chance."

Dumbledore became interested, "Mind if I take a look?"

"Of course I don't mind, but I'll share it with my hut partners first. I'll come back tomorrow and take it to your office. Can you help me refer to it?"

Dumbledore suddenly began to shriek, "I'm an old man who has dedicated my whole life to education. In this regard, I think I still have a lot to teach you."

"Hey, that's good."

"!!!" Dumbledore stopped suddenly, and slowly turned his head to look at Anton. "The language contains emotions, which releases undetectable magic."

"Anton, this is the spiritual magic I taught you. You actually learned it and then used it on me, a centenarian who stepped into the grave?"

"You were supposed to bring it here and beg me to take a look at it for you, but now it's me begging you to take a look?"

Anton blinked and looked out the window, "Oh, Merlin's beard, it's already so late, I have to go to bed quickly, Professor Dumbledore, good night!"

After speaking, he ran away.

In the air, there was a faint burst of hearty laughter, "Quack quack ~~"