Chapter 848 People Like You in the World

Anton is not without ambition. Although he looks a little crazy because of studying magic, pondering the power of the mind, and experiencing the Cruciatus Curse tortured by the old wizard, he still thinks he is a normal person.

Normal people have ambitions.

He just understood his own desire, devoted himself to magic, and had nothing in his heart. He was not a ruthless saint.

As he researched all the way from the individual's own spiritual power to the collective spiritual power, and expanded from the integration of potions and spells to the field of ritual magic, he gradually began to touch the field of 'gray magic', and he was more inclined to explore that kind of Large, pan-idiosyncratic magical realm.

This magical field is destined to require more and more people to participate.

What he gained from his trip in New York pointed out the direction for his magic path.

He expanded from the research on the magic effect of a larger range of individuals to the collective magic effect of a larger range of individuals.

Along the way, he looked up at the starry sky and imagined the wonderful world of the future of mankind, a wonderful world combining wizard magic and Muggle technology.

The future is too far away, and Anton is too lazy.

He hopes to enhance the strength of more people through the cram school, so that these people can accept the benefits of his research results to influence and change the world.

He also hoped that maybe a super-large magic could be used to awaken the magic power of the Muggles in the whole world, which didn't seem like an unrealistic fantasy.

As long as he continued to explore the realm of gray magic, he firmly believed that it would be possible.

And the idea of ​​the "Top 100 Competition" is for these preparations.

He could almost clearly foresee the scene where those students who passed his training violently beat other children of the same age. After the game, his cram school, his book "Wizards are Gods", and the textbooks of various subjects sorted out in their hut will become things that everyone desires.

Expanding influence, this is his original intention.

At the same time, with so many elites of the new generation participating and participating in the competition, maybe he can figure out something from this "collective consciousness environment" again.

See, that's what he thinks.

Very simple, very pure.

Fudge might really understand him.

After some simple thinking, the minister of the Ministry of Magic immediately asked the house-elf to find Umbridge and asked her to issue a notice that regardless of whether there is a holiday tomorrow weekend, people from the main departments of each department will participate in a meeting .

The top 100 competition, this title is really exhausted, and Fudge is keenly aware of how much this matter will affect him.

There is simply too much room for manipulation.

Sure enough, it's really not wrong to hang out with Anton, Dumbledore would not have played with him back then.

After that, Fudge invited Anton to stay at his home tonight.

Anton originally wanted to refuse, his own home was in London, and an apparition would arrive home soon, and he didn't want to live in this old man's house at all.

"Although I come from an ordinary pure-blooded family, I don't have a very good family background, but believe me, I have been the Minister of Magic for so long, and I have brought home a lot of confidential magic materials. I think you will be interested in reading them. of."

"this……"

"I am honored!"

Ouch, it smells so good!

Minister Fudge's home is an exquisite and luxurious estate outside London.

He first brought Anton to the house, and introduced his parents, wife, children, and grandchildren to Anton. Everyone had a lively meal, and then took Anton to a corner of the manor surrounded by trees. In some quiet little houses.

Pushing open some ordinary wooden doors, throwing the wizard hat on the table casually, Fudge beckoned Anton to sit down, and the old house elf named 'Rye Field' hurriedly made tea for them.

"The environment here is good." Anton sat on a moderately soft wicker chair, looked up from the huge window, the sun was setting, the water flowed around the hills and trees, and there was a breeze blowing the fragrance of flowers from time to time Come.

Fudge just smiled faintly at this.

He tore off his tie, no longer looked as delicate as he was in the Ministry of Magic, and slumped lazily on another wicker chair, looking out the window with a little blurred eyes.

"Actually, I don't think the scenery outside the window is so good."

"Our Fudge family used to live in Wales. My father was a hunter, and my mother has a pair of skillful hands for making exquisite leather. Although the family lived in poverty, they were quite happy."

Fudge waved a hand, "My uncle took over my grandfather's business, oh, it's a business, but it's actually just reselling some daily necessities in several nearby wizarding villages."

Then, he turned his head and said in a tone of telling you secretly, "This kind of business can't actually make money at all. He can become a rich man and bring the whole family out of that poor valley because he secretly Go buy Muggle food, clothes and daily necessities, and provide them to wizards to earn high profits."

"It's fun. I, who gained social status from breaking the "Secrecy Act", have become the biggest enforcer and supporter of the "Secrecy Act" in this land."

Fudge chuckled, "The scenery of my hometown is very beautiful, you know, as long as there are few traces of human activities, the scenery will not be bad, and it is more natural than the man-made ones outside."

"Uncle is an outstanding businessman, well-known in England, and later even ran a farm for magical animals."

"He taught me a lot, how to socialize, how to obtain benefits, how to measure gains and losses, how to exploit, how to figure out some loopholes in regulations..."

"He discovered my traits, greed and political acumen very early on, and funded me to start my own influence when I was studying in the magic school, and funded me until I entered the Ministry of Magic."

Fudge pursed his lips, "I didn't treat him badly, and I tried my best to help him obtain the permission to breed unicorns. You are so good at potions, you should know that although unicorns are widely praised for their holiness in the wizarding world , but wizards are too fond of using unicorn horns and tail hairs."

scoff~

He let out an incomprehensible laugh, "Greedy and tired, this is my state, I actually don't like socializing so much, but greed drives me to socialize, to seek profit, which makes me feel physically and mentally healthy." tired."

"Fortunately, I met Dumbledore and the timing of the downfall of the mysterious man."

"It's very lucky that I met you again."

"I have never brought guests to this place. In fact, my family members seldom come here. This place is equivalent to a place where I usually relax my mind. It always makes me weaker, more talkative, and easier for people to see through myself."

In fact, without Fudge telling, Anton himself could figure out what kind of person he was.

Just kidding, he specializes in thinking about the mind.

Looking at Fudge's reflection in the "Lake of the Soul", Anton just smiled and didn't interrupt, listening to Fudge's whispers, drinking the warm scented tea sent by the house elf.

Quietly enjoy the breeze blowing from the mountains to the window sill.

Fudge is a somewhat weak person, that's okay, many people have their own spiritual flaws, no one is perfect.

This is an ordinary person who aspires to achieve something, but just because of luck, he went to the position of Minister of Magic.

That's all.

"Actually, I'm just lucky, really lucky."

Fudge found a bottle of wine from the shelf, asked Anton if he would drink it, poured a glass, and continued to talk about himself.

"Dumbledore is really bad. He doesn't care about those subordinates who help him. I even wonder if his heart is dead. He is almost indifferent to most things, very indifferent."

Fudge took a sip of his wine and shook his head, "Sirius was imprisoned in Azkaban, even if he asks a few more questions, it won't make this powerful soldier of the Order of the Phoenix wronged for so long!"

"Lupine is wandering, and Mad-Eye has made so many contributions to defeating the You-Know-Who's forces, but he can only retire instead of becoming the director of the Auror Office."

"Of course, I don't care about these. I just think that his best choice should be Arthur Weasley, not mine."

Anton froze for a moment, then turned to look at him, "Arthur?"

Fudge nodded, "Is it hard to understand? First of all, he was born noble, and he had great advantages in the political environment at that time."

"He is the patriarch of the Weasley family, one of the sacred twenty-eight pure-blood families, and his wife is Molly Prewett. Weasley is the last heir of the Prewett family of the sacred twenty-eight pure-blood families , possesses terrifyingly rich political resources.”

"In terms of background, I am afraid that only Lucius Malfoy and old Batty can compete with him, but at that time Lucius was deeply suspected of being a Death Eater, and old Batty was even exposed The son is a Death Eater, the last person to compete with him."

"In terms of the situation, the mysterious man has just fallen, and those fighters who contributed a lot to that tragic war should have received a very high honor. If Arthur became the Minister of Magic at that time, the voice of opposition would be the least."

"The most amazing thing is that Arthur himself is close to Muggles, and he can continue Dumbledore's more ideas in terms of policy."

Fudge shrugged, "I don't know why Dumbledore chose me, maybe he has a selfless attitude, or his habit of being harsh and indifferent to his opponents, who knows."

"Anyway, that's how I got a big deal."

"Last time in the Wizengamot courtroom, the mysterious man took the initiative to walk in front of the public, and I bravely stood in front of you. Such a move finally saved the position of Minister. But in fact, I know that I am betting, Arthur is the one who sincerely stands up and intends to fight against the mysterious man."

Anton pursed his lips, and looked out the window quietly, "Why are you telling me this?"

Fudge's plump body, which was slumped on the wicker chair, moved and changed to a more comfortable position, "I know, Arthur is your real uncle, he must make you feel closer than me."

"But if he becomes the Minister of Magic, he will only be loyal to Dumbledore, and he won't be able to help you much."

"Elders, sometimes they like to be harsh on their own children, a kind of inexplicable shame."

"I think I'm the most suitable partner for you."

"Of course, you can choose other collaborators, but I have no way out."

"When I stand on your side with a clear-cut banner, whether it is Dumbledore, Grindelwald, or the mysterious man, they will not accept me anymore. If I lose you as a collaborator, all I have to wait for is a sad exit .”

"It's even worse. It's normal for abandoned children to be liquidated. The manor you just saw, my uncle's unicorn farm, will be divided up by others. I know it too well."

"Telling you this is not to kidnap you morally, ha, I can't do that either."

"I just want you to know that I can't betray you, I'm already bound to you."

"Of course, I don't regret such a choice."

"I can't stand Dumbledore's superior eyes and attitude, as if he was looking at an ant that could be crushed to death at any time, a stinking residue."

"I am a human being. I long for equal treatment. I long for spiritual freedom and dignity. This will make me feel that everything I strive for has meaning, instead of being someone's dog."

"I'm very glad, Anton, that you really treat me with an equal attitude."

"There are really not many people like you in the world, Anton, you are a charming person."

This description...

Anton had heard it once from the mouth of the old wizard Fiennes.

For this, he just smiled slightly. Fudge's attitude was very clear. Dumbledore was not a good boss for him. He hoped to find a partner, and someone like Anton was just right.

And for Anton, Fudge really seems to be the most suitable.

In today's wizarding world, except for the new generation, most of the wizards who can get ahead have their own factions and biases. It is indeed lucky for him to meet someone like Fudge, isn't it?

"The Top 100 Tournament is an opportunity, and I want to seize it fiercely, Anton, maybe this is quite an exciting game for you, but it is unique in the history of wizards, and it also has a great impact. "

Fudge's slack gaze gradually condensed, and his cloudy eyes became sharper, "It just fits this era, Anton, this is a great sign, do you know that?"

"A symbol of wizarding globalization!"

Anton beckoned, "Oh, oh, stop, Minister Fudge, you can tell others about these things at the meeting tomorrow, I'm not very interested."

Fudge shrugged. "Okay, but I'd rather you call me by my first name, Connelly."

Are you close? Anton smiled slightly, "Well, Connelly, I think in the era of globalization of wizards and the era of competition between wizards and Muggles, you should consider improving your poor magic power. I really doubt you Will one day be killed by a killing curse or a bullet."

Fudge's originally excited expression suddenly froze.

"Um, this..."

For a scumbag like him, and a scumbag who has long since abandoned magic after working for many years, wanting to improve his strength is simply a dream.

Anton sighed, "You should have the ability to protect yourself, right?"

"Yes!" Fudge looked at Anton in astonishment, "Have you forgotten? You prepared a self-protection magic for me before, transforming into a great white bear with antlers!" (Chapter 466)

Anton blinked, quickly recalled the memory, and sure enough, there really was.

"Although the Antler Pyrenees is powerful, this deformation will tear the clothes. I hardly ever use it."

"I would even consider becoming a werewolf. Remember, at Hogwarts, you helped me master the werewolf Animagus, and I gave you that centuries-old mandrake that day."

Anton rubbed his chin, looked Fudge up and down, and shook his head, "Not enough, the protective ability of Body Transfiguration is not enough at all."

"Maybe we can take advantage of the long-suppressed insecurities in your heart..."

"Yes, you should be able to easily mobilize great emotional power in this regard, as long as you recall the feeling in front of Professor Dumbledore, quack quack..."

"I invented a magic called 'Bone Shield Curse', maybe you can learn it, and relying on this complex feeling of insecurity, the effect should be good."

"Are you interested in learning? I'll teach you."

Fudge looked at Anton with some excitement, "I...can I learn?"

To be honest, his talent itself is not good enough, he has been obsessed with calculations for most of his life, and magic has long been taught in the school.

Anton just raised his eyebrows, "Wizards are learning magic, and magic is also choosing wizards."

Judging from Anton's magic theory "Wizards are Gods", as long as a wizard finds the magic that suits him, he can explode extremely powerful. And this kind of fit should be excavated from the soul, to explore the memories, emotions, will, etc. of the past life, but to choose the most suitable magic for oneself.

Of course, in practical application, whether this is also the case for people with relatively poor talents, this needs to be studied carefully.

No, there is one in research.

Anton began to explain the spell-casting principle and various techniques of this spell with great interest.

When it comes to magic, it's much more interesting than Fudge's past and ambitions.

In an instant, Anton was no longer sleepy.