Chapter 855: A Silent Game (Part 1)

Lupine came here this time, not only to inoculate what happened next, but also to express his opinion, but in the final analysis, Anton did not completely stand on the opposite side of Dumbledore like Grindelwald.

All because of Pedro's appearance and the proposal of the "Top 100 Competition", there are some signs of it.

As for whether Dumbledore will completely blow out this trend, or just intend to suppress it with restrictions, it depends on what Dumbledore does.

Of course, it also depends on what Anton does.

Dumbledore's will has great influence in the magical world, and Anton's right to speak seems to have become stronger unconsciously.

It even reached a certain peak in New York. Maybe it was because the scene of killing Voldemort in front of so many people around the world was too shocking, or maybe it was because the event retrospective magic he casted on "Traces of Time" was too magical.

"I don't know whether he will completely oppose it, or plan to make slight adjustments to bring everything into a controllable range."

Lupine analyzed, "But there is one thing I don't think I can guess wrong."

Anton looked at him curiously, "What?"

"Cornel Fudge!" Lupine raised his eyebrows at Anton, "He is going to be in trouble, Dumbledore is not willing to let this kind of politician who has no bottom line, is good at calculating, and does nothing, through You bring momentum to change in the world and gain more influence."

"At that time, Dumbledore always thought that Voldemort would return again, but he was just not sure when, so Fudge was lucky enough to become the Minister of Magic, so he didn't object because he hated it." Lupine's expression became weird, "That's It's an attitude towards consumables, but unfortunately Fudge is used to politics, thinking that this is a side, and he thinks he is Dumbledore's subordinate."

"His luck seems to be good. Dumbledore probably didn't expect Voldemort to pull his hips like this, making him wait for more than ten years before reappearing, and he still looked half dead."

"Can you still look at it like this?" Anton was surprised, and almost laughed out loud. It was so funny. If Fudge knew this, I don't know if he would cry.

Of course, it was impossible for him to tell Fudge about Lupine and his whispers.

Relatives are different. On the one hand, there are family members who can confide in each other, and on the other hand, collaborators who exchange benefits. There is no way to compare.

"I guess you have a good sense of him, but you must pay attention to this. When he is not comfortable working under Dumbledore's men, he will jump to your side. When he feels that you are blocking his sky one day, Make him feel suffocated, and he'll jump on the other side as well."

"A person like him always focuses on his own interests."

Lupine pointed Anton carefully, "Be careful with Fudge! The adult world is complicated!"

"Oh, there's nothing to worry about." Anton chuckled. Seeing a look of worry on Lupine's face, he couldn't help raising his eyebrows. He approached him and whispered, "I'm different from Dumbledore."

"I will kill!"

Lupine was taken aback for a moment, blinked, and couldn't help but look weird, "Oh, Anton, if you say that, I'm going to worry about Fudge."

"Quack quack..."

Anton never considers himself a good person, he just retains some goodwill towards the world, but he really doesn't mind raising the butcher's knife.

He doesn't consider himself a saint, and he doesn't intend to lead the world to such a situation, but he also consciously disseminates his research results, provides support for those who want to make achievements, and gives others more possibilities.

Lupine described Dumbledore as an ordinary person who has more than enough energy in some areas, and Anton is the same.

In the final analysis, he has become the kind of person he aspired to be in his previous life, doing what he likes to do, and being deeply obsessed with it, not bothered by mundane things, detached, lying flat and hardworking.

Live the life you want to live, be happy.

He is not obsessed with power, status, fame, or even benefits.

Then, why did he go to the opposite of Dumbledore and fight him to death for things that he didn't care about.

Of course, if it's just tit for tat fun...

quack quack ~

Such a fun thing, of course we have to have a good time.

Anton happily followed Lupin to the Ministry of Magic amidst Lupine's bewildered expression.

Although Lu Ping has a lot of experience in his life, he is still somewhat unpredictable with his strange character.

Not to mention Fudge.

On the tenth basement level of the Ministry of Magic building, there are ten courtrooms, which are sometimes used as venues for large conferences on more serious subjects. The layout here has always been stone steps surrounded by circles, stacked one on top of the other, and there is only a raised platform on the side of the judgment stand.

When Fudge saw Anton's arrival, it was as if he saw a savior, and his depressed and depressed face instantly burst into laughter.

The kind you can't hold back.

Lupine glanced at Fudge from a distance, curled his lips, and shook his head, wanting to say, you are too happy too soon.

Fudge obviously doesn't think so.

Dumbledore sat in a corner with his eyes closed and meditated, and learned about the situation from Mrs. Greselda Marchban who presided over the meeting. Anton puffed up his chest and raised his head, smiling like a dick Like a fool, he looked at the wizards sitting on the stone steps around him, "That's right, I proposed the Top 100 Tournament."

"What, is there a problem?"

"I have!" Scrimgeour, the director of the Auror office, stood up, staring at Anton with eagle-like eyes, "We all know that the Triwizard Tournament has always been a friendly competition between the three major European schools. , but because so many people died in each match, it was not held for centuries."

"I want to ask Director Weasley, how many people will die in the Top 100 Tournament with so many participants from schools?"

"I have a problem too!" Old Batty, the director of the Department of International Magical Cooperation, also stood up, "I think you should know that the current situation is changing so quickly, and Muggles have become extremely nervous because of things in New York. The large-scale gathering is destined to attract wizard elites from all over the world to come here."

"I want to ask Director Weasley, if a nuclear bomb explodes on the playing field at this time, will wizard history be completely over?"

"I also object!" The director of the Department of Magical Sports and Sports is a burly middle-aged wizard with a moustache. He frowned with a very rude expression on his face. You simply don't have the qualifications to compete with the three major magic schools in Europe!"

"This is a matter of principle. If we win, it's okay. If we lose, we will be robbed of the right to speak. This is the most serious thing! Our Ministry of Magic will become very passive in doing things in the future, not just the school Winning or losing the game is as simple as that!"

It wasn't just the heads of these departments who asked questions, the entire conference hall was full of voices of accountability, and more than a dozen people were talking at the same time, making it a mess.

The crowd is excited.

"This is too bad!" Anton heard Fudge whispering beside him, "They didn't object at all just now, it was Dumbledore, Dumbledore came, and then raised objections, these people Like crazy, started asking all kinds of questions."

Fudge looked at Dumbledore with his eyes closed on the opposite stone steps with a pale face, only feeling a sense of powerlessness welling up in his heart, he leaned on the stone steps behind and gasped for breath, like a dying fish.

What is invisible influence, this is called influence.

When the greatest wizard of this century intends to be serious and show a tough attitude, everyone must stand up and express some attitude no matter what they usually think.

Well, things get complicated.

Sometimes it's not enough to follow the rules. Everyone's words are so high-sounding and righteous, but their hearts are full of small thoughts of calculating interests.

Disgusting, disgusting as hell.