Chapter 860 I Am Albus Dumbledore!

"You have expanded the lower limit of wizards. I can even guess that at some point in the future, after your theory is popularized, little wizards will graduate from magic schools, at least at the level of master magicians."

"Perhaps at that time, if you want to be a professor in a magic school, you must at least reach Dumbledore's level."

Anton greeted the four of them to the second floor of the old hut, accompanied by the excited conversation of the friends downstairs, Grindelwald narrated these words slowly, his expression filled with emotion.

Professor McGonagall sneered a little tit for tat, "This seems to be a very good thing!"

Grindelwald frowned, "Who knows?"

Dumbledore ignored the two quarreling, but rubbed the weird ring on his finger, leaned against the wall at the stairs, and listened quietly to the discussion downstairs.

Listening, a kind smile appeared on his face.

"Very well, they are all good boys."

Of course, it's also fun.

He imagined himself to be Harry, maybe Professor McGonagall Hermione, and Grindelwald to be Draco.

After all, the quarrels upstairs and downstairs were so synchronized, so synchronized that he really wanted to laugh.

Finally, after Gellert and Minerva finished their argument, he looked up at the two old friends, "Maybe this is indeed a new era, and I think the future really belongs to them, which seems like a good idea." possible."

Maybe Gellert still has some ambitions, eager to do something and guide the world, but Dumbledore is really tired.

in particular……

Ever since Anton bombed and killed Voldemort in front of so many people in New York, the subtle changes in the situation made Dumbledore really annoyed when he faced those fly-by-dog dogs again.

He is really old.

Nicolas once told him that those who have mastered the Philosopher's Stone for making the potion of immortality and distinguishing the laws of human life span should not be calculated based on age.

The whole life should be regarded as one day.

It's ten in the morning and we're steamy and eager to make something happen.

At noon, the sun was shining brightly, and the fog in front of the road dissipated, so we could move forward bravely.

At night, the tired body and mind should go to rest.

And Dumbledore, it's already night.

This is not something that can be changed by drinking some euphoria potion or immortality potion.

Arianna is doing well in the world of the dead. Gellert has been freed from Nurmengard but has no ambitions to move forward. Aberforth, the younger brother, is also looking for a partner, eager to continue the family blood...

The changes that Anton brought to Dumbledore made him feel a lot, and it seemed to have lifted all the burdens on his heart.

Sometimes he even felt that he would go to sleep and never wake up again, with a contented smile on his face.

This time, there is nothing to worry about, nothing to worry about.

At most, while still alive, it would more or less promote the development of some wizards and Muggles, but that was not particularly important.

Dumbledore turned his head to look at Anton, with a warm smile on his face, "I don't think I really agree with the name 'night school', or the cram school, re-employment training class you mentioned."

Anton froze for a moment, and looked at Lu Ping involuntarily. Lu Ping also looked shocked, and shook his head slightly at him.

Dumbledore ignored their slight expressions, and said to himself, "This morning by the Black Lake, Lupine's evaluation of me was incorrect. Anton, I'm actually quite a rebellious person."

As he spoke, he looked at the two gasping children and blinked narrowly.

Good guy, Anton was sure that Old Deng was in the Ministry of Magic at that time, how did he know about the conversation between himself and Lupine by the Black Lake?

Lupine was even more frightened and turned pale. Although he knew that Dumbledore would not mind, he still couldn't help showing an awkward and stiff smile on his face.

"I appreciate change." Dumbledore walked over slowly, found a chair and sat down, twisting his buttocks to find a comfortable position.

"Gellert and Minerva can both prove this to you."

Dumbledore looked at Anton seriously, "I have studied your book "Wizards are Gods" over and over again, and wrote a lot of notes. I think you will be interested."

As he spoke, he raised his wrinkled old arm, stretched it towards the window where several intertwined lights appeared in front of him, and gently pulled out a book and placed it on the table in front of Anton.

It was a very unique spellcasting. Although Dumbledore was sitting more than two meters away from Anton's position, it seemed that the whole space was distorted. He didn't move, but he still stretched his arms naturally and put down the book to Anton's place. beside.

Seeing Anton's surprised face, Old Deng couldn't help but smiled slightly, "Yes, it's your transformation magic of Apparition, because it's too practical, I really like it, so I learned it secretly."

As he said that, he had a strange expression, "Of course, I still remember your words—well, let me fight back. First, I want to hold a wand."

You old bee, you secretly learned my magic, and you still learn my words, and you still have a narrow expression on your face.

Anton pouted.

"I thought this must be a book that could change the fate of many people in magic." Dumbledore said with a smile, pointing to the direction of the discussion downstairs, "but I just heard what you said, and suddenly felt, At this time, not only a small number of people should be allowed to learn."

"Since you are so generous in giving this precious magic knowledge to others and are willing to lead more people to the magic path you study, I think I should also take this change seriously."

Dumbledore turned to look at Professor McGonagall, "I think it is necessary for us to open another college besides the four Hogwarts colleges."

"!!!"

"!!!"

"!!!"

"Merlin's beard!" Professor McGonagall exclaimed, looking at Dumbledore and then at Anton in disbelief, although just before everyone came to the cabin together, they chatted and said that they would re-examine the relationship between Anthony Weasley's identity as a kid doesn't need to be so exaggerated.

It was so exaggerated that it wanted to change the pattern of the four major colleges in Hogwarts for thousands of years, and set up a new college for Anton.

Professor McGonagall consciously wanted to refute that Anton was just a child...

But before the words were spoken, she fell silent, as if, it seemed that it was not impossible.

"Ha~" Grindelwald chuckled lightly, and said jokingly, "I can even imagine the oppressive atmosphere in the Ministry of Magic now, Dumbledore, if you expand another college now, I'm afraid you won't get the support of the school trustees. "

Dumbledore raised his eyebrows, took out a small silver scallop-shaped box from his pocket and opened it, gently grabbed a pile of cockroaches from it and threw it into his mouth, squinting and chewing.

"They'll agree."

"It's hard to say." Grindelwald was not very optimistic.

"Hmm~" Dumbledore smacked his mouth, "Gellert, you were not in the Ministry of Magic, and you didn't see that scene, I think, I learned a lot and realized a lot in that place, so I realized a problem. "

As he spoke, his wrinkled eyelids, which seemed to be aging and loose, seemed to be completely closed at any time, suddenly opened, and the clear pupils were full of sharp light.

"They will follow my advice."

"because……"

"I'm Albus Dumbledore!"

Word by word, loudly, domineering sideways leak!