Chapter 92 I'm Still a Child

Anton ate and ate, sighed, forget it, no one like Dumbledore can fool you.

Since he doesn't want to express his opinion, so be it.

But one thing, since Lao Deng knew, it also meant that his life was not in danger, which made him breathe a sigh of relief.

He leaned forward, leaned his upper body on the desk, and asked in a low voice, "You said this kind of magic spell of real name induction, if I go to the Muggle world and spend money to hire a lot of writers to write stories, put his name If you write it in, you can use it as a villain or a protagonist.”

"As long as even one of them becomes a bestseller, you say that at least hundreds of thousands or even millions of people are reading his name, will he be driven crazy?"

Dumbledore looked at him in surprise, with a strange expression on his face.

Anton shrugged, "My uncle, Lupine, he is rich now, enough to support a large number of writers, just need the naming rights of a character, it can be done."

"A very ingenious idea." Dumbledore smiled slightly, "But it doesn't work, it touches the sensitive nerves of the Ministry of Magic, and they will definitely find a way to deal with those who dare to do so."

As he said that, his face became serious, "We know that this is an arduous battle, and the smoke of gunpowder cannot be allowed to permeate the Muggle world. They don't have much resistance against wizards!"

"Anthony." Dumbledore put his hands on the table and looked at him gently, "I talked to Fiennes once, obviously he has brought some bad influence on you, but I can feel that your essence is not good enough. Bad."

"!!!" Anton was startled, "Have you talked to my teacher?"

Dumbledore nodded with a smile, "He is a very unique wizard. I have never thought of being able to retain human will in a ghost state."

"Talking about what happened during his lifetime, he regretted it very much. Please ask me to go to his Gringotts vault to take out the inheritance and help him compensate those who have been hurt by him."

Anton took a breath, "He still has an inheritance?"

Is this still my dear teacher, boy, who still keeps this hand.

We've been together for two years.

Fiennes, I didn't expect you to be such a person!

"I went to find Lupine again. He is indeed living a good life now, and he is also working hard to help other werewolves." Dumbledore looked at Anton with a smile, "There is also Pedro, the wise man of the goblin family. With the help of Andre Rozier, we are looking for major factories to discuss the improvement of goblin workers."

"Obviously, under your influence, many people have gone on the right path."

! ! !

You even secretly engaged in home visits?

Or are you hiding it from me, a kid who doesn't know anything?

Anton was shocked again.

He grabbed a cockroach and threw it into his mouth, but this time he was a little tasteless and his head was a mess.

"So I had an incredible conjecture." Dumbledore also grabbed a pile of cockroaches, and the crescent glasses were full of light, "Maybe..."

He spread his hands to show that you understand.

"He can get better under your influence."

Anton took a deep breath suddenly and was extremely shocked, "You think too highly of me, don't you?"

"I'm still a child!"

He gestured with his fingers, "Eleven years old!"

Can't understand Dumbledore's brain circuit at all!

Old Deng smiled and ate the pile of cockroaches, drank honey and lemonade, and then said quietly, "In my eyes, he is just a child. This is my problem. I was busy with other things back then, so I didn't have time to care about it His inner feelings."

"He's clearly getting paranoid on some issues."

some?

Dumbledore, you have a problem with this adjective.

Anton opened his mouth, not knowing what to say. A pile of cockroaches crawled out of his mouth, and he quickly stuffed it back.

Shocked me for ten thousand years.

"There are some people." Dumbledore's eyes were full of inexplicable emotions, "They always feel eager to change the world, but they don't know that this is no longer the era of wizards. Wizards have never been the mainstream of human beings. Not so much after the witch hunt."

"Muggles and wizards maintain a delicate balance, and the Ministry of Magic and the International Confederation of Wizards have made great efforts to achieve this."

"In addition to the dwindling number of pure-blood families, the source of wizards is increasingly coming from half-blood or Muggle families."

Dumbledore said this with seriousness on his face.

"Many of their parents and relatives were Muggles!"

"Most people have not noticed that half-blood and Muggle-born wizards have quietly occupied the vast majority of the wizarding world. Blindly guiding the hatred of Muggles, and even intending to enslave Muggles, will destroy the already fragile wizards. The biggest tear in the world."

He grabbed a handful of candy from an oversized gold cup on his desk and scattered it on the table.

Then gently flip a small part of it to the side.

"Wizards who have nothing to do with the Muggle world."

Then he pointed to most of the candies, "the largest group of people, they have a constant relationship with Muggle society, love, friendship, and everything."

"That's why they failed."

Anton nodded in agreement, fascinated by what he heard.

This was an angle he had never heard before. As the chairman of the International Union of Wizards and the chief wizard of the Wizengamot, the person in front of him definitely had a vision that ordinary wizards did not have.

He also thought of Harry Potter, a child of such a pure-blood family who also had Muggle relatives.

"He can't feel love anymore, he only has hatred for me, and it's impossible for him to listen to the principles of love and peace from an old man like me." Dumbledore was a little helpless, "It's interesting that he has always longed to become a black magician. The defense professor now has another student."

Anton swallowed, "It's really impossible for me to influence him!"

"Adults' worldview has been fixed for a long time. No matter how reasonable we say it, we can't change anyone's mind."

Dumbledore just smiled, and his slender, old fingers tapped lightly on the bracelet on Anton's wrist.

The bracelet came alive.

This mithril-like small charmander circled on the wrist, and finally completely submerged into the wrist, turning into a dragon-shaped tattoo.

"He can't hurt you, Anthony, go ahead and try."

I'm still just a kid.

Your idea is too outrageous!

Anton still wanted to struggle, it was not a matter of whether he agreed or not, but a matter of whether Dumbledore had such dangerous thoughts.

He looked at Dumbledore seriously, "Professor Quirrell is going to let me die!"

Dumbledore's half-moon glasses flashed a stream of light, and he just smiled slightly, "He can't kill anyone at my school!"

The tone is light, but full of strong self-confidence.

Anton twitched the corners of his mouth, expressing that he had been comforted.

His heart moved, he touched his wrist, feeling a little disappointed, "I don't have any good means to face Quirrell now except for the Iron Armor Curse."