"I told him that I would help him find out when you would put the magic stone into the mirror, and he agreed."

Anton grabbed a chocolate frog and stuffed it into his mouth, then picked up a few piles of cockroaches and stuffed them into his mouth quickly.

A glass of honey lemonade was gently pushed in front of Anton, "Eat slowly."

"Thank you. Gululu." Anton drank the entire glass of honey water in one breath and slumped down on the big back chair, "Comfortable~"

"Chocolate is simply magical. How was this thing discovered by a wizard? It can alleviate the negative effects of magic."

Dumbledore rubbed the ring on his finger, squinted his eyes and said casually, "I don't know about that. I don't know everything."

Anton smiled and grabbed another chocolate frog, "So now we are maintaining a delicate balance again. I am very familiar with this kind of thing and can handle it easily."

"Yeah?"

Dumbledore looked at Anton with a complicated expression, "Have you always lived like this?"

Anton was about to stuff the chocolate frog into his mouth, but stopped when he heard this question and was immediately kicked in the nose by the chocolate frog's retreat.

He thought for a while and sighed, "always."

Yes, it seems that he has always been living in this situation. Shrugging, Anton smiled indifferently, "I'm used to it."

Put the chocolate frog into your mouth and chew it hard.

Then he rubbed his hands and said, "Can you give me a cake or something? I feel a little hungry."

Lao Deng gently clapped his palms, and a stack of pastries with ice cream balls appeared in front of him. He gently piled them up and placed them in front of Anton, "Treacle fruit pie, my favorite, try it."

Anton ate and raised his head again, "So when you plan to put the magic stone in the mirror, remember to tell me. I have to keep my word and tell my good teacher."

He looked at Lao Deng with a smile, "This way he can go in at the time and place you decided. After that it's your business, I can't control it."

Dumbledore shook his head with a complicated expression, "You are only a first-year child, you shouldn't bear so much."

Anton shrugged and continued to deal with the piece of pie.

Harry Potter is not in the first grade, but Lao Deng plans to let this kid face Voldemort, which is simply terrifying.

"Oh, he is different." Dumbledore said with a smile, his glasses full of light.

"!!!" Anton raised his head in surprise.

"Legilimency? Wow, Dumbledore, you are much better than my professor. He can't even see through the first layer of code in my memory."

Dumbledore spread his hands and said, "You are not the only one who learns from goblins."

Right.

Old Deng has many bulls, and he knows everything, including the language of centaurs, the language of mermaids, the language of goblins, the language of snakes...

Obviously, Dumbledore must have communicated with various creatures in his long life.

After eating a whole piece of syrupy fruit pie, Anton patted his belly comfortably.

"Then I'm going to class, Professor Dumbledore."

Dumbledore nodded without saying anything and didn't know what he was thinking.

…

…

Anton's steps were brisk, and as he said himself, as long as he could maintain a delicate balance, he could handle this kind of thing.

Not just Voldemort.

Also includes Dumbledore.

He has long been accustomed to getting along with people who are much stronger than him, and he has his own way of doing things.

Such as Legilimency.

Just now, he had no intention of dressing up and packaging himself.

Open it up, put it completely candidly under Dumbledore's eyes.

Such frankness was also a silent bargaining chip, for which he received good treatment from Dumbledore and Voldemort.

Don't be too familiar with this feeling of dancing on the edge of a knife.

He is not very strong now.

But I have gradually acquired some means to settle down and live in peace.

…

Today is herbal medicine class, and the classroom is in the greenhouse outside the castle.

Walked out of Dumbledore's office, walked slowly down the stone steps step by step, and arrived outside the castle.

Unconsciously, the time has quietly entered November, and the weather has become very cold. Snowflakes began to float above the castle, and the surrounding mountains were gray and covered with ice and snow.

On the way out of the castle to the greenhouse, both Gryffindor and Slytherin were talking about one thing - the Quidditch season.

This is about the ranking in the College Cup.

Anton walked among the crowd and listened to them arguing about which college would win and how good the golfer was, smiling calmly.

He took a gentle breath and watched it turn into a white mist in mid-air.

"But..."

Anton squinted his eyes and turned to look at the castle. He couldn't tell whether he was looking in the direction of Quirrell's office or Dumbledore's office.

"I don't want to be a weakling anymore."

He has been tired of trying every means to survive.

Grieving yourself is not something that can make everything calm down just by getting used to it.

It's already off to a good start.

The goblin's method of organizing memory and the color-changing wind bird that mimics the bionic curse gave him room for negotiation with Voldemort through Dumbledore's influence.

The goblin memory collector's secret skills, open mind, and Voldemort's influence allowed him to gain extra attention from Dumbledore.

Everything enters a very delicate balance.

Even if there is some danger, it is actually enough for him to learn a skill, and learn a skill that can at least stand in front of these two people easily.

"A special soul?"

Anton smiled slightly and had an idea in his mind.

People should be good at using their own advantages. This is a truth that he has long understood.

He hugged the book tightly and strode forward.

…

For ordinary students, Hogwarts is dreamy, wonderful, leisurely and fun.

But for some, the experience of going to school can be compared to a horror game.

For example, Harry, Ron and Hermione walking in front were lowering their heads and whispering, and from time to time they looked carefully at the classmates around them.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Looking at their cautious looks, Anton suddenly felt a sense of intimacy in his heart.

He walked over and gently hugged Ron's neck, "Hey, little cousin, what are you talking about?"

Ron and Harry quickly looked at each other. Harry shook his head nervously, and Ron pursed his lips and nodded.

Hermione rolled her eyes and looked at Anton, "Do you know who Nico Flamel is?"

"Hermione!" Harry and Ron exclaimed at the same time.

"Of course I know." Anton raised the corner of his mouth slightly.

"Nicolas Flamel is a famous person in the wizarding world. Not fewer people know him than Dumbledore."

"!!!"

"!!!"

"!!!"

The three people quickly looked at Anton and asked nervously in unison, "Who is it?"

Anton smiled.

laugh.

Grinning.

Then he smiled very happily.

"Read more books, stupid little cousin, you just ate so many chocolate frogs in vain."

After rubbing Ron's head, Anton laughed loudly.

Wow, I see other people are also worried, I don’t know why I feel so good now, great.

"???" Ron stared at Anton's back with wide eyes, "So he just showed off his knowledge, then mocked us severely, and didn't say anything in the end?"

Hermione looked strange, "He just mocked you!"

Harry nodded.

"Hell!" Ron fixed his hair, "I hate Slytherin!"

Harry sighed helplessly, "Hagrid knew it, but he didn't tell it. Anton knew it, but he didn't tell it either. We have found so many books, and we don't know what to do."

"We have no idea what Snape was trying to steal from the room guarded by the three-headed dog!"

Wow.

A long list trembled in front of him.

Hermione stared at the two useless men, "Listen, I didn't find that many books, just a small half of the list. Let's continue to the library after class!"
Chapter completed!