Saturday, Ministry of Magic, Auror Command Room.

"Brennan Cavendish has been arrested and sent to Azkaban." A clerk who was transferred to help from other offices quickly reported to Sklinger.

"Yes." Sclinger had a tense face and nodded slightly.

"I received your owl letter and asked me to come over and talk, but you seem to be very busy here. I think I can do my best." Anton looked at the map on the wall curiously, with countless dense red dots marked on it.

Sklinger waved his hand and asked the clerk to leave the office and wait for the door to close. Then he looked at Anton, "Prison escape has always happened only in the Ministry of Magic in other countries. Since its establishment, our British Ministry of Magic has never been able to escape from Azkaban. It seems a bit inexperienced to capture fugitives."

"I don't want you to get involved in this matter. I have seriously considered the point of view of your plan to impart knowledge in Azkaban. It is a very good plan." Sklinger held a cigarette in his mouth and did not light it, but just looked at Anton seriously.

"Since that's the case, I don't want you to appear in the arrest, which will hurt those who shout 'Weslai' and will not be conducive to follow-up work."

"The mysterious man was resurrected, Grindelwald disappeared, and the Death Eaters and the Saints were ready to move."

"Now there are debates about the 'muggle squib' everywhere in the world. Many forces have begun to collect the potion materials needed for potions, and countless masters have begun to focus on this area."

"I think these prisoners can provide more help to the Auror office after they are renovated to deal with the bad situation that can be expected next."

Anton's face became strange, "The prisoner has become Auror's subordinate?"

Is this a bad person?

"I'm not discussing the feasibility of this matter with you." Sklinger pointed to the table with his finger and made a sound of Dongdong. "I have discussed this matter in detail with Minister Foggy, and he agrees with this point of view."

"in particular……"

Speaking of this, Sclinger showed a hint of mockery on his face, "The more powerful Minister Fogg was in the international world, the more embarrassing he is now."

Anton raised his eyebrows, "So Minister Fuji signed the order?"

"Haha~", Sclinger couldn't help laughing and pointed Anton with his finger, "It seems that old Ronaldo has really taught you something, this old fox!"

It’s a blame-blaming culture.

According to Old Ronaldo, the officials from the Ministry of Magic have a magical high-level skill - the black gull disappeared inexplicably while swaying around at high speed.

Sclinger's face turned solemn, "Do what you want to do, I'll do mine well, just like that, don't get involved in things that shouldn't be involved."

Anton nodded and pointed to the red dot on the map on the wall, "Is that tracking magic? I found that the red dots move on the map?"

"Contract Magic!"

Sklinger raised a box from under the table and placed it on his desk.

"The Wisengamo's Judgment has contractual magic, and every person who signs and seals will be displayed on the map. After the sentence expires, it will be automatically eliminated."

He spread his hands, "It's not a very useful magic. There are too many ways to avoid this, and it can only be used as a reference."

Anton nodded thoughtfully. It was not too easy for a powerful wizard like Sirius who participated in the production of the "live point map" to deal with this kind of map-like magic.

"I have a lot to do, we'll tell you a long story."

Sklinger knocked on the box in front of him, "There are 3 box magic that can be used in accordance with the program to get you learned. After you finish learning, come and ask me for another one. At that time, I hope you can return the box No. 666 together. At this important moment, I don't want too many box magic to appear outside the Ministry of Magic."

"OK."

Sclinger did not explain the magic in the box, and followed the process to take out confidential documents and sign it for Anton, so he asked Anton to leave first.

When Anton walked to the door and was about to open the office door, Sclinger's voice came from behind.

"I don't think you are suitable to be an Auror, which is why I didn't get you into a regular position."

"You are naturally careless and love freedom, and you cannot accept the rules of Auror."

"And I hope to ensure the purity of the Auror office. Even if you lose your strong combat power, I hope this department will obey orders and operate efficiently."

"So, you'll always be called an Auror intern."

"When you finish teaching the prisoners of Azkaban, I will ask you for merit. You can now start thinking about which department you want to go to. I will give all necessary support as the director of the Auror office."

Anton looked back at him, thought for a while, and nodded seriously, "You are a respectable person, and it is not easy to stick to principles in the Ministry of Magic."

Sclinger was stunned, "I thought you would hate me."

Anton smiled, "I don't hate it, nor do I like it."

“…”

After Anton left, Sclinger sat in the darkness and was silent for a long time, "Don't hate it, nor do you like it? This should be the greatest kindness I have gained in my life. After all, it seems that everyone hates me, haha~"

...

...

The box given by Sclinger was numbered 411, and there was a spell, "The Countercurrent of the Giant Object".

As the name suggests, the effect of the spell can allow a giant object flying towards you to fly back along the flying track.

Abbreviation: Wherever you come from?

Anton returned to the school hut and slumped comfortably on the sofa on the second floor. While reading the book, he suddenly sat up again.

This thing...

Is the Aurors' office collected to deal with Muggles' missiles?

The first half of the book tells the historical background of this curse invention. In ancient times, the Muggles fought, and unfortunately, the castle where the wizards hid was in a war zone.

At that time, the Muggle army transferred more than a dozen scattering aircraft and bombed the castle one after another, which made the wizard's scalp numb.

In that era when the Muggle expulsion spell was not invented, and in that era when the "phantom shift" had not been popularized, even if the wizard mastered a lot of astronomy knowledge, it would be useless.

Later, luckily was not killed, but he also witnessed countless familiar people being smashed into pieces of flesh by huge stones. The wizard learned from his mistakes and invented this spell.

During the subsequent transmission, it was improved several times.

Finally, it fell into the hands of the Ministry of Magic. Auror once experimented with this spell on a Muggle battlefield.

Excellent effect.

But there is also a limitation. When the flying giant object exceeds the threshold of 45.8 tons, this magic is invalid.

This is the result of an extremely powerful wizard helping to optimize. Well, this wizard is Albus Dumbledore.

"No wonder there is one more in the contract magic file this time, and the values ​​in the book cannot be revealed in any way." Anton smacked his lips, "As long as Muggles don't know this value, they dare not throw nuclear bombs into the wizard world easily."

Of course, in addition to being used to defend against missiles, this thing has too many application scenarios.

For example... take a broom and head towards the oncoming plane.

Or to meteorites falling from the sky.

Anton doubted whether the power of this spell could allow the meteorite to fly back to the point in the initial universe.

Well, this is definitely not impossible, after all, he just figured out the bottom logic of magic.

Then, humans generally have an almost approximate instinctive reaction and desire to the damage that comes from flying - go back!

As long as this instinctive emotion can be mobilized and resonated with the human subconscious collection, the absolute effect will be invincible.

Anton groped in thoughtfully with his wand, looking at the fat ball flying in from outside the balcony with an owl in his mouth, and smiled, "The giant thing is going against the current!"

Leave ~

The light of the curse flashed.

Feiqiu flew backwards with a confused look on his face.

“Gagaha…”

"This is so interesting!"

"As long as we make good use of the collective emotions of human beings, we can bring more possibilities to the spell!"

You know, the fat ball that just flew backwards was just a little bit taller and was not considered in the category of "giant things"!

...

"Yeah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah

Feiqiu said he was very injured.

It raised a wing and ate Anton and chirped something. Anton mixed potions and ingredients with apologetic look, and finally put the balls in an exquisite gilded plate, put them in front of it, which made it shut its mouth.

Then, Anton picked up the injured owl.

This was obviously hurt by the wizard's spell, his eyes were closed and it looked very bad.
Chapter completed!