The Grey Wizard of Hogwarts

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"A vast and boundless forest," Lupin continued, about the world behind the stone door of the Hufflepuff Chamber.

"You're going to be some kind of animal and live in it for a year. Oh, don't worry about your studies, you can think of it as a long dream, and you'll wake up and you'll just have a great night."

"The crux of this is that..."

Lupin pointed at himself with a taiko, his soft and magnetic voice, but with a motherly firmness, "Remember ourselves!"

"This is also the secret to practicing Animagus. Now that you have learned this spell, you should know the risks of this high-end Transfiguration."

"Lost yourself and you will be swallowed by magic."

"!!!" Anton instantly thought of Lockhart.

"For example, you will become a fire snake, then you will feel the beauty of fire, this is Hufflepuff's guide to understanding the magic of nature, but if you get lost, you will completely become a fire snake ."

"It's impossible!" Pedro exclaimed, "I've never seen anyone with the ability to completely turn people into magical animals, except the Vorkanova witch!"

"Of course not, God, can't you understand this adjective?" Lupin glanced at Pedro helplessly, "Describe!"

"Speaking of which, Witch Volkanova said that the human soul has one side of everything in the world, but it lacks the magic spell and powerful magic to turn it around. Maybe Hufflepuff has also reached this point." Lupin fell into contemplation.

"It's very possible." Rozier poured himself a glass of red wine and took a sip. "The four wizards who founded Hogwarts are extremely powerful."

At this time, Anton also interjected, "According to your magic theory just now, I think that if there is such a reversed spell, the simple spell in front may be a dislocation soul spell."

The first spell that Anton taught himself was to turn the tortoise over.

He thought about Lockhart's appearance, and suddenly his eyes lit up, "Maybe this flipping effect is not reflected in the body, but in the soul."

Oh, open the mind, Anton has too many ideas.

"If the soul changes, in the case of abundant magic, it is impossible not to affect the body."

"So it's possible that part of the soul flipped to the side with magical beasts."

"Then, if this is the case, we can even guess that the soul is not actually a single appearance, it itself has a complex structure. It is like the internal organs of human beings."

"Oh~" Lupin snapped his fingers, "In other words, a werewolf is actually a part of its soul that has been twisted to one side, so it has the ability to switch its body? In this way, suppression may not be the best way, maybe it should be considered How to control this ability to switch?"

A long illness has turned into a good medicine, and he has been freed from corporate affairs. Recently, Lupin has been studying the materials left by Anton.

There is a lot of knowledge about Vorkanova witches, and Anton is also ignorant.

Lupin's insights in this regard quietly went ahead of Anton.

Their Lupin family has always had many unique insights into the study of black magic creatures. (Lupin's father is an expert in this field, and he was hired to serve in the Ministry of Magic because of his major. Lupin was also hired as a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts because of his ability in this area, focusing on Defense Against the Dark Arts, not Defense Against the Dark Arts. )

The four of them brainstormed all day.

It's a fun, high-level family gathering.

Talking about magic and life, Lupin would care about Anton's food, drink, housing and making friends at school, while Rozier asked if Anton had a girlfriend.

"I'm only twelve years old!" Anton gestured with his fingers, "Twelve, understand!"

"Quack..." Pedro smiled slyly, "In ancient times, whether it was a wizard or a goblin, you could have a child at the age of twelve."

"!!!" Anton took a breath and tactically leaned back.

...

...

The next morning, Anton went back to school early, just in time to catch up with Meimei for a breakfast.

The sky at Hogwarts Castle was still gloomy, with endless haze and dark clouds, feeling the dull air and earthy smell, and Anton knew that there would be another torrential rain soon.

After a heavy rain it may be clear, but it will soon be cloudy again.

In this **** rainy season, sticky lakes are uncomfortable.

The long table in the auditorium is full of delicious food, and the aroma is full of fragrance. As usual, the rustling sound of the little wizards enjoying the food at this time will be particularly quiet.

On the teacher's bench on the steps, the professors will also look at these little wizards kindly, looking forward to everyone's growth.

But there is something wrong with the atmosphere today.

Especially wrong!

The long tables of the four colleges were as noisy as a vegetable market, and the professors were all dazed and did not control the mood of the students at all.

Anton walked to Slytherin's long table in surprise, looking at Prefect Fane surrounded by a large group of people, and a mess of messages came from his ears.

Looking up, Gryffindor looked extremely excited, the twins, Hermione, Ron, and a large group of people gathered around to discuss this.

Neville sat aside, crouching over the figure, looking weak and helpless.

Anton frowned, thought about it, and walked over.

When people along the way saw Anton, they all quieted down. After he passed by, they whispered and said something in a low voice.

"Neville, what happened?"

Neville looked up at Anton blankly, his eyes full of bewilderment, "Don't you know?"

"Well, I left school yesterday for something, what happened!"

Neville sighed, "A lot of things happened yesterday. In the morning, several Ravenclaw students were petrified again. Everyone said that you did it."

"At that time, you just disappeared again, and everyone said that you absconded in fear of crime."

"Ha~" An Dong laughed, it's so ridiculous that the mother opened the door for the ridiculous, and it was ridiculous to come home. "Do you think it's possible? What's in it for me?"

"And think about it and know that I have appeared now, and no one from the professors has come to arrest me."

"Yeah." Neville nodded with a sigh, "Dumbledore stood up and said he believed you wouldn't do such a thing, so everyone couldn't guess."

Anton pouted, why didn't he explain the basilisk directly, he liked to play dumb riddles. The management of these schools knew about the news, which made the students guess.

"Then what's with your expression?"

"Dumbledore!" Neville clenched his fists hard. "This afternoon, Lucius Malfoy and several school directors came to the school and brought the resolution of the school board. They expelled Dumbledore."

"Dumbledore disagreed with the decision, and they had a heated argument, which ended in a fight."

Anton's mouth twitched.

fight?

Lucius and Dumbledore fighting?

Thanks for being laughed at.

"Dumbledore was injured and vomited a lot of blood." Neville was about to cry. "I was there at the time, and I heard the bearded old man on crutches say... say..."

He covered his mouth and whimpered a few times, "Say Dumbledore is too old to wave his wand, he's dying!"

Anton rolled his eyes.

"And then, where is Professor Dumbledore now?"

"That white-bearded old man has entangled the Phoenix bird and won't let it take away Dumbledore, this hateful guy!"

"Professor McGonagall came over and stopped these people on the school board, and even locked them up."

Anton blinked, "Locked up? People from the school board?"

Neville nodded vigorously, "Yes, they must be punished severely, how dare you treat Dumbledore like this!"

"They only have the right to appoint and remove the principal. The right to appoint professors and teachers belongs to the principal, so they can't control McGonagall to teach them."

ohh~

Anton raised his eyebrows, and this kind of system is interesting.

"Everyone is very worried that Professor McGonagall and the others cannot keep the members of the school board for long. If they appoint a new principal, they will definitely dismiss Professor McGonagall."

All right.

Now you know what happened.

Anton took a deep breath and felt that everything was terrible. Nima Hogwarts did not have professors such as Dumbledore and McGonagall, and there was a shit.

"Where's Professor Dumbledore?"

"In the school infirmary, Madam Pomfrey is trying to save her."

Anton turned around and left, picked up a fried chicken leg on the long table of Gryffindor, and tore off a large piece fiercely and forcefully. quiet down.

hehe~

He knows what Gryffindor is, and Nima is as wise as Dumbledore, and he doesn't care if he is reckless.

Anton wants to ask Lao Deng now, is this situation still under control?

If he was going to die, as planned, and let Voldemort escape, then...

I'm afraid the desperate professors will fight the board first. Tom Riddle, who is hiding in the dark, is definitely the one who laughs the most. Oh, and maybe Voldemort is also very happy.

Gan!

Now, there are two Voldemorts preparing to do something in the dark!

Awesome.

Old Deng, if you don't know how to play with flowers, don't play it, right?

Throughout the history of Old Deng's more than 100 years old, there is really not much to marvel at in terms of power and tactics, except for the powerful strength that is enough to push the world across the world and comparable to the gods.

Even if he played chess with death at the end in the original book, it only made Voldemort trust Snape more, and even the small market vendors would laugh at such an input-output ratio.

On the door of the school infirmary, a 'No Visiting' sign was hung, and Professor Flitwick sat in a chair and stood guard in front of the door.

Anton simply turned into a 'color-changing wind bird' and flew in from the outside window of the castle.

Returning to human form, Anton looked around.

Tsk tsk, too many people have been petrified.

Swinging his wand, "passed out." Crabbe, who was not far away, was eating, and one rolled over and fell down.

Anton walked coldly to Dumbledore's bed, where the old man lay pale, his long white hair a little messy.

This old man was like an old newspaper that could float away at any time, so haggard that it made people feel distressed.

"Child... you're here..." Dumbledore raised his hand tremblingly and gently grabbed Anton's wrist.

That hand was so cold, so weak, with a slight trembling, as if it was about to die in the next moment.

"After I left..." Lao Deng panted, "You...you must protect everyone...you...you are his student...you can...you can."

Anton sneered.

"You look alike."

Dumbledore coughed again and again, as if he was about to cough up his lungs.

Anton rolled his eyes, waved his hand and patted Lao Deng's back.

"Cough!" A peanut spurted out of Lao Deng's mouth.

"If you didn't secretly eat the cockroach pile..." An Dong chuckled, "I really believe it."

"Oh~ you are so boring." Old Deng puffed out his mouth, and his other hand stretched out from under the quilt, holding a fruit bowl filled with various snacks.

Just play.

Play with your strength.

Anton really didn't know what to say.

"Can't you find a smarter person to be your advisor? Even if you can make a more reliable plan?"

Dumbledore shrugged. "Since we believe in magic, intrigue isn't worth talking about."

Anton sneered, "Really? I don't believe it."

But Lao Deng was right. People who firmly believe in magic are really easy to degenerate in their personal strategies. These are two different ways to solve problems.

When you encounter a problem, you can solve it with magic at the first time, or solve it with conspiracy and tricks at the first time. These are two completely different instinctive reactions.

Anyway, that's the way it is. Wizards are not omnipotent gods, but are a bit like Anton's previous career, programmers, or mathematicians.

Or it can be compared to Frankenstein, which may be similar.

"Would you like to have some?" Dumbledore held up his plate and smiled brightly, "Oh, this is a rare holiday, and it feels good to be the headmaster."

"!!!" Anton.

There was a sound outside the door, maybe Professor Flitwick heard the movement in the infirmary and planned to come in to check.

"I won't come according to your plan~www.readwn.com~Professor Dumbledore." Anton pouted, "You master and apprentice are really in the same line in terms of conspiracy and tricks, and the low burst."

He waved his wand and cast a counter-curse on Crabbe.

The incarnation of the 'color-changing wind bird' flew out.

...

The color-changing wind bird flew all the way to the Black Lake, and Anton appeared.

He looked at Black Lake silently, and took a deep breath, "Everything sucks."

He finally reacted, that inspiration, the inspiration to solve all problems.

With Lao Deng's strength, he only needs to match him with IQ, it is absolutely invincible, and he is not afraid of Voldemort.

"Yes, give him some IQ."

Anton seemed to think of some interesting picture, and smiled.

"Oh, that would be so interesting."

"Since everything is messed up, it's not impossible to mess up even more, haha."