Chapter 146: You know he won't blame you

Magic surges.

The magic of Anton's whole body is boiling.

It's like a burning boiler.

Anton frowned, he thought everything too simple.

Voldemort poured into the soul shell he made for himself as expected, the 'Puppet in the Hands of the Witch' spell worked as expected, the 'Crack Spell' worked as expected, and the 'Horcrux' spell worked as expected.

But Voldemort's power was beyond his imagination.

They are already remnant souls, all because the body living in Quirrell is extremely weak, but it is still so powerful.

Desperately powerful.

An Dong's face turned ruthless, with a resolute and resolute free and easy, with a wild look of life and death.

Smile~

Smile gracefully.

Yes, that's what his dear professor taught him, to be graceful, to control his spells freely, and to control his killing intent freely.

"Avada Kedavra!"

The tip of the wand that was aimed at his eye socket emitted a rich dark green light.

"No, child, you still can't control this spell!" Dumbledore's expression changed, he drew his wand anxiously and pointed it at Anton. An invisible spell of light linked him and Anton.

The flickering ray of Suffering Charm suddenly became smooth and powerful.

lightly...

Gracefully...

Soft and sharp...

Go deep into Anton's eyes, go deep into his brain, go deep into his soul...

Pick lightly.

"Ah~~~~"

A cloud of black mist emerged from Anton, revealing Voldemort's pained face vaguely from it, and he circled and danced frantically in the air.

"Anthony..." Voldemort said in a cold voice, gritted his teeth, "You're fine, fine."

His tone was piercingly cold and murderous.

Anton smiled slightly, bent over, and waved his wand to perform wizard etiquette.

"Oh~ my dear professor, thank you for your compliment."

Voldemort roared angrily and flew out quickly, very fast, and disappeared in an instant.

Anton closed his eyes and savored for a moment, then opened his eyes and looked at Dumbledore.

"It's a Horcrux."

"He can't be killed with a Horcrux."

What a smart man Dumbledore was, he turned his head to look at Harry Potter and Anton again.

Anton raised his eyebrows and laughed.

"My professor, it's good to be with me forever."

real.

For the only time in his life, Dumbledore gave a thumbs up.

"you are awesome."

The discourse is completely full of complexity.

What to say?

He didn't even know how to describe the kid's behavior. brave? crazy? Neuropathy? clever? moron?

Thousands of words, and finally turned into a strong shock - today's children are really fierce.

In any case, today is still full of harvest, and Lao Deng finally knows how to deal with Tom.

In Anton's words, Voldemort showed the blood bar.

You have blood bars, how can you not die.

tsk tsk.

Dumbledore looked at Anton, tsk tut twice, his wand lightly tapped Anton's arm, the silver flying dragon twisted on his wrist, flapping its wings and flying.

"Don't!" Anton cried anxiously.

"How useful is this thing, and it can also resist the life-threatening curse!"

Dumbledore smiled. "There is no magic spell that can resist the Deathstroke."

"???"

Anton was stunned.

I saw the silver flying dragon flying in the sky, changing, and countless red flames came out, and finally turned into a phoenix phoenix.

The phoenix chirped, flew up and down happily, and landed gently on Dumbledore's arm.

"Look..." Dumbledore stretched out his finger and teased Phoenix's chin, "It's suffocated."

"!!!"

It really shocked me ten thousand years.

Anton opened his mouth wide, opened and closed it, and finally looked at Dumbledore in disbelief, "You told me that this is a magic spell, and also told me that maybe I can understand magic after studying this magic spell. wonderful."

Dumbledore shrugged. "Well, white lies."

Do you know how much time and effort I have wasted on researching this so-called silver dragon bracelet spell?

You put a phoenix on me, don't think I don't know you're spying on me through it!

No wonder you recognize my transformed Animagus!

I circle and cross your uncle and grandma.

You bad old man is very bad.

Now that it was Anton who didn't know what to say, he could only give a thumbs up.

"Cow, it's still your cow!"

"Giggle." Dumbledore laughed like a child, very proud.

"..."

The two sent Harry Potter into the school infirmary and came to Lao Deng's office.

Dumbledore crossed his fingers on the table, squinting thoughtfully.

Anton was eating ice cream waffles with a small spoon. This super exquisite workmanship and super delicate taste, it is obvious that the elves did their best for any request of Principal Dumbledore.

"Don't let Harry know what happened tonight."

"I know."

Dumbledore suddenly stared at Anton, his eyes twinkling.

Anton jumped in fright and waved his hands quickly, "Don't look at me, I'm different from Harry, the Horcrux is not combined with me, I can kill him at any time if I hold it in my hand."

"Maybe..." Dumbledore stared at Anton, "now."

"no!"

Anton refused, "I still want the professor to teach me more knowledge, and..."

He gestured his wrist, "You took back my way of resisting the Life-Slaying Curse, I have to find a shield for myself."

"Shield?" Dumbledore looked strange.

He said bitterly, "Tom's really bad luck finding you as a student."

Anton imitated Dumbledore's expression and shrugged, "Well, you too."

"!!!"

"Fiennes (the old wizard) is right, you can be really annoying sometimes."

"You too, Professor Dumbledore."

Dumbledore unhappily picked up a small spoon and scooped a large piece of ice cream into his mouth, "Eat my waffles and speak ill of me!"

Anton sighed, put down the small spoon, crossed his fingers, and placed it on the table.

"Headmaster Dumbledore, your mood is very wrong."

The old bee wasn't exactly a good person.

But Anton likes Dumbledore.

Loved Dumbledore from the first moment of exposure to the Harry Potter stories and movies in a previous life.

He was very opposed to Dumbledore's death, saying "death is a great adventure", but it was just an escape.

Making his own death look so great is actually just escaping the torment of his sister's death, the torment of his lover's betrayal, and the torment of his brother's disappointed eyes.

"You shouldn't take all the mistakes on your own because of my professor's trash talk."

Dumbledore looked up in amazement and looked at Anton, chewing unconsciously in his mouth.

"There is no way we can be perfect, we can only do our best, accept our limited ability, accept our incompetence, accept our cowardice, it's nothing."

Dumbledore's eyes twitched.

"When we pretend to be omnipotent, everything we can't do becomes our sin."

An Dong looked at Lao Deng lightly.

"You will never get past that level in your heart, and you will forever lock yourself in a dark castle."

Dumbledore pursed his lips and looked into the distance of the window with a complicated expression.

"I just wanted to see Grindelwald all the time. What's the problem? I look at the sky every day and I'm about to turn into a stone of hope." Anton sneered maliciously.

Dumbledore's face fell, "What do you know!"

"Of course I know, I am someone who has experienced death!" Anton said with a smile, "I see more open-mindedness than you."

"You just need to know that Tom doesn't care about you, he only cares about himself, so he's always blaming you, thinking you've made him what he is."

Dumbledore sighed, "Indeed."

"No no no." Anton shook his head. "You should compare it with someone, and you can see Tom's problem."

"Like Grindelwald."

Dumbledore's face darkened, "Don't mention him!"

oh~

Look, Dumbledore is upset!

Haha, Anton is so relieved!

Asking you to let Phoenix monitor me, although I can't do anything to you, it's really cool to take a little revenge.

Shuang Wai Wai.

"Grindelwald won't blame you, no matter what you did to him." Anton was still bullshitting. "You know, he won't blame you."

"No!" Dumbledore roared.

A powerful magic surged, and the door of the office slammed against the wall, "Go out."

"I haven't finished eating yet." Anton looked unhappy, "You know I'm right!"

Dumbledore stood up abruptly, twisted the wizard robe behind Anton's neck, grabbed it and threw it out, "No! Stop talking!"

The old man looked fierce, but there were tears in his eyes.

Anton staggered backwards and almost bumped into someone.

He raised his head in surprise, "Professor McGonagall, good evening."

Professor McGonagall looked strange. This was the third time she had seen Anthony kicked out of the office by the professor.

But she had more urgent matters, raised her head to look at Dumbledore, and said anxiously, "Harry Potter..."

Dumbledore shook his head, reached out and nodded at Anton, "Can't say it, yes, don't say anything."

Phoenix phoenix flying and circling.

Dumbledore looked at McGonagall apologetically, "No matter what, Minerva, I'm sorry, I have to go somewhere first."

boom.

The flames rise ~www.mtlnovel.com~ Dumbledore is lost.

Only Anton and Professor McGonagall looked at each other.