The Grey Wizard of Hogwarts

Anton smiled and said to Dumbledore, "Can I show you my research method? You promised to give me a few words."

Dumbledore looked at him strangely, "Does this count as climbing up a pole?"

Anton looked candid, "If I get fired, at least I can tell others that I have been taught by every professor at Hogwarts, especially the greatest white wizard of this century."

"Hehehe, sly little wizard." Dumbledore stretched out his hand in a gesture of invitation.

Please start your performance.

okay.

Anton asked Snape to get his messenger bag back. Snape stared at him, and the messenger bag flew from the shelf behind him to the table in front of him.

"Before I enrolled, I had a teacher who was a great potions master." Anton took out a glass bottle from his backpack, "I even think he is better than Professor Snape."

My dear, can Snape endure this?

He slammed a table on the table, his face was never sharper than before, and he stared at Anton viciously.

Although no one gave him a title, he considered himself to be the greatest potions master in this century.

none of them!

This is his proudest field, no one, no one can compare with him.

Dumbledore has to step aside too!

"His name is Alex Fiennes. Although he is not a good person, the history of magic will definitely remember this name!"

Anton raised the potion in his hand, "Because he invented this, the 'Wizard's Eye' potion."

The magic wand danced lightly, the lid of the medicine bottle popped out, and the medicinal liquid inside floated and shunted in front of everyone, suspended in mid-air, and Anton drank the magical medicine in front of him.

"Of course, I also contributed a bit. I improved the prescription to make it non-toxic."

"So, who wants to drink the potion and let me take you into the magical world of Fiennes?"

Inside the corner wall of the office, half of the old wizard's face appeared, looking at Anton with a complicated expression, his face was full of excitement, did this little **** make him famous?

He didn't know that Anton would do this. He thought that Anton would call this potion his own invention. He asked Anton to give up his reputation. After all, he never thought of becoming famous when he was alive. .

Sighing, he silently drifted away from here, it was difficult to explain his current mood.

Dumbledore waved his wand, and the medicinal liquid floated towards him. Mag quickly stopped him, "Professor Dumbledore!"

Old Deng smiled and shook his head, "This is my school. Anthony is still my student. I believe in my student."

When the medicinal liquid entered, he suddenly widened his eyes.

"This is…"

"This is the vision of the wizard's eyes, professor." Anton smiled.

On the other hand, Snape had already drank it. He didn't think anyone could harm himself with potions, and he was still in his own office with a large stock of potions. He had his own pride.

He blinked, holding back his dizziness, exclaimed, "What did you just say your former teacher's name was?"

"Alex Fiennes!"

"What an amazing person!" Snape pursed his lips, expressing his approval, "If you have a chance, you must be knowledgeable."

"He's also at Hogwarts. That headless ghost, who recently joined Hogwarts, is him!"

Mag glanced at the two and drank the potion.

Only Professor Quirrell curled up in his chair, timidly not daring to drink at first glance.

He really didn't dare to drink it. He drank some magical potion made from the blood of some magical animal last night, but now he doesn't dare to drink any other potion.

He could only helplessly watch everyone as if they had seen something incredible, like a bystander, pitifully waiting for them to explain the situation.

The wand waved, the iron cage on the bookshelf opened, and the pink fluffy fat bird flew into Anton's hands.

"Please look at its throat. Can you see a bunch of unnaturally condensed threads?"

"Next, don't blink."

Anton gently pressed his wand against Fat Bird's throat, "Gouging out the bone!"

The magic spell was like a small, light knife, easily piercing the body of this sub-dragon species, and it stopped at the throat extremely delicately, and gently picked it at the most complicated position.

"Squeak!"

The fat bird called.

As expected, Anton saw countless lines stretched out, and within moments, all the magical structures on his body were linked together, forming a complete one.

"Haha, I guessed right, it really is the control center!"

This perfect change made him amazed and fascinated.

The splicing of the previous research in the school infirmary has also been verified. Yes, this thing really works.

And the most amazing thing about this Yalong is that it is between connection and non-connection, like a switch.

This must be very useful!

It may not be known where it is used now, but this magical image with unique properties is worth studying.

Great!

Anton began to look forward to finding a place to transform into and see what the werewolf with the dragon skin looked like.

that must be very interesting.

Anton, who has reached a certain level in research, is very confident in this.

Sudden!

"Roar!"

With a dragon roar, a huge column of water rushed out of the mouth of the Yalong, and gave Snape another wash of his head viciously.

Then, it began to expand violently!

Bigger, bigger again, and finally turned into a fire dragon with pink feathers.

The big bird let out a cry, spewing a huge mass of water bombarding the window, and the floor-to-ceiling oriel window shattered.

Its sharp claws slammed on the ground, and the stone fragments flew, and with a sudden force, bang, it has been ejected out of the window.

Spread your wings, fly high~

Wuhu~

The key is that Anton was brought on the back of a dragon again.

"Quickly save that child!" Mag shouted urgently.

…

…

Anton was sent to the school infirmary again.

It has been less than three hours since the last discharge.

Fortunately, Dumbledore's rescue was timely this time, but it could only be regarded as a minor injury.

He met Harry and Draco's strange eyes, and could only laugh awkwardly, "Yes, that's right, I'm Anton, I'm back."

George and Fred came to the school infirmary with a cake, looking strange.

"We're preparing a party to celebrate your discharge from the hospital!" George looked strange.

"Everything is ready, people are invited, and you come in again, which will make this party look like a celebration of your admission to the hospital." Fred's expression was oddly synchronized.

Anton sighed.

What can we do?

He is also very helpless, isn't he!

George and Fred decided to hold the party as usual, and they developed a kind of whizzing fireworks, which UU Reading www.uukanshu.com is preparing to show to everyone at the party.

Anton had to cut the cake and share it with Draco and Harry.

Harry obviously likes cakes. "I never had cakes when I was a kid, and my uncles wouldn't prepare them for me. On Dudley's birthday, they liked to spread cakes all over the place, but they didn't want to eat them."

Anton thought thoughtfully, "Where is your home?"

"No. 4 Privet Road, Little Whinging, Surrey." Harry Potter ate the cake and gave the address of his home without warning.

"Surrey?" Anton was stunned, this place is in the suburbs of London, not very far.

He only remembered that Harry lived on Privet Drive, but there are too many Privet Drives in England, who knows which one.

Speaking of London...

"I remember when you came to help clean the hut last time, you mentioned that your uncle is a supervisor in a machinery company?"

Harry nodded, looked up at him strangely, "what's the matter?"

The corners of An Dong's mouth twitched slightly, "I have an uncle who is a big boss. It shouldn't be too easy to work with a machinery company. He will have a way to influence your uncle."

"Harry Potter." Anton raised his eyebrows, "Are you interested in enjoying the life of being offered as a treasure?"

Harry was stunned and opened his mouth, mumbling speechless, the cream covering the outer rim of his mouth looking especially funny.

"Hehehe." Anton seemed to think of something interesting, "My uncle will do it, yes, he will do his best to do it."

Harry Potter doesn't see potential yet, but in the future, this network of connections will spread throughout the Ministry of Magic.

This kind of smooth investment is not easy.