"I think it's a pity!"

Yes, it's a pity.

There's no denying that Anthony is preconceived.

Because he knew how the story would end, and he knew that Harry would eventually reconcile with Penny.

As the original party, he hoped that Harry would be able to reconcile, after all, it was his only relative.

But...

In the eyes of others, especially Dorothy, the Dursleys were almost all a nest of bed bugs.

Look at the life Harry had lived before.

If Anthony dared to speak up in favor of Dumbledore, Dorothy should have wondered if he was in good spirits.

"Oh!" Dumbledore looked surprised, he didn't expect Anthony to answer like that.

"Why?" He asked.

"Everything happens for a reason." "Harry told me that her mother had passed away, and while I don't know the details, I think the day her mother died, it wasn't just Harry who lost her mother, but also an older sister who lost her sister," Anthony said. ”

This is what he really thinks, and Anthony does not hide it in the slightest.

"Yes!" Dumbledore sighed, a slight sadness in the old man's eyes.

"It's obvious, but many people can't see it clearly."

"I'm glad you have that thought." He said sincerely.

Anthony was noncommittal.

Maybe~

Although he is a prince in this life, he doesn't seem to feel much family affection.

"Professor, can I ask you a question?" He was suddenly interested, and was about to seek out Dumbledore, about some magical doubts.

"Oh! What's wrong with you. The old man looked at him with a smile on his face.

Anthony organized the question, and after a pause, said, "Well, Professor, I'm not boasting. Of course, I haven't met any other young wizards, and I don't know what it's like for them to practice spells, but I'm just talking about myself. ”

"It's just..."

"I just don't know why, I'm learning spells so fast, uh... Maybe it should be, I'm sensitive to magic? ”

"Sensitive?" Hearing this, Dumbledore slowly grabbed his wrist, and then said softly, "Feel it with your heart." ”

There was a strange light in his eyes, and he muttered something quietly.

With Dumbledore's movements, Anthony suddenly had a wonderful sensation, and there was a clicking sound around him, as if something was shattering.

Immediately afterward, a cold tide rushed towards him.

Suddenly, Anthony only felt someone touch his forehead, and then the whole gaze in his eyes suddenly fluctuated.

He noticed that the light in front of his eyes was suddenly blurred, and the colors were withdrawing. The world turned gray black and white.

"This—" Anthony looked at Dumbledore in surprise, what kind of magic did he cast on himself?

"Look with your heart and watch my right hand!" Dumbledore's voice rang out slowly.

"That's?"

It's as if Anthony is 'seeing' not with his eyes, but with his body.

Dumbledore was clutching something in his hands. Fresh, constantly churning, like waves.

"Look around you!" The old headmaster's voice seemed to come from a distant place, very vague, but the meaning was transmitted to his mind accurately.

With the professor's prompting, Anthony's gradually shifted his gaze to the surroundings.

"Oh my God!" He let out an exclamation.

At some point, there were suddenly many water-streaked 'rivers' around!

They converged, rushing into Dumbledore's hands.

"You try."

"Okay." Anthony answered.

Then he followed Dumbledore's example and reached out, trying to grab the 'streams'.

"That's my magic, maybe you should try casting a spell to channel the magic in your body more easily." Dumbledore followed the path of temptation.

"Yes, sir!"

As he spoke, Anthony silently recited the classic spell: Levitation Charm!

In the blink of an eye. All the objects in his direction floated, and his hands seemed to shoot countless threads, fishing up the tables, chairs, benches, papers and manuscripts.

His eyes widened and he looked at everything in front of him in shock.

Those objects that were as free as swimming fish and soaring in the air deeply shocked him.

"Oh my God!"

At this time, Bernard and Sir Humphrey happened to come out of the Prime Minister's office and happened to bump into this scene.

The two of them looked incredulously at the two wizards, one big and one small, sitting in the corner.

The face is extraordinarily wonderful.

"Anthony. OK. ”

As he spoke, Dumbledore uttered some kind of spell in his mouth, and then gently pressed his forehead, and the next moment, the gray in Anthony's eyes gradually disappeared, and the color took its place.

"It's amazing!" He exclaimed.

"It's a wandless spell technique, a magic that can only be mastered by the upper grades." Dumbledore explained simply, "Your mastery of magic is remarkable, and few young wizards can reach this level. ”

"You'll benefit a lot from remembering that feeling."

"Thank you, Professor." Anthony said sincerely that this time he really did not have any hostility and concerns, but only expressed his most sincere gratitude to this gentleman who taught by word and deed.

"You're my student, you don't have to."

As he spoke, Dumbledore slowly got up. He looked at the people around him with a smile on his face, then turned to Anthony and winked, and said with a smile: "We'll see you at school again!" ”

"Goodbye, Professor!"

Then, like the official of the Ministry of Magic, Dumbledore suddenly rippled around him, and then twisted and disappeared in place.

"It's amazing! Your Highness! Bernard's eyes showed a light of envy, and he said happily while cleaning up the documents and books that had fallen on the ground: "That gentleman is really amazing, maybe Your Highness, you can learn powerful magic and improve our working environment?" ”

"That's right, Mr. Bernard!"

Anthony nodded slightly.

There is so much magic that can improve their working environment, and so much magic can improve the country.

However, Anthony definitely didn't want to learn about those spells.

When he arrived at Hogwarts, the first thing he learned was the Anti-Apparition Shapeshifting Charm.

Not why, just because Downing Street has become a public toilet.

How can all wizards come and go whenever they want?

Is this still safe?

Although Anthony did not think that Dumbledore, or Professor McGonagall, would hurt him, or hurt Mr. Prime Minister.

But safety is never something to be given by others.

I'm going to fight for it myself!

"What's going on?"

"Is there a situation?"

"Mr. Bernard!"

"Someone outside the 10th asked for an access, your phone can't get through, what's going on?"

Suddenly, a large group of Hula agents rushed in.