This world is never short of geniuses.
Anton knew the information about the Harry Potter world.
Dumbledore and Grindelwald, the couple, were already incredibly brilliant in their youth.
By the time of Voldemort's generation, the great man had already mastered the Horcruxes, a cutting-edge and profound dark magic, while still in school.
In Harry Potter's father's generation, the foursome easily defeated the extremely difficult Animagus spell and created the miraculous Marauder's Map. Snape invented the new spell, "Invisibility."
And in Harry Potter's generation, Harry Potter, skilled in Disarmament Charms, and the twins, skilled in magical items, have reached levels unattainable by ordinary wizards.
Under the guidance of the old wizard, Anton embarked on a research path that combined potions and spells.
Anna, a little girl who hasn't even awakened her magical powers yet, has completely inherited the goblin Pedro's complete Time-Turner technology and has created a massive device that even the Ministry of Magic's Department of Mysteries couldn't build.
Yes, Anna had finally completed a massive Time-Turner. (The core components had been built with Pedro's help.)
Every day, she would quietly sit by the French window, basking in the sun, sipping tea and arranging flowers, waiting for Anton to be free to go somewhere with her.
Anton couldn't go immediately, as the new full moon had already arrived. He could only drink Polyjuice Potion and impersonate Lupin.
Lupin had his own unique way of managing the company. While he lacked Anton's immense business acumen,
he possessed a gentle and tolerant heart.
Everyone in his company trusted him, and the energy generated by the company was infinitely greater than what Anton could have achieved through his own hard work.
Anton was delighted to see this.
It showed that Lupin was truly finding his own way.
The most obvious change was the family's increased wealth. Lupin had lavishly purchased the ground floor as a family restaurant and hired a lovable, chubby cook.
They had finally gotten rid of the surly waiter.
Everyone's wardrobe was filled with Lupin, and Anna happily joined Anton in calling him Uncle Lupin.
"Damn it, that Ilsa is overly enthusiastic!" Anton returned home, showered, and complained to Anna.
Anna smiled and said, "Maybe he's in love with someone?"
Anton's expression was strange, and he shrugged. "Lupin's own business, I won't interfere."
Although Lupin still lived in the room Anton had arranged for him upstairs, he had built a reinforced secret room in the suite he bought downstairs for transforming on full-moon nights.
Otherwise, Anton would definitely go and tease him.
He put on his dragonhide messenger bag again, filled it with potions, and inserted his wand into the hidden buckle. Anton gripped it tightly, "I'm ready."
The night breeze blew Anna's dark red gold velvet skirt. She tilted her head, her deep green eyes looking at Anton intently. She grinned and whispered, "Thank you."
Anton waved his wand, and a pot of vines climbing up the wall in the hall suddenly grew rapidly, instantly enveloping the entire house and bursting into bloom.
This is the elephant-eating vine plant native to Africa. It has extremely strong resistance to magic and comes with a natural expulsion spell that automatically keeps all creatures away.
This kind of plant will hardly survive long outside Africa, and Anna doesn't know how Anton keeps it alive.
She took Anton to her room, opened the suitcase, and entered the huge machinery factory.
Anna touched the machine with a puzzled look.
"My mother loved me very much when I was a child."
Anton nodded without interrupting. He had a hunch that this must be a sad story.
"A huge snake attacked me, and my mother died to protect me."
Anton took a breath and looked at her blankly, "I'm sorry, I don't know, maybe I shouldn't keep that snake at home, I..."
Anna shook her head gently, "I just need to endure the fear and disgust in my heart, and you can save it. I think it's worth it."
She no longer dwelled on the big snake at home.
"Flower Manor, outside London, is where I grew up. My mother loved the flowers in the back garden."
Anna's eyes were hazy, a happy smile on her face. "Back then, I'd carry my little kettle and help her water the flowers."
She gently fumbled with the machine. "Later, my father took me everywhere to find a cure for my illness. He said I had a strange disease."
Anton frowned. "Strange disease?"
Anna nodded gently. "My father wouldn't tell me what it was, but he said it would manifest after a magical outburst."
"He was always so humorous and witty in front of others, but in private, he was a constant drinker. He'd often get drunk and call out my mother's name."
Anna closed her eyes as she spoke of her sadness.
"I didn't dare mention my mother in front of him, for fear it would make her even more sad, but I really, really miss her."
Her eyes sparkled with hope. "I hope to see her."
Anton sighed and pursed his lips. "We can't change anything with a Time-Turner."
The undestroyed Time-Turners hidden in the Ministry of Magic's Department of Mysteries have always been the last hope for the desperate wizards in the Chaos Lands. But any wizard with even the slightest skill knew that a Time-Turner could only bring despair.
"I know," Anna said softly but firmly. "Even if it's just a look."
"Okay then!" Anton smiled, gently grasping the pitiful little girl's hand. "Let's go."
Anna met Anton's eyes, nodded gently, and pulled the valve of the machine.
Countless gears and mechanical structures whirred rapidly, and a magical glow spread like blue smoke, easily engulfing the two of them.
They didn't notice that the magical smoke spread all the way. It flowed along the suitcase, spreading throughout the room, filling Pedro's bed, filling the bottom of Nagini's bed, and filling the old wizard's bathtub.
Finally, the smoke was blocked by the elephant-eating vine.
Bang!
With a slight sound, the smoke quickly retreated into the machine, and the whole house was silent as if no one was there.
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1953, London, England.
That year, after being rejected by Hogwarts as the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, Voldemort was searching for treasures to make Horcruxes.
This year marked the eighth anniversary of Grindelwald's imprisonment in the castle by his sworn lover.
Stunned, Anton peered into the window of a street shop, where the calendar clearly marked the time.
"When you were a child?"
36 years ago? So it wasn't a little girl, but an old witch?
Anna smiled. "You've discovered my secret."
She giggled at Anton's mouth, gaping as if about to swallow an egg. "I haven't lived through such a long time. After my mother died, my father took me to a secret, frozen place in our family's secret slumber."
"Two years ago, my grandfather got angry and ordered me thawed, saying he couldn't bear to see his granddaughter without a life of her own."
Anna's face wrinkled as she mimicked an old man's expression and tone, a mixture of seriousness and amusement. "For better or worse, it's her fate!"
"My father has been searching for a solution for thirty-six years. While he hasn't given up, he's also no longer determined to keep me frozen." "
Oh my god!" Anton stared at her in shock, smacking his lips, unsure of what to say.
Anna, however, was somewhat melancholic. "My tenth birthday is coming up in a few days. I've only lived these ten years, but in between, a full thirty-six years have passed. Everything has changed."
Anton remained silent. In his previous life, when he was surfing the internet, he had read this sentence: All precocious children have unfortunate lives. But it is these experiences that make them so brilliant.
P.S.: Thanks to the reader for pointing out the time issue, I have corrected the year. Apologies to those who have read this.