Anton smiled and said to Dumbledore, "May I show you my research method? You promised to give me some pointers."
Dumbledore looked at him with a strange expression, "Is this what they call giving you an inch and you take a mile?"
Anton looked completely open and honest, "If I get expelled, at least I can tell others that I was taught by every professor at Hogwarts, especially the greatest white wizard of this century."
"Hehehe, you cunning little wizard." Dumbledore gestured with his hand as if to say 'please'.
Please begin your performance.
Alrighty then.
Anton asked Snape for his satchel back. Snape gave him a long look, and the satchel flew from the shelf behind him to the desk in front.
"Before I enrolled, I had a teacher who was a great Potions Master." Anton said as he took a glass bottle out of his bag, "I even think he's better than Professor Snape."
Oh boy, was Snape going to stand for that?
He slammed his hand on the desk, his face sharper than ever, and glared fiercely at Anton.
Although no one had given him the title, he considered himself the greatest Potions Master of the century.
Bar none!
This was his proudest field, and no one, no one could compare to him.
Even Dumbledore had to step aside!
"His name is Alex Fiennes. Although he wasn't a good person, magical history will surely remember this name!"
Anton held up the potion in his hand, "Because he invented this, the 'Wizard's Eye' Potion."
With a light wave of his wand, the bottle's cap popped off, and the potion inside floated out, splitting into portions in front of everyone, suspended in mid-air. Anton drank the portion in front of him.
"Of course, I made a small contribution too. I improved the formula to make it non-toxic."
"So, who wants to drink the potion and let me take you into Fiennes's magical world?"
In the corner of the office, within the wall, the old wizard's face half-emerged. He looked at Anton with a complicated expression, his face full of excitement. This little rascal was making a name for him?
He didn't know Anton would do this. He had thought Anton would claim the potion as his own invention. He needed Anton's help, so giving up the fame was acceptable, as he had never sought fame while he was alive anyway.
Sighing, he silently floated away from the spot, finding it hard to describe his current feelings.
Dumbledore waved his wand, and the potion floated towards him. McGonagall quickly called out to him, "Professor Dumbledore!"
Old Dumbledore shook his head with a smile, "This is my school, and Anthony is still my student. I trust my student."
As the potion entered his mouth, his eyes widened abruptly.
"This is..."
"This is the vision of the Wizard's Eye, Professor." Anton chuckled.
Meanwhile, on the other side, Snape had already drunk it. He didn't believe anyone could harm him with a potion, especially in his own office with its vast potion reserves. He had his pride.
He blinked, fighting off a wave of dizziness, and exclaimed in amazement, "What did you say your former teacher's name was?"
"Alex Fiennes!"
"Truly a remarkable person!" Snape pursed his lips in acknowledgment. "I must meet him if I have the chance."
"He's also at Hogwarts. That headless ghost who recently joined Hogwarts, that's him!"
McGonagall glanced at the two of them and also drank the potion.
Only Professor Quirrell cowered in his chair, looking too timid to drink it.
He really didn't dare to drink it. He had drunk a potion made from the blood of some magical creature last night and didn't dare to drink any other potion now.
He could only watch as everyone seemed to be seeing something incredible, like a bystander, pitifully waiting for them to explain the situation.
With a wave of his wand, the iron cage on the bookshelf opened, and the fluffy pink fat bird flew into Anton's hand.
"Everyone, please look at its throat. Can you see a very unnatural-looking ball of thread?"
"Next, don't blink."
Anton gently pressed his wand against the fat bird's throat, "Crucio!"
The spell was like a light little knife, easily piercing the body of this sub-dragon species, then stopping with extreme precision at the throat, and with a gentle flick at the most complex spot.
"Squeak!"
The fat bird cried out.
Anton indeed saw countless lines stretch out, and in an instant, they connected all the magical structures in its body, forming a complete whole.
"Haha, I was right, it really is the control center!"
This perfect transformation made him exclaim in admiration, completely fascinated.
The splicing he had researched in the hospital wing was also verified. Yes, this thing really works.
And the most magical thing about this sub-dragon species was that it existed between a state of connection and non-connection, like a switch.
This must be very useful!
He might not know where to use it now, but this magical image with its unique properties was too valuable for research.
Awesome!
Anton was already looking forward to finding a place to transform and see what a werewolf fused with dragon hide would look like.
That would be very interesting.
Having reached a certain point in his research path, Anton was very confident about this.
Suddenly!
"Roar!"
With a dragon's roar, a huge column of water shot out of the sub-dragon's mouth, giving Snape's head another vicious wash.
Then, it began to expand violently!
Bigger, and bigger, finally transforming into a fire dragon with pink feathers.
The big bird let out a cry, spitting a huge ball of water that smashed into the window, shattering the bay window glass upon impact.
_Its sharp claws dug into the ground, sending stone fragments flying. With a sudden push, bang, it had launched itself out the window.
Spreading its wings, soaring high~
Woohoo~
The key thing was, Anton was freaking carried onto the dragon's back again.
"Quick, get that child down!" McGonagall cried out anxiously.
...
...
Anton was sent to the hospital wing again.
It had been less than three hours since his last discharge.
Fortunately, Dumbledore's timely treatment this time meant it was only a minor injury.
Facing the strange gazes of Harry and Draco, he could only laugh awkwardly, "Yes, that's right, I, Anton, am back again."
George and Fred came to the hospital wing carrying a cake, their expressions odd.
"We were preparing a party to celebrate your discharge!" George said with a strange look.
"Everything's ready, everyone's invited, but then you came back in. This will make the party look like it's celebrating your admission." Fred's expression was just as strange.
Anton sighed.
What could he do?
He was helpless too, okay!
George and Fred decided the party would go on as planned. They had developed a new kind of firework that whizzed around and were planning to show it off to everyone at the party.
Anton had no choice but to cut the cake and share it with Draco and Harry.
Harry clearly loved the cake, "I never had cake when I was little. My aunt and uncle would never get one for me. On Dudley's birthday, they liked to smear the cake everywhere but never wanted to eat it."
Anton looked thoughtful, "Where do you live?"
"Number 4, Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey." Harry Potter said his home address without any caution, stuffing his face with cake.
"Surrey?" Anton was stunned. That place was just on the outskirts of London, not very far.
He only remembered that Harry lived on Privet Drive, but there were too many Privet Drives in Britain, who knew which one it was.
If it's London...
"I remember you mentioned last time when you helped clean the shack, your uncle is a director at a machinery company?"
Harry nodded, looking up at him strangely, "What's wrong?"
The corners of Anton's mouth curled up slightly, "I have an uncle, he's a big boss. Cooperating with a machinery company would be a piece of cake. He'll have ways to influence your uncle."
"Harry Potter." Anton raised his eyebrows, "Are you interested in enjoying a life of being treated like a treasured jewel?"
Harry was stunned, his mouth agape, muttering incoherently. The cream smeared around his mouth looked particularly comical.
"Hehehe." Anton seemed to have pictured an interesting scene, "My uncle will do it. Yes, he will definitely do his best."
Harry Potter's potential wasn't obvious now, but in the future, his network of connections would spread throughout the entire Ministry of Magic.
This kind of investment, which was just a matter of going with the flow, couldn't be easier.