Although Anton was the sort of guy who hoped other people would change the world while he couldn't be bothered to do it himself, he was still decent enough never to meddle in other people's plans for the future.
The members of Cabin each had their own paths, and even the new friends who had joined them were gradually finding their own direction. Anton never tried to force them toward any particular future.
He had always been like that. From the very beginning, he had believed George and Fred shouldn't be limited to the role of prank-toy merchants, but he had never tried to guide them in another direction.
Anton had only led them toward greater heights of magic, giving them the ability to reach for more possible futures. Everything else was left to their own wishes.
That was the greatest difference between him and Dumbledore, whose magical abilities were just as formidable.
An overwhelming desire for control wasn't always a good thing.
When we have the ability to match our desire for control, we naturally end up holding power. At the same time, we also end up being controlled by that power.
The Dark Lord, whose name almost no one had dared to mention in the past, had nearly become a joke in the eyes of Anton, that fun-loving guy.
A pitiful joke.
And, actually, there had been another joke like him before.
Voldemort was merely following in the footsteps of his dear professor, Albus Dumbledore.
As they used power to control others and impose rules on the world, they were also being controlled and ruled by power, by others, and by the world.
Anton couldn't claim to have read every magic book, but he had at least read most of the books in Hogwarts' School Library. What he