Should he stay and help the Order of the Phoenix, becoming an enemy of the entire American wizarding world alongside them?
Or should he leave and remain neutral, ignoring the conflict between the two sides?
Choosing sides had never been something Anton concerned himself with.
He merely frowned and looked back at the Fiendfyre shooting into the sky, wearing a thoughtful expression.
Bella screamed furiously at Anton, "How dare you ignore Chairman Riddle's words!"
Anton glanced back at her, then turned to Voldemort.
"Oh, dear Professor, your house is on fire. Shouldn't that be the first thing you deal with?"
He raised an eyebrow, his expression strange. "Haven't you noticed that this isn't ordinary Fiendfyre? The aura of the River of Fate boiling within those flames is so unique!"
The Lake of the Mind rippled. Information that Legilimency had read from the minds of many people present was quickly sorted and processed, and Anton instantly figured out what had happened.
Old Voldy had set the Magical Congress members against one another, stressing that European wizarding society wouldn't stand by and let American wizarding society rise. They would certainly send people to sabotage them, so everyone needed to stay alert.
Then, as luck would have it, members of the Order of the Phoenix really did show up. They were even discovered deep inside the Magical Congress Headquarters Building—the Department of Mysteries—and a battle broke out.
The most astonishing thing was—
All the Prophecy Orbs collected over the several hundred years since the Magical Congress was founded had been destroyed, and those things had reacted in a unique way with the Fiendfyre.
Anton could more or less work out what was going on.
Viewed from the perspective of Gray Magic, it was probably some kind of extremely mysterious Collective Consciousness, involving the