Professor Snape could do whatever he wanted. Anton couldn't stop him, and there was no need to.
After all, he had already preserved Old Snape's life existence. He had plenty of ways to bring him back from the World of the Dead.
Go wild. I'll cover you.
At some point, after Anton had made new breakthroughs in the field of Horcruxes, these people had all suddenly realized their benefits and joined in the research.
Oh, of course Horcruxes were incredibly useful.
Naturally, Anton couldn't give up studying this marvelous magic, either.
In fact, while opening up the Earth-Moon Space Transit Channel, he had figured out a few things.
Since all the major factions had turned their attention to Horcruxes, and Neville was researching them too, Anton simply started sharing his findings on the subject in Cabin.
It was worth mentioning that Ron was there, too.
No one knew how deeply the Order of the Phoenix's operation in New York had affected the boy. Yes, it seemed that no one cared what he thought at all.
Poor Ron had always been overlooked.
Harry had grown ever more consumed by his hatred of Voldemort. Like a madman, he went to the school library every day to scour the forbidden books, hoping to find "the magic of hatred."
Ron had tried to talk him out of it. He thought it was wrong, but Harry would never listen to him.
Hermione hadn't tried to talk him out of it. Ever since she had failed to win the championship at the Top 100 Tournament, she had often seemed lost in thought.
Some Gryffindor girls laughed that someone as proud as Hermione couldn't take a setback. But Ron knew she was only thinking about her future and the direction of her magic. She was just temporarily