When Anton returned to the Moon Station, he had the rare good fortune to run into Dudley.
Since Vernon Dursley had chosen to follow Goblin Pedro and throw himself wholeheartedly into the work of the Goblin clan, Dudley seemed to be changing too.
No one knew what the chubby boy was thinking. The child, who had once been a bit of a hooligan, had grown increasingly composed.
They said that both Professor Snape and Professor Fiennes liked the hardworking, talented boy and were willing to teach him more about Potions.
Like Hermione, he was Muggle-born, but with talent only for sports and Potions, he might have understood sooner than she had where he should focus his efforts.
"Anton..."
Dudley seemed a little afraid of Anton, yet felt a strange sort of admiration for him. Carefully, he set the potion bottle in his hand on the table.
His father had once given him a very serious lecture: "You must remember who changed your family's fate. It was Anton, Anthony Weasley! He gave you the ability to do magic, made your mother's dream of becoming a witch come true, and gave me the chance to follow Mr. Pedro."
Mr. Dursley wasn't about to explain to his foolish son the delicate position the Dursley family would occupy in the Wizarding World after becoming Goblin managers. Dudley was still too young to understand such things.
But at least Dudley understood how respectfully he should treat Anton.
"What's this?"
Anton curiously picked up the Glass Bottle in his hand, gave it a shake, and studied the potion inside. Suddenly, his eyes lit up.
"Wow~"
He blinked in amazement and looked at Dudley. "Did you make this?"
Dudley ducked his head and said quietly, "Professor Snape and Professor Fiennes helped a lot."
"What's that?" Harry asked