The things Anton had said about Fate never spread. His research into Gray Magic was only taught within Cabin; he had no plans to compile it into a book and help more people understand magic theory of that caliber.
In truth, those who needed to understand it already did—they just saw it from different perspectives.
Dumbledore had plenty of his own insights into Fate, too. When Harry and his friends came to him, anxious for answers, he simply smiled and offered them sweets.
"We pursue our ideals, so naturally we're prepared to face hardship."
Dumbledore was still the wise elder he had always been. Listening to him, Harry and Ron both fell quiet.
Hermione was still a little nervous. "But if we hold it on the Moon..."
Dumbledore shook his head. "Miss Granger, conflict is inevitable. Perhaps we would prefer to resolve it peacefully, but we can't underestimate how destructive the other side can be."
"Voldemort has been in contact with Muggle nuclear bombs for some time now."
"I imagine that, as someone from a Muggle family, you understand just how terrifying those weapons are."
Hermione nodded emphatically. "Yes. We were all there in New York when it happened."
"Oh, my memory is dreadful. I'm getting old." Dumbledore sighed. "Yes, you were there. You also showed great courage and ingenuity while clearing the Dark Magic Creatures from the city."
He lightly tapped a metal instrument on his desk and watched it spin. "What I've always feared most is that a conflict between the International Confederation of Wizards and the Magical Congress will lead them to use those terrible weapons again."
"If that happens, far too many innocent people will die."
"But if we hold that reform conference on the Moon, we'll have room to negotiate."
At worst...
They would merely