Anton's spellcasting had been an absolute rush. It might have looked like nothing more than standing on the moon and waving gently at Earth, but that gesture contained every insight into magic he had ever gained.
Those who knew Anton well had witnessed every step that had brought him this far. None of it had come from nowhere.
And precisely because they knew Anton so well, they understood with perfect clarity that his path of magic would not end here.
Still, Anton had enjoyed himself. Now it was Old Dumbledore's turn to deal with the headaches.
The International Statute of Secrecy no longer seemed necessary.
Someone like Anton was never going to take in the Magical Congress's entire army of a hundred thousand. He had no desire to spend every day worrying about how to feed that many followers.
Every one of those people had their own demands, their own desires. Ha, did Anton look willing to entertain them?
At most, he would select people who could already offer the Pioneer Organization something useful and bring them into the Navigators' ranks.
Hannah, the Pioneer Organization's housekeeper, clearly approved of Anton's approach. At the International Confederation of Wizards' subsequent meeting to divide the spoils, she picked out only a few things.
The Magical Congress's Gringotts.
The Magical Congress's magical research records, book collections, and supplies of magical materials.
The Institute of Magical Bloodline Research and the Office of Technology and Magic, those two research institutes.
Ultimately, the Pioneer Organization really was just an organization of magical research enthusiasts. Its core Cabin Members had little interest in politics.
Anton, Anna, George, Fred, Neville, Hannah, Ron, and Goyle.
And Hermione, Harry, Dudley, Draco, and Crabbe, who were gradually becoming part of the Cabin Collective.
As for the Navigators outside the Cabin, they clearly