Living Is Just Too Hard

Anton had not yet finished writing Wizard is God. Bit by bit, he was incorporating knowledge of various spells and such into the book, making it more suitable for teaching.

Since he intended to compile a textbook, he could not write it as inscrutably as he had written Muggles, Werewolves, and Pure-Bloods.

He had to explain things in a simple, accessible way.

For example, the Explosion Curse Sirius Black taught could fill an entire chapter on its own. Sometimes, as he wrote, Anton came up with more ideas. Some were added in, while others had to be recorded in his notebook.

This was not merely writing a book; it was also a review and summary of everything he had learned since studying magic.

Perhaps to later generations, writing books like these would be enough for Anton to be called "great." The thought thrilled him.

But the great Anton was not focused on writing books at this moment.

He had something more important to do!

He needed to write an article to curse Voldemort back!

Compared to Old Voldy's articles that practically named names while insulting people, Anton's standards were far higher. He was the "great" Anton, after all. He had to maintain some style.

He would not curse people. He was civilized. His sights were set on the stars and the sea—the vast Wizarding World.

Thus, on such a bright and sunny morning, while Hagrid was once again introducing the Young Wizards to some exceedingly dangerous magical creature, Anton sat beneath the shade of a tree and wrote with sweeping strokes.

—"Immersion in Dark Magic leads to psychological distortion!"

Of course, psychological distortion was not the sort of "perversion" people usually used as an insult. It meant a change in one's nature.

Different kinds of magic had varying degrees of