The Reverence of Meeting a Godfather

A journey of a thousand miles begins beneath one's feet.

Understanding certain principles did not mean they truly belonged to you.

Snape's lessons on Voldemort's Flying Charm were merely the beginning. Dumbledore's masterclass had only covered an introduction, and the teaching materials Anton had compiled for the Dark Wizards and Muggle-born Squibs under his command were only half finished.

The complex magical ritual devised by the three old Acolytes Lockhart had summoned to counter Dumbledore's Binding Curse, as well as the Alchemy item the Potter family had contributed concerning "Squib Magic Outbursts accompanied by Innate Magical Talent," had only just entered the initial stages of research.

The Chameleon Slugs and Hoklaps—pink mushrooms with octopus tentacles—had only just begun to be bred. Research into their Innate Magical Talent was even further down the list.

Not to mention the Cottage Deck, serving as the "Research Center" of the Ministry of Magic's Animagus Office, with its research into Muggle-born Squibs, the practical application of the "Wizarding World" live-action strategy game, and so on.

Look at that. Anton had so much to do.

Whether the infiltrator was Barty Crouch Jr. or not, whether it had anything to do with Sirius Black or not, he simply tossed the matter aside and never worried about it again.

Only the passion for magic deep in his heart kept Anton utterly absorbed.

Next, Anton immersed himself in the wonderful book Deciphering Advanced Dark Magic. After all, Horcruxes were merely one type of Advanced Dark Magic introduced in the book.

And so, he attended classes, wrote down his insights, fed Fat Ball, the Chameleon Slugs, and other magical creatures, all while practically clutching that book in his hands.

Everyone in the Cottage had plenty to do. Even Hannah, the poorest student among them, held onto Wizard is God, compiled