Space Magic Gate!

Everything was just right.

Anton's eye twitched. He and Dumbledore stared at each other.

"Oh no! Voldemort, that terrifying Dark Lord, is going to get the Elder Wand!" Anton said in a dry, emotionless voice. He tried to make his face look angry. "I suspect Grindelwald was behind all of this."

"It must be his scheme!"

"It must be Fate Magic that brought this about!"

"That despicable old man is letting Voldemort have the Elder Wand without its allegiance. This is bad, this is really bad! Voldemort will definitely come after poor little me, the one with the title of Master of the Elder Wand, and make us fight to the death while he sits back and reaps the benefits. How despicable!"

Go settle the score with Gellert, Dumbledore.

Come on, fight! Just fight already!

Dumbledore ignored Anton, who looked like he was waiting for a show. His gaze rested sorrowfully on the spot where Sirius had disappeared.

"Is this what he'll have to face in the future? The possibility of becoming Barty Crouch Jr. at any moment..."

Scrimgeour rushed over, staring in astonishment at what had happened. He seemed to have seen Sirius—or rather, Barty Crouch Jr., who had taken Polyjuice Potion. The bold Death Eater had dared to show up so openly in the Ministry of Magic, right in front of Dumbledore and Anton.

And then Barty Crouch Jr. had snatched the Elder Wand from Anton!

As a seasoned Auror, Scrimgeour even caught a look on Anton's face that seemed to say he was enjoying the spectacle.

Scrimgeour shook his head, thinking he was being a little paranoid.

He heard Anton's explanation and grew solemn. Grindelwald had brought Voldemort and Anton into conflict?

That was terrible!

So why was Anton making that face?

No, he must have seen