Anton wasn't without ambition. Although his studies of magic and the power of the mind, along with the Cruciatus Curse torture he had endured at the hands of the Old Wizard he had traveled through time to meet, had left him looking a little mad, he still considered himself perfectly normal.
Normal people had ambitions.
He had simply understood what he wanted and devoted himself wholeheartedly to magic, shutting out everything else. He wasn't some saint who had renounced all worldly desires.
As he went from studying the power of an individual's mind to the power of the Collective Mind, from Potion-and-Charm Integration to the field of Ritual Magic, and now began to explore the realm of Gray Magic, he had increasingly turned toward the broad, sweeping aspects of magic.
This kind of magic was bound to require more and more people to participate.
What he had gained from his trip to New York had pointed him in the right direction on his magical path.
He had expanded his research from the magical effects an individual could produce on a larger scale to the magical effects produced by a collective of individuals on an even larger scale.
As he journeyed onward, he looked up at the stars and dreamed of the wondrous world humanity might one day build—a marvelous world where wizarding magic and Muggle technology came together.
The future was too far off, and Anton was too lazy.
He hoped he could help more people grow stronger through his classes, so they could benefit from his research and help influence and change the world.
He also hoped that perhaps one enormous spell could awaken Magical Power in every Muggle in the world. It didn't seem like an impossible fantasy.
As long as he kept exploring the realm of Gray