Anton had not agreed to Fudge's suggestion of bringing Umbridge, whom he disliked, to the school.
Aside from Cornelius Fudge, with whom he had a reasonably pleasant working relationship, and Old Ronaldo, the seasoned office veteran who had mentored him during his internship at the Auror Office, he had little desire to spend time with other politically minded creatures.
People like Umbridge, Lucius, and Percy.
That was simply his nature. He preferred to consider and observe everything in the world through the lens of magic.
That was also why he was not particularly close to Dumbledore or Grindelwald, yet had something of a love-hate relationship with Voldemort.
Oh, speaking of Professor Voldemort, Anton could not help considering a rather complicated subject.
There seemed to be coincidences of fate running through his relationships with all his mentors, whether Goblin Pedro and Fiennes or Dumbledore and Voldemort.
Master and apprentice got along wonderfully.
That also left him somewhat hesitant about taking Harry Potter as an apprentice.
As for their similar ages, that did not bother him. Ultimately, as someone who had transmigrated into this world, his actual age was something of a mystery anyway.
Besides, this was a magical world where immense power could reside in a single person. Take Voldemort's old classmates—even those who had not become Old Voldy's subordinates would hardly dare greet him as an equal, saying, "Hey, Tom, long time no see! You've been pretty damn badass all these years!"
They would probably receive only one response—"Avada Kedavra!"
With these thoughts on his mind, Anton made his unhurried way to the Animagus Office, on the same floor as the Minister's Office. The place was bustling, with people coming up the separate staircase beside it and hurrying in and out.
Previously, Anton had caused an uproar in the Ministry