When everyone's attention was on Anton, few people noticed how powerful the other members of Cabin had become.
The world was always like this. Before, Dumbledore's brilliance had shone so brightly that it made many powerful wizards seem dull by comparison.
During the trip to New York, Neville had faced a combined attack from no fewer than four Aurors from the American Ministry of Magic—and beaten every one of them in a direct confrontation!
That wasn't even counting the astonishing Cruciatus Curse he'd cast.
While the Order of the Phoenix veterans stared in stunned disbelief and Harry and the others cried out, whoosh—Voldemort was sent flying.
He'd even lain on the ground, groaning for a few moments.
If the other Death Eaters and the Squib troops armed with guns and rocket launchers hadn't been there, Professor McGonagall wouldn't have held back and stopped Neville, choosing to avoid escalating the conflict and protect the other members and the children. Neville would definitely have fired a second spell.
That was the kind of wizard Anton had carefully trained.
"An extraordinarily resilient will, and an unyielding tenacity." Those were the powers Anton had uncovered deep within Neville's heart.
Anton, too, was exploring the power of the human heart, but he followed a path entirely different from Dumbledore's. He was more interested in the connection between the mind and magic.
The result was that he could easily uncover the abilities hidden within any wizard.
"Everyone is a vast gold mine. Perhaps talent determines whether that mine is open to the sky or buried deep underground—or perhaps it determines the quality of the ore..."
Anton looked seriously at Draco, Harry, and Hermione. "But believe me, my friends, you're nowhere near the point where you have to rely on talent."
"Every soul is equally great. You