The Rise of the Muggles at Hogwarts

Chapter 214 Will the dead be resurrected?

"I'm fine, Gail!"

Dumbledore's weak voice echoed in the room. He lowered his head and his voice was low and muffled.

"Whether it's okay or not, it's up to me! Not you!" Grindelwald's voice was angry and mixed with strong uneasiness.

He couldn't believe what would have happened if Dumbledore had entered that great adventure before him!

"I'm fine." He said again, leaning against the wooden fence, looking at the mountains in the distance, with a helpless smile on his face, and said self-deprecatingly: "We are all old."

"old?"

A trace of cruelty flashed in Grindelwald's eyes, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and he said with disdain: "That idiot doesn't know who he has offended!"

"Decades have passed, and today's wizards have become more and more stupid. Is that Voldemort? Huh! Sad bastard!"

"Gale!" Dumbledore frowned, turned around and called, "Don't be impulsive. You should know very well that now..."

"I can't beat him?"

Grindelwald revealed the truth that he didn't want to tell. He was afraid of hurting his old friend. He was so proud!

That entire era was named after him.

"It's not just these..." The old principal hesitated, his tone filled with unprecedented fatigue, the aura only exuded by people in despair.

Desolate...lonely!

"What's that expression on your face?" Seeing his old rival's expression of decadence, Grindelwald felt an unexpected anger rising in his heart.

Dumbledore, who was confronting him, had never had such an expression before. This man who always looked at everything with a wise eye actually showed a confused expression like a child at this moment.

That momentary appearance of aging deeply hurt Grindelwald's heart, as if...as if...he had lost something important.

"A brat, did he push you to this point?" There was only two words written on his old and withered face: anger.

This was definitely not the Dumbledore he knew.

"I need help." Dumbledore sighed.

"I'm here to help you!" Grindelwald responded without any hesitation.

"No - it's not just these - I -"

At this time, there was a sudden knock on the door at the top of the mountain, and the two people in the room immediately turned their attention to the simple door.

"Please come in." Dumbledore stopped what he was about to say and turned around and said loudly.

"Squeak—" The door was slowly pushed open.

An unexpected person appeared in front of the door.

"Miss Zhang."

"I need your help." As soon as Qingqiu entered the door, she showed a completely different temperament from a year ago. At that time, her expression was always mixed with a little laziness, and a vague arrogance surrounded her. around her.

But now, what I can see intuitively is the decisiveness, and the anger behind the decisiveness, the primitive anger.

"Me?" Dumbledore asked with a normal expression, "Where is the Master?"

"He doesn't want to be involved in these things. Besides, you caused this, Dumbledore. You have an unshirkable responsibility." Then Qingqiu's face darkened, "Don't tell me that you were also involved."

As she spoke, she waved her jade fan lightly, and pieces of parchment appeared out of thin air, accumulating and floating in front of Dumbledore.

Those were all obtained from Zhou Ya's hands, the association's dirty work over the years.

"This is..." With just a casual glance, Dumbledore's eyes under his half-moon glasses shook violently.

Then, he quickly held the documents in his hands and flipped through the pages.

His face became colder accordingly.

Especially after he saw that during the First Wizarding War, the Federation actually tried to lure Voldemort to direct the war to Europe.

In an instant, the wooden table next to Dumbledore burst into flames.

The flames are blazing, symbolizing his anger.

The firelight reflected on his cold cheeks, and for a moment, a terrifying aura emanated from the twilight old man.

"Are these true?" Dumbledore asked in a cold tone.

"Otherwise, how can I come back to you?" Qingqiu sneered, "Since the Federation is no longer reliable, at least you, the greatest white wizard, can still shoulder the responsibility, haha ​​- can you?"

Her lips were frivolous, and a strong sense of ridicule was about to come out.

"They (the Federation) are arrogant and cruel. How much time do they have before they turn their guns on us (ordinary wizards)?" Suddenly, Grindelwald said quietly from the side.He stood behind Dumbledore, just in time to see the words written in sin.

"Doesn't this sound familiar?"

"Albus!"

Hearing this, Dumbledore remained silent. Of course he knew when he started saying those words. It was when Grindelwald organized a rally at Père Lachaise Cemetery in Montmartre, Paris, and gave a speech. Passed.

At that time, both he and Newt thought it was Grindelwald's trick to encourage people.

How could he have imagined that this reality would be so shocking!

How dare they?How dare they! !

In an instant, Dumbledore was greatly shaken in his heart, and those things he once believed in gradually turned into a joke.What a big joke!

"What do you want to do!" After a long time, the old principal raised his head and said slowly. He looked a little older, and his clear blue eyes were now cloudy.

"Kill the chicken to scare the monkey. Find all the participants and hold them accountable. Prison or death!" Qingqiu said coldly, "Then make all the information public. The public has the right to know the truth."

————The surrounding suddenly became quiet.

Dumbledore sighed softly, looked at Qingqiu and said: "You are right, they are all right, they do deserve to pay the price, but have you ever thought about it, if you plan to announce this, the International Federation of Wizards will be finished. In this world where the magic world of various countries is relatively closed, once the only communication channel disappears, how many changes will happen in the future? How many people will die as a result."

"So if you help them cover it up, no one will die?" Qingqiu's expression suddenly turned ferocious, even vicious, "Why, are you suddenly disappointed in human nature again? Such love! Tolerance! Just say it casually Where’s the stuff?”

"If you really cared, if you cared from the beginning, none of this would have happened. In that case, why bother pretending and being hypocritical now!"

She walked up to Dumbledore step by step, forcing him step by step.

"Dumbledore, you make me sick!"

Qingqiu raised his head, stared at him, and said through gritted teeth.Then he snatched the parchments from his hands.

Turned around and left here.

The old man looked at her figure, staggering a little, but at the critical moment, he still firmly grasped the hand of Grindelwald who wanted to teach this ignorant little girl a lesson.

"Forget it, let her be!" he said.

At least what Qingqiu said was true. He had not paid much attention to the affairs of the Federation over the years. He never dreamed that those guys would become so corrupt.

Respect yourself!

"She is too young and does not understand the limits of human power." Grindelwald said silently. He also saw those documents and naturally understood the shortcomings caused by Dumbledore's laissez-faire as the president of the Federation over the years.

In Nurmengard at that time, the kid named Anthony told him about the changes outside over the years.So he was somewhat mentally prepared.

But when things have come to this point, even he may not be convinced if he says that Dumbledore has no responsibility at all.

but...

Think about the headmaster of Hogwarts, who had to deal with himself when he was young, and after his fall, Voldemort began to rise again.

He spent too much energy on dealing with Voldemort, which was probably one of the reasons why the Federation lost control.

"By the way, what you just said is not only this, but what else?" In order to calm down Dumbledore's mood at this moment, Grindelwald changed the subject without missing a beat.

"and also..."

Hearing the sound, the old principal's forehead started to hurt. He stretched out his hand to rub it, and images of his battle with Voldemort began to appear in his mind.

In the beginning, he was indeed suppressed by Voldemort.

The new body brought by the Sorcerer's Stone was very powerful. At least in terms of the total amount of magic power in the body, Voldemort far surpassed himself.

But it’s just too much.

It's so much that the human body simply can't bear it.

After several rounds of fighting, as the spells released by the two of them became more and more powerful, Dumbledore could clearly sense that Voldemort's body was being torn apart from the inside by something.

After just a few spells, blood started to flow from his nose.

The skin also suddenly became red, even a little too red, as if blood seeped out of the pores.

When he discovered the opportunity, he naturally would not sit still and wait for death. He immediately pursued the victory, and around Tom, his lackeys also began to launch sneak attacks on him.

Bellatrix Lestrange, Kirabastan Lestrange, Amycus Carrow, Alecto Carrow, etc., his former students, all stretched out towards him. Out comes the wand.

To be honest, at that moment, he was very sad.At Hogwarts, he treated students from every house equally, and would not favor a wizard just because he was born in that house (there was no Harry at that time).

Those children, the children who confronted him.Although I didn't care much about him, I didn't mean to suppress or oppress him.

In any case, he is still their professor and their principal. He has never had children in his life, and the students are his children.

The confrontation between father and son is always a human tragedy.

But, at least it's very easy to deal with them.

None of the so-called terrifying Death Eaters could last more than a few rounds in his hands.

He was quickly defeated.

Originally, Dumbledore thought he was sure of victory. At that time, Tom was obviously on the verge of physical collapse.Maybe he has some back-up plan, or a way to die together.

But at the time, he was in the midst of an emotional outburst.

Nurmengard was in ruins, and there were even places where blood seeped out under the bricks. He really thought that his old friend died here.

Died in the prison he sent to with his own hands.

In anger, the old principal didn't worry too much, but just when he was about to succeed...

An incredible face - Dumbledore thought he had seen some kind of hallucination. The figure he owed a lot to, the girl who made Snape fall to him, actually appeared in front of him.

Lily? !

Lily Evans?

The great mother who protected her children and died tragically at the hands of Voldemort, that kind-hearted girl who could not be found in the entire Hogwarts, that girl who can be remembered forever by all the professors, appeared so openly and justly In front of him!

How can it be?

For a moment, Dumbledore was in a state of confusion, because he immediately judged through magic that the other party was not a puppet or a fantasy.

She was alive, and although her skin was fair, her eyes were clear, and her dark green eyes were just like Harry's, and she didn't look like a dead person at all.

And at the moment when he lost consciousness, Lily suddenly raised her hand and hit him with a magic spell.

Although it wasn't a death curse, it still hurt him.

To this day, Dumbledore still remembers Tom's manic laughter before leaving.

"Haha! After seeing Dumbledore, I no longer need Horcruxes. I have defeated the God of Death, haha!"

"No! From now on, I will be the God of Death!"

He smiled arrogantly and left Nurmengard with the help of his entourage.

...

"Gale!" Dumbledore, who had regained his composure, asked hesitantly: "Can the dead be resurrected?"

"Huh? What's your problem..." Grindelwald was suddenly stunned, not understanding why his old friend suddenly mentioned this matter.

"When we were young, we were obsessed with the Three Holy Artifacts. Legend has it that anyone who possesses the Three Holy Artifacts will become the master of Death."

"Could it be that the God of Death really exists in this world?"

"What did you see?" Grindelwald frowned and recalled the days of his pursuit of the Deathly Hallows. Of course he had heard the legends told by Dumbledore.

But he never believed it.

In his eyes, the Deathly Hallows are just more powerful legendary magic items.

As for his old friend, as far as he knew, he should have the same idea as him. Why did he suddenly ask about this?

Unless - unless he knew something?

Or - what have you seen with your own eyes?

"Magic is too vast, and I can only get a glimpse of it. I used to be convinced, but now I am a little hesitant. What if there is really magic that I don't know about? Or it is taboo magic research left by some dark wizards." Dumbledore leaned against the wooden fence on the balcony and continued: "If Death does not exist, then who created the Resurrection Stone?"

"Does the wizard who created him have the ability to cross the forbidden door and bring the dead back to reality?"

"Even if not, will the Resurrection Stone be the same as the Philosopher's Stone and have other uses?"

"Albus!" Suddenly, Grindelwald scolded him coldly, "You are in too deep."

"I don't know what you know or what you have seen, but can you stop burying all the secrets in your heart like you did before?"

"That boy Anthony is indeed right. You, Dumbledore, have never been a sincere person, you are so thoughtful!"

"Tell me, what do you know!"