The Periodic Table of Words and Spirits at Hogwarts - Chapter 472
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“You’re going to kill him, then what?”
A smile appeared on Mr. Lin’s face again, but this time it wasn’t a well-meaning mockery between old friends, but a real mockery.
“What then”?
Dumbledore was obviously bewildered by the words of Mr. Lin.
“I mean you killed him and completely disintegrated his power. The wizards of England sang and danced after his death, and the pub in Moghold village even went into a carnival.”
“And then? What will happen after that”?
The old man tilted his head and looked at Dumbledore with a look that could almost be called pity.
“Everything is back to normal, and the wizarding world of England is back in order.”
Dumbledore frowned and replied very firmly.
“wrong”.
Mr. Lin shook his head gently.
“What’s wrong”?
Dumbledore was completely confused this time.
“After you kill him, the magical world of England will fall into a carnival, and then you will usher in a long-lost order, and the wizards can finally walk on the streets openly.”
“But is it really all over”?
Mr. Lin smiled slightly and asked Dumbledore back.
“It’s really Voldemort who started all this”?
“Isn’t it”?
Dumbledore’s brows were already furrowed.
“Without the support of those pure-blooded families, how could this stupid lunatic get to where he is now”?
“Don’t you really think that this lunatic has won over so many people just by virtue of his talent?”
Mr. Lin sighed, and then continued:
“In the beginning, those pure-blood families and him should have used each other. He has strength and talent, and has the dream of pure-blood families, so naturally he has their support.”
“Those half-blood families must think that Voldemort will be the sharpest dagger in their hands, so they provide him with a lot of resources, and even call him master against their will, but they are just laughing at his stupidity in their hearts.”
“You have some truth in what you said, but I have a question – so why are all the pure blood families now willing to him”?
Dumbledore nodded thoughtfully, then asked.
“Because they’re off.”
Mr. Lin replied lightly:
“They gave him the best resources and the best potions. The vast ancient books of black magic in the family treasure house let him inquire at will, and a large number of rare materials were directly provided to him for experiments.”
“His strength is the guarantee of these families. After all, who would dislike the knife in his hand being too sharp?”
“It’s a pity that they really got away with it.”
A schadenfreude flashed across the old man’s face.
“They raised a dog at home and fed it countless meat and bones, hoping that this dog will grow up brave and be able to kill the enemy for them.”
“However, no one noticed that this mighty wolf dog is actually a real wolf! Feed the unfamiliar wolf!”
“Now it seems that the wolf has killed a few idiots and forced others to feed him more meat, and named those idiots as servants.”
“It can only be said that it is retribution.”
After the old man said all this, Dumbledore fell into a moment of thought.
“Then how do I change this”?
Dumbledore seemed to be decades old when he asked this question.
“I don’t know, the specific path needs you to try it out, it’s none of our business.”
Mr. Lin looked out the window gently, the sky was already dark, and the rain became more violent.
The newly blooming jasmine flowers swayed in the wind and rain, and the bright yellow and vibrant petals were swept up by the strong wind, and then fell to the ground, stained with dirty muddy water.
“It’s raining heavily, and no one can avoid the fate of wet shoes.”
The old man leaning on the head of the bed muttered to himself.
………………
“Mr. Dumbledore, are you done talking now”?
After a while, the people who were talking in low voices finally saw Dumbledore come out of the room.
“Yes, Mr. Lin has his own philosophical concepts. He believes that death is just the beginning of a greater adventure. I can’t persuade him. From this point of view, he is indeed much stronger than me.”
Dumbledore closed the door and sighed softly.
“Mr. Hilbert, are you still planning to go back”?
Dumbledore asked softly.
“I’m going to live here for a while without worrying about my studies, Mr. Principal, I never cared about that.”
Zhang Qi shook his head.
“Okay, then I look forward to seeing you next semester. I have to go back first.”
Dumbledore waved his hand, and then strode out the door.
The torrential rain outside poured directly on the old man’s body, and instantly penetrated the outer robe and wet his beard.
The old man just walked forward step by step in the storm, Zhang Qi wanted to step forward to stop it, but was pulled by Shen Jian.
“Let the old man be quiet.”
Under the dim light of the street lamp, Dumbledore’s figure appeared a little hunched over, looking a little desolate.
“Fox”.
The old man pursed his lips lightly, and a small group of golden flames exploded in front of him.
The big golden-red bird squeezed out of the flame with some effort~www.mtlnovel.com~ and then made a chirping tweet.
It’s just that no matter which direction the name is heard from, there seems to be a hint of complaint.
“What? You almost didn’t come here just now”?
Dumbledore touched his phoenix in surprise, and the water droplets on his body evaporated at the moment of contact with the golden red flame.
“Ah, don’t worry, the magical environment in China is special compared to Europe, and it’s normal for you to feel that you can’t squeeze in.”
The old man comforted his phoenix, and then continued:
“Take me to Nurmengard, please, I need to meet that old friend urgently.”
Phoenix lightly blinked his eyes, and then let out a loud chirping.
Large groups of golden red flames exploded from it, and then those flames began to slowly condense into the air like toothpaste, and finally condensed into a huge fireball.
“Tsk, has the magical turbulence of Shenzhou reached such a level? This is too inconvenient for the Floo Network.”
Dumbledore grumbled softly, then grabbed his phoenix.
The fireball shrouded one person and one bird, and with a slight popping sound, the two disappeared in place.
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“Damn, this value is wrong”!
At the same time, in a white building far away in the suburbs, the young Chinese occult doctor was staring at the display in a daze.
Then, after finally reacting, he immediately slapped the button, accompanied by the blue flash of the hidden antenna, the recording tape slowly spit out, leaving a long trace.
The doctor grabbed the tape, and while copying the data, cursed something in a low voice.
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