vncnus Chapter 70 Forced into rebellion by officials, the people had no choice but to rebel.
Chapter 70 Forced into rebellion by officials, the people had no choice but to rebel.
Chapter 71 Forced into rebellion by officials, the people had no choice but to rebel.
Harry was taken aback when he heard the name Grindelwald.
Isn't this guy the villain who wreaked havoc on the magical world? It turns out he's an old acquaintance of the professor.
He looked closely and saw that Grindelwald was handsome, had an imposing presence, and was skilled in spells. In just a few words, he pleased Dumbledore and invited him to be a guest of honor.
Harry thought to himself: This Grindelwald is really something else. If I met him, I would definitely be unable to resist having a chat and a drink with him.
Just then, the illusion suddenly changed, and Grindelwald and Dumbledore were once again side by side, staffs in hand, casting a series of dazzling spells.
During their comings and goings, hundreds of wizards could not get close to them.
"Al, only you deserve to stand by my side!"
"For the greater good!"
As the ancients said, things reach their extremes and then reverse; prosperity inevitably leads to decline. The illusion shifted again, and Grindelwald found himself facing off against Dumbledore's two brothers, each holding a staff, forming a three-way standoff.
Aberforth roared, "Get away from my house and don't come back!"
Grindelwald ignored him. "Al, come with me. We can do something great."
"Gail..." Albus shook his head and said, "Your interests are not noble..."
"Have you forgotten how your sister became like this—?"
Before he could finish speaking, Aberforth flew into a rage, "Shut up, Grindelwald! You dare mention my sister!"
"It's all those mutts' fault! They should be groveling at the wizard's feet!"
"Extremely painful!"
"Avada Kedavra!"
"Aberforth, Gael, stop—all curses are over!"
One after another, demonic spells erupted and joined together, overwhelming everything in their path and causing the heavens and earth to change color.
Just then, Ariana heard a noise outside the door, pushed it open, and was met by a beam of colorful light that crashed into her.
"No! Ariana!"
That shout was like a blow to Harry's heart.
When I came to my senses, there was no longer any earth-shattering battle; I was standing in front of the Pensieve.
Dumbledore ripped open his chest, exposing the bloody scars of his heart to Harry, like a candle flickering in the wind, its oil dwindling further.
"You see, Harry, in turbulent times, no one is spared."
"You can say my sister's death was just a coincidence, but how many wizards are there in the wizarding world? How many Muggles are there in the world? How many people have to endure this kind of accidental suffering?"
Dumbledore possessed the power of a Vajra, yet also displayed the compassion of a Bodhisattva. Even Shakyamuni Buddha, upon hearing this, would have composed a poem to evoke it, which is as follows:
War breaks out in the magical world, and even wands cannot protect loved ones.
Even the strong suffer misfortune, while the common people are like grass swirling in the wind.
Harry knew the pain of losing a blood relative unjustly; even tearing his heart to shreds with a steel knife wouldn't be as painful. He immediately cut his hair and bowed.
"The professor repays evil with kindness; he is truly a rare gentleman, far superior to Harry."
"Oh, Harry, you flatter me."
Dumbledore returned to his seat and said, "The current Minister of Magic, Fudge, is obsessed with power, but he's terribly afraid of me, always feeling that I'm going to take his place."
Even though I spent most of my later years at Hogwarts, he still arranged for Aurors to monitor me.
"If I rashly do something beyond the headmaster's authority, everyone in the Ministry of Magic will lose sleep."
Harry frowned and exclaimed, "Professor, are you saying you're going to abandon us again?"
"Of course not." Dumbledore blinked. "I just need evidence."
Harry, being a seasoned veteran of the underworld, immediately understood from these words that Dumbledore wanted a pretext to intervene.
He nodded and said, "This is easy to solve, but what about the secret room?"
"Don't worry, Harry, I've already figured out the Parseltongue and the petrification effect."
"I am relieved that the professor has the information."
He bowed and took his leave, but Dumbledore suddenly spoke up: "Harry, I want to know something."
"Why would you want to overthrow the Ministry of Magic? I really can't understand why a minor wizard would have such a crazy idea."
"Could you let me see your memories?"
Harry's impatient personality is almost innate. But how could he have rebellious thoughts at only twelve years old? What kind of injustice had he suffered?
Dumbledore said sincerely, "I know that memories are a very private matter, but you can embellish the memories themselves, as long as I know the details."
Harry thought to himself: It's rare for the professor to do something so heart-wrenching and painful. I might as well go and see for myself and witness his honesty.
He had mentally prepared all the details of the situation and said, "Professor, please. I have thought it through."
Dumbledore stood up and said solemnly, "Thank you for your trust, Harry." With that, he touched his temple with his wand and pulled, and those thoughts came out.
Harry cupped his hands in greeting and said, "Professor, please make yourself at home. I'm hungry and need to go eat something."
"Oh, hurry up, Harry, lunchtime will be over soon."
After he left, Dumbledore threw the thought into the Pensieve, lowered his head, and plunged into it.
When I opened my eyes, all I could see was a gray expanse all around me.
Dumbledore frowned. Where was this?
As he was pondering, he suddenly saw a short man outlined in mist lying on the bed. A short while later, a woman with a slender waist came and ate soup with him.
After only a few bites, the short man suddenly spat out a mouthful of black blood and stopped moving.
In a flash of illusion, another misty figure appeared, harassing a woman. The husband raised his fist to strike, but then hesitated and stopped.
Then, in another flash, a man wearing shackles appeared, and an old woman came to feed him, but a misty woman rushed over and repeatedly slapped him.
Dumbledore frowned. These... things happening in the Muggle world?
Just as I was feeling lost, I suddenly heard the sound of drums and gongs, and the battle cries shook the heavens!
The White Demon King looked closely and saw two groups of dark figures in the mist locked in a fierce struggle, each risking their lives in a wrestling match.
Banners fluttered wildly in the fog, swords and spears were brandished in the shadows, a chilling wind swept across the ground, and a murderous aura filled the sky. This army, blotting out the sun, numbered in the tens of thousands!
Dumbledore was horrified. What kind of war was this? Was it even larger than the war between the Malays and the Death Eaters?
He looked at the severed limbs and rivers of blood, when suddenly he heard a loud shout that shocked the entire army.
"The officials are forcing the people to rebel! They have no choice but to rebel!"
The menacing, imposing figure charged forward on horseback, sword in hand. Dumbledore couldn't make out his features, only noticing a large electric scar on his forehead.
"kill!"
Another shout startled Dumbledore, who returned to his office.
Is the government forcing the people to rebel?
Is this Harry's reason for rebelling?
The old professor stood there for a moment, then suddenly used a teleportation technique and disappeared. When he reappeared, he was already in Nurmengard Prison.
He went straight to the top floor, but saw a sentence carved on the prison door: "For the greater good."
Just then, a voice came from inside the cell, "Al? You've come to see me?"
The story goes: The White Demon King, seeking to uncover the hidden traitor, discovers the truth within the Pensieve. Fragments of events are filled with swords and spears, each one a forceful threat. He leaves the school and heads for prison, where his old friend is locked in shackles. But why would Dumbledore want to see this old acquaintance? We'll find out in the next chapter.
(End of this chapter)