RNP Chapter 133 Gale's Epiphany
Chapter 133 Gale's Epiphany
Chapter 133 Gale's Epiphany
"Gail!" Dumbledore's voice rang out behind Gale, a hint of anger faintly audible.
It was so sudden; they just dropped the news outright.
It's different from what we discussed before.
Fortunately, Gale only mentioned a part of Voldemort's magic and didn't say it was Voldemort's Horcruxes. I was already in the thick of it, so Dumbledore had no choice but to accept it. He couldn't just forget about watching Harry Potter altogether.
"Is this true, Headmaster?" Little Harry felt nauseous.
At this moment, the two wizards standing at the pinnacle of the magical world were wrestling with each other, pushing and pinching each other, too busy to say anything more. Perhaps their wands were just for show.
Ryan explained to his younger brother Harry, "It's true, but Harry, magic has no good or evil, no black or white. The real problem is the people who use magic."
"Of course, the concepts of black magic and white magic exist. But they are just classifications; we can't condemn all black magic users and praise all white magic users. Because magic is just magic, and the wizard is the fundamental element."
Harry raised his voice: "But we're taking Defense Against the Dark Arts, not Defense Against the White Arts!"
In this situation, one sentence slipped directly from Ryan's mouth: "I am the acting professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts."
Nobody knows more about black magic than me—can you possibly know more about it than me?
Halfway through his sentence, Ryan remembered that there were two Dark Lords in the room, and he had to swallow back the words "No one knows more about Dark Magic than me": "Believe me, Harry. The so-called Defense Against the Dark Arts class is just a convention in the wizarding world over the years, and it's true that Dark Magic does damage the caster's mind to some extent. It doesn't mean that using Dark Magic makes someone an irredeemable villain."
"On the contrary, very few of the dark wizards I've encountered over the years start with a dark spell, because they know that prolonged immersion in dark magic will damage their minds. The spells that so-called dark wizards commonly use are ordinary white magic, such as the Shattering Charm or the Explosion Charm, etc."
Since Flitwick and Nicolas Flamel, those two unsophisticated old men, were currently marveling at the little battle between the Dark Lord and the White Lord, watching intently, they had no time to explain profound questions to young Harry.
Ryan then casually pulled out a portion of his memories and showed it to Harry, whose beliefs were crumbling.
These are all scenes from when he encountered the dark wizard while taking leave during summer vacation or school.
As he just said, apart from a few who were no longer quite clear-headed and raised an Unforgivable Curse as a sign of respect, most dark wizards started with the three-piece combo of Explosion, Shatter, and Slice. A small number of dark wizards were more technical and greeted each other with combination spells.
"These are all based on my previous practical experience. See, I didn't lie to you, did I?" he said.
Harry nodded knowingly.
"So, whether you want the power or not, we have to make that part of Voldemort's magic within you your own." Ryan pressed his advantage, getting Harry to sign a contract of servitude.
Harry: I volunteer to become a special staff member of the Voldemort Research Group and to accept the education and training of the other members of the Voldemort Research Group.
Harry: Something feels off.
weekend.
"We'll be at the Hogwarts gates in 10 minutes," Larvin messaged via communicator.
"Okay. I'll wait for you," Ryan replied.
He is currently in the principal's office.
He used to be able to come to the principal's office at night to chat with the principal, but he can't anymore. Now there are two people living in the principal's office.
Nicolas Flamel doesn't live on campus; he has his own luxurious magical villa. Ryan goes there for extra lessons in the evenings, but then has to return to Hogwarts.
"Judging from the imagery in the prophecy, it should be around noon. I'll go check it out with Senior Scholar Lars and the others. If you, Mr. Gale, also have time, I suggest you go as well."
He thought about the useful information he had gathered so far this semester and realized that there wasn't a single piece of information he could handle. As usual, perhaps he couldn't solve this problem either.
It's not a big deal if it can't be solved, because there's a forgetting spell.
The most crucial issue is that tourist attractions like the Eiffel Tower, with their constant flow of people, are generally under constant surveillance, and there's likely even backup data stored.
A wizard can't exactly cast a forgetting spell in front of a camera, can he? The camera is a machine, and it doesn't respond to magic.
"It's been a while since I've been to Paris. Last time I was in Paris, I wanted to set off some fireworks, but I was stopped." Gale rummaged through the bookshelf in the principal's office. His aged back showed no signs of hunching. Even though he was thin, one could still see the heroic and extraordinary demeanor he had in his youth.
"If you want to set off fireworks again, I have a suggestion. You can change the location. I recommend Mount Fuji in Japan. The power there is tremendous," Ryan said with a smile, his words sincere.
"That place," he thought, "isn't impossible. Back then, I thought those people were practically unevolved monkeys, a degenerate species from an uncivilized wasteland." Gale thought about what those Japanese devils had done back then, and he felt that Ryan's suggestion wasn't out of the question.
Does it matter what the attitudes of the Japanese Magic Institute and the Japanese government are?
The noble wizard said he would kill their whole family, and he killed their whole family. That's the Black King's toughness!
"Okay, if you want to set off fireworks, remember to call me, I'll help you out."
Even when facing Dumbledore, Lane used the formal "you" in a teasing tone.
But this time, when facing Mr. Gale, Ryan's use of the polite form of address was a heartfelt expression of respect.
"Sure, sure. We'll contact each other via communicator. By the way, I heard from Albus that you're very knowledgeable about Eastern cultures. I happened to see something yesterday that I didn't understand." Gail picked up the book.
The book is called the *Shangshu* (Book of Documents), and the volume he is currently reading is titled *Pangeng, Part 1*.
He read the sentence above in fluent Chinese: "Like a fire spreading across a plain, impossible to approach, yet still extinguishable?" What is your understanding of this sentence?
Ryan immediately recognized the origin of this famous quote and explained to Gail, "Literally, it describes a fire that starts in the field, making it impossible for anyone to get close, let alone put it out."
"The fire started in the fields, and it gradually grew from a few sparks into a raging inferno. This led to the saying that a single spark can start a prairie fire."
"A single spark can start a prairie fire—so this is how flames can be." Gale mused, watching the tiny sparks accumulate and spread, infiltrating every corner and aspect of the flames.
He stood there with the book in his hand, his eyes vacant and unfocused.
But deep within his eyes, a faint blue firework flickered, transcending its original domineering and destructive nature, becoming scattered and chaotic, yet seemingly intent on burning everything in the world.
Ryan suddenly felt that something was wrong with the old man in front of him.
In his original perception, Grindelwald's long imprisonment had caused him to fall behind Dumbledore in magical skill.
Moreover, he lost the domineering, arrogant, and self-centered nature of the first Dark Lord, which can be seen in the text. This was something Voldemort could not possess, because it was a quality that only the Dark Lord, who could command tens of thousands of saints, possessed.
But now—
For a moment, he suddenly could no longer sense Grindelwald's presence; it was as if he were facing an ordinary old man who did not possess any magic.
But in the next instant, he felt as if he were in an overwhelming sea of fire, an unimaginable sea of fire made up of countless tiny sparks.
It is everywhere, it penetrates every nook and cranny, and it burns everything.
"This is an epiphany! Report him, it's pointless, this guy's been fired!"
Ryan cried out silently in his heart.