NABC Chapter 393 Plan Agreed
Chapter 393 Plan Agreed
Chapter 393 Plan Agreed
Mike said nothing, frowning as he waited for Dumbledore's answer.
The latter shook his head upon seeing this and said helplessly:
"Although I hate to admit it, I have to say that Voldemort is stronger than me. We simply can't kill him on the spot."
"Are you kidding me? You're Dumbledore."
"No, I don't. Voldemort is indeed stronger than me. If I were 30 years younger, I could still defeat Voldemort, but not now. After all, I am over 100 years old. Mike, in Muggle legends, wizards should become more powerful as they age, but this is not the case in reality. Wizards do live longer than Muggles, but this comes at a price. And that price is magic.
In simple terms, wizards accumulate a lot of magic power when they are young, but when they get old, the magic power will continue to feed back to the body to maintain the body's functions, but in this way, the wizard's magic power will slowly decline. "Dumbledore continued, "Of course, although my magic power has declined, the foundation is still there. Although I admit that Voldemort is stronger than me, the gap between us is not that big. We are in a situation where neither of us can kill the other, because as long as one of us wants to run, the other side will have no way to stop us.
The only difference is that even if Voldemort fights me, he will still have some strength to spare, and those of you who fight with me will be in trouble. What's more, Voldemort has some unknown means of saving his life, so forget your plan."
Mike felt a little disappointed after listening to Dumbledore's long speech. Although Mike had guessed that Dumbledore's strength might be weaker than Voldemort when reading the original book (otherwise Dumbledore would just rush up and kill Voldemort), he still felt uncomfortable after hearing Dumbledore admit it himself, because this meant that his plan had failed halfway before it even began.
But giving up easily is not Mike's style. After thinking for a moment, Mike gritted his teeth and said:
"Principal Dumbledore, I think our plan is still worth executing. You may not know that I have a wizard force that can be used for this operation. As long as you and I join forces, although our power is not enough to kill Voldemort directly, we can at least prevent him from obtaining the prophecy!"
Dumbledore looked calm upon hearing this, not showing any surprise that Mike had secretly trained an army.
But this is not surprising. Mike can be said to be a new financial aristocrat in the wizarding world of Ying Kingdom. It is very normal for him to master such a large number of gold galleons to cultivate his own power. Almost every wealthy pure-blood family will do this.
But Mike said that he would use this army to deal with Voldemort and his Death Eaters, which made Dumbledore shake his head. Everyone knows that except for those pure-blood families that have been passed down for thousands of years, the private armies trained by other families are pitifully weak. By analogy, the strength of Mike's army can be imagined.
"What is the strength of the troops you mentioned?"
"Oh, don't worry." Mike smiled as he looked at Dumbledore's questioning face. "Although they have fewer top-tier combat forces, they are not useless people who just eat and wait for death. In terms of basic skills and coordination ability, they are far better than your Order of the Phoenix."
A hint of surprise flashed across Dumbledore's face, but Mike continued:
"Make a decision quickly, Headmaster Dumbledore. Although it is basically impossible for us to kill Voldemort this time, it is still easy to kill those Death Eaters! If we kill all the Death Eaters this time, then no matter how powerful Voldemort is, his progress in ruling the Kingdom of Ying will inevitably be slowed down!
Moreover, the benefits of executing this plan are more than that. As long as we fight Voldemort in the Ministry of Magic, Fudge will have to announce the news to the outside world no matter how much he doesn't want to believe that Voldemort has returned! And if we win, we can also publicize our victory, which will surely rekindle the fighting spirit of those who have always been afraid of Voldemort, and let them know that even if Voldemort is dead, he is not invincible!"
Mike's last words seemed to have touched Dumbledore. He took two steps forward, crossed the desk and came in front of Mike.
As he was facing away from the moonlight, Mike couldn't see the expression on his face, but he felt that Dumbledore must be in a bad mood at the moment, because his breathing was much faster than usual.
"I don't agree with you. Even if we kill all the Death Eaters now, with Voldemort's current reputation and strength, it would be easy for him to recruit another group of subordinates. Now he is like a magic lamp, attracting those with evil intentions to throw themselves into his arms like moths to a flame."
Mike suddenly became anxious. He even began to doubt whether Dumbledore's mind had become confused due to his old age. Why couldn't he be convinced no matter what he said?
But before he could say anything else, Dumbledore on the other side suddenly chuckled twice and continued:
"But you are right. Our battle can indeed let the world know the news of Voldemort's return, and it can also rekindle the fire of hope in their hearts. So, Mike, I agree to your cooperation request."
"Haha, then just follow your previous plan." Mike said, "I will go back to Hogwarts and keep an eye on Harry to see if he will have any other dreams."
Dumbledore nodded in satisfaction and walked out of the room with Mike.
Seeing that Dumbledore seemed to be going to send him away personally, Mike was a little surprised, but he didn't refuse.
But as the two of them slowly walked down the stairs, Mike suddenly remembered something.
"Principal Dumbledore, the key to legend lies in belief and emotion. What does this mean?"
"Oh! This is a very profound question." Dumbledore raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a smug smile, "Perhaps you need to find the answer yourself. It would be meaningless if I told you directly!"
As he said this, Dumbledore pushed open the door of the villa and made a gesture of invitation to Mike.
Mike was so angry that his teeth itched and he continued to ask.
However, Dumbledore did not move at all and continued to open the door.
Taking a deep breath, Mike strode out of the room, took out his broom and prepared to fly out of the anti-Apparition spell range of the villa, but Dumbledore behind him called him.
"Wait, don't forget your apology."
Mike took a deep breath, nodded and looked at the yard behind him.
Compared to before I came here, the garden is much cleaner. At least the silt that was originally deposited on the ground has basically disappeared.
The house-elf named Little Teacup was waving a broom not far away. The broom seemed to have some magical power. As long as Little Teacup waved it lightly, a huge airflow would burst out from it, blowing up all the surrounding fallen leaves and mud.
"Little teacup!"
Mike's call attracted his attention. Little Teacup turned his head to look at Mike, revealing his tearful face.
Seeing that it was Mike, Little Teacup turned his head away awkwardly again.
Mike smiled softly and said loudly:
"I'm sorry, I misunderstood you before. You are a very good house-elf!"
Little Teacup turned his head again in astonishment, only to see that Mike had already disappeared into the night sky on his flying broom.
……
After experiencing some twists and turns, Mike returned to Hogwarts and was surprised to find that Harry, Hermione and others were still in their dormitories, and Franklin returned to his dormitories very obediently. It was almost dawn, and Hermione and Harry were sleeping in the recliners in front of the fireplace.
Mike had no choice but to go forward and pat them awake, but when Harry woke up and saw that it was Mike, he jumped up from the recliner.
"Mike, what did Dumbledore say."
"This is not something you should be thinking about. The most important thing for you now is to go back to sleep!"
It was already dawning, and although Mike didn't need much sleep given his current mental strength, his sleepless night and the fact that he had been a little irritated by Dumbledore caused Mike's tone to be a little unfriendly.
Harry's face turned angry when he heard this. He grabbed Mike's arm and yelled:
"This obviously has a lot to do with me, but why don't you want to tell me? Huh?"
Mike looked at him coldly without saying anything, and Hermione beside him was also woken up at this time and hurriedly advised:
"Harry, don't do this."
"You don't have to persuade him, Hermione." Mike said expressionlessly, "Harry, I'll tell you honestly, I won't tell you anything about Dumbledore now. It's not because of other reasons, but because your brain has been connected to Voldemort for some reason, which means he can invade your brain at any time and know our intelligence! This is why Dumbledore must make you learn the art of brain occlusion! So before you master the art of brain occlusion, I will never tell you anything!"
Harry's arms slid down weakly. He gasped and stared at Mike blankly.
"Okay, don't say anything, let's go back." Mike sighed, "Hermione, take Harry back."
Hermione nodded, held Harry's hand and walked out.
Harry, who had been stiff-necked and unwilling to leave, was now led out by Hermione like a zombie.
……
The next day, the career counseling for fifth-year students finally ended, which meant that the entire Hogwarts had finally entered the serious preparation stage for the exams.
In two weeks, all the students in Hogwarts will face a final exam that will determine whether they can have a comfortable holiday life.
For fifth and seventh grade students, they will face the more important Intermediate Wizarding Examination and the Ultimate Wizarding Examination.
So in these last two weeks, not only the professors, but also the students themselves entered a crazy learning state.
In this atmosphere, the amazing restorative effect and powerful refreshing effect of the Dolphin Magic Drink once again made it the best-selling item in the entire Hogwarts.
Normally, during this exam season, the most popular drugs among students should be those that can enhance the mind, such as "concentration drugs".
It's a pity that the main ingredient of this medicine is dragon dung. This cheap mental potion with dragon dung as the main material is far from being a match for Dolphin Magic Drink in terms of cost-effectiveness and functionality.
Of course, faced with the market invasion of Dolphin Magic Drink, many students in the school who specialized in making extra money by selling concentration drugs began to have evil thoughts.
They began to spread rumors, claiming that Dolphin Magic Drink was indeed a drug with a super refreshing effect, but this effect had side effects. Long-term consumption of Dolphin Magic Drink would accumulate toxins in the body, which would slowly destroy the human body and eventually lead to infertility!
When Mike heard this rumor for the first time, he was completely shocked. He really couldn't believe that a small magic school like Hogwarts could produce such a person who spread rumors!
Unfortunately, their plan ultimately failed, and the most exaggerated thing was that their efforts had the opposite effect.
The sales of Dolphin Magic Drink have increased dramatically again!
This was something Mike had never expected. He had already prepared himself for a decline in sales, but now there was an unexpected reversal!
In the end, Mike could only admit that compared to losing their fertility, his classmates were obviously more concerned about the upcoming exams.
Just as Hogwarts was immersed in busy studies, the two wounded soldiers also returned to Hogwarts together.
"Mike, why haven't they arrived yet?"
Hermione stood in the hall, looking anxiously at the open space outside the castle. Standing with her were Harry and other classmates.
They were all Ron's classmates. After hearing that Ron was about to be discharged from the hospital and return to school, they spontaneously came to the lobby to wait for Ron's return.
Originally, Ron should not have had this kind of reputation, but given the contributions made by George and Fred before, everyone was very enthusiastic about this matter.
As for Umbridge who came back with Ron, no one came out to greet her except a few Slytherins.
Mike was not surprised at all that this situation would happen. The leader of Slytherin has always been Chris, not Umbridge. Now that Chris is not coming, naturally no one else will come.
"Wait a little longer," Mike checked his pocket watch, "They should be here soon."
As soon as he finished speaking, a magically modified snow-blue bus appeared in the sky. This change immediately attracted everyone's attention, and almost everyone looked up at the sky.
Under the gaze of everyone, the bus landed in front of the gate of Hogwarts Castle at an extremely fast speed, stirring up a violent airflow.
Slowly, the door of the bus opened, and Umbridge, wearing a pink fur coat, slowly got off the bus.
When Umbridge saw the crowd gathered in the hallway, she was stunned at first, then a bright smile broke out on her face.
"Thank you, classmates..."
Umbridge opened her arms and spoke enthusiastically to everyone, but as soon as she spoke, the smile on her face froze.
(End of this chapter)