Everyday Players at Hogwarts..

Chapter 351: Wizard Spell

Time: 12:10 am.

In the girls' bathroom on the third floor, two figures who were obviously men were wandering outside.

"Dumbledore, are we really going in?" Riddle asked hesitantly.

If it were the old him, he might not care about these details.

But now, he would probably have to live in this identity for an almost indefinite amount of time if he was caught going into the ladies' room - after all, Myrtle was in there the whole time.

He was paying attention to the girl whom he had accidentally killed. At this time, she should be sitting on the water tank of the innermost flush toilet as usual.

"I mean, the guy who came in here is very likely the same wizard who appeared in Rotherham Church - and judging from what you showed just now, you should be the only one among us who has a sense of the magic that seems to stop time." Riddle began to make excuses.

But this was hardly an excuse, as he immediately thought of their oversight after he stopped wanting to go in.

He and Dumbledore had been invincible for so long that when faced with danger they usually chose to rush forward instead of planning before taking action.

"When did you get the illusion that I wanted to go in right away?" Dumbledore rubbed his eyes.

"If I wanted to get in quickly, why would I spend so much time outside with you?"

"Inheriting the name of a wizard, a wizard who is called a god, is difficult, even impossible."

"The magic power of the wizard himself will repel the magic power of the name. Even the weakest wizard cannot accept the magic power of the name."

"The only ones who can be used as vessels by fallen gods are Muggles. However, Muggles cannot sense the power of gods through their names. Conversely, the power of gods cannot descend upon them."

"And now, in the secret room in this bathroom, there is a wizard who has inherited the name of Kronos and the power of the God of Time." Dumbledore whispered, his face full of surprise.

"I think I know this better than you. The name Voldemort represents my power. It is the conjecture and knowledge of Slytherin about higher realms that I found in the Chamber of Secrets."

"To put it in terms of the Muggle knowledge I recently learned, it means compressing all the information about wizards and giving them an invisible name."

"Does it sound familiar? It's similar to the process of creating a spell?"

"This name is like a magic spell, circulating among wizards and in the magical magnetic field."

"It's another exploration of the realm of the undead - wizard spellcasting."

"But I didn't do that. This name only allows me to sense the location and even the emotions of the wizard who called it."

"Perhaps this has something to do with the incompleteness of 'my' soul?"

"After all, not long after I got the manuscript, I created my first Horcrux - the diary."

"But I really don't understand why those gods are so powerful."

"We can say that we have reached the limit of where the existing wizards can stay."

"However, our greatest strength is only comparable to the average level of wizards who are called gods in ancient books."

"If our field is called by another name, it would only be the level of demigod." Riddle frowned.

But what was strange was that he was clearly speaking and his mouth was opening and closing, but there seemed to be no sound coming out.

But from Dumbledore's expression, it can be seen that he can hear it.

"You - no, it's Voldemort who thinks this is the deterioration of wizard blood?" Dumbledore couldn't help but complain.

"Yes, but that's obviously wrong, as we've discussed before."

"Perhaps it was the gods, the curse of those forerunners, who feared that more powerful wizards would be born in the future? But some gods and wizards disagreed with the outbreak of the war. The gods have all become dead. Only those myths and the power contained in their names can prove their existence." Riddle guessed. "Maybe, but Tom, maybe you shouldn't have cast that soundproof spell just now."

"We are discussing the secrets of the God's realm here. If that wizard really exists, he should have shown up long ago to help us solve our puzzles."

"I don't think it's because of your spell that Tom didn't notice us." Dumbledore said with a smile, and waved his wand, canceling the soundproofing magic.

But Riddle didn't care.

"With his level, is it possible that he can't hear the sounds we cover up with magic?"

"In fact, you can tell from the fact that the old man in Rotherham Church is alive and remembers everything that he is not a bad person. At least he is not a guy like Voldemort."

"I don't mind others knowing my existence."

"He didn't show up, maybe he was just busy with something else - the basilisk, or he just didn't want to pay attention to us."

"You've been staying here for a long time, so you must have something else to say." Riddle noticed something.

Dumbledore must have had something else to say, otherwise he would risk being discovered by Professor McGonagall, who was up for the night, by lingering in the girls' bathroom just to say these words?
If you really want to attract that person to appear, it would be the same in the bathroom.

Although Myrtle is inside, the ghosts in Hogwarts are very obedient to the headmaster, so just let her leave for a while.

"Well, I wanted to say thank you." Dumbledore's eyes wandered.

He now knew that the man should have left and could say something that should have been said long ago.

"Are you crazy?" A blush appeared on Riddle's pale cheeks.

"Thank you for the letter," Dumbledore continued.

After Fudge stepped down and Arthur, who had been left idle, was taken seriously again, he realized how wrong he had been before.

"Oh, you finally understand the benefits of power." Riddle raised his eyebrows.

Now it’s power, and when Dumbledore realizes that the wizarding world can’t do without him, he will turn his attention to lifespan.

"Dumbledore! Don't think of leaving me alone!" Riddle's face was still slightly flushed, and no one knew what he was thinking just now.

He just knew that maybe everything was starting to get better.

"No, I just found that power should be in the hands of those who deserve it."

"As for why I thank you."

"You probably know the rest, so I'll just talk about Fudge."

"Did you know that Fudge has a nephew called Rufus Fudge?"

"Rufus was going to work at the Ministry of Magic too, so Fudge wrote him a letter."

"I won't repeat the contents of the letter, but there is one paragraph I remember very clearly. It was the advice he gave to Rufus as an elder - how to be a good official in the Ministry of Magic."

"Phase one, claim nothing happened."

“In the second phase, maybe something is happening, but you shouldn’t act on it now.”

“In the third stage, maybe we should take action, but nothing can be done now.”

"In the fourth stage, I should have done something, but it's too late now. I'm sorry." Dumbledore's tone was filled with anger.

(End of this chapter)