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Chapter 142: No and Can't

"I actually went for the interview—and took a photo with Dumbledore."

"Yes, this title does have a legendary flavor."

When the new issue of the magazine came out, it naturally became the focus of everyone's discussion again. Although the legend of Dumbledore was temporarily suspended, in the past year, authors who imitated the style of writing also began to serialize in Magic Legend, and the sales of the magazine are currently acceptable.

"Have you seen the original interview with the reporter at the back?"

“I saw it, but I didn’t understand it.”

"Same, it turns out it's not just me."

Everyone praised the reporter, saying that his questions were in-depth and his interpretations were interesting enough - of course, this did not include people inside Hogwarts.

For example, Professor McGonagall.

At this moment, Andrew watched Professor McGonagall staring at the manuscript in the magazine, and the professor was frowning as she read.

“Is there any connection between the original interview and this report?”

"I don't think so, Professor."

“But it still qualifies…”

Professor McGonagall put down the magazine - well, it was a positive image, it didn't involve religion or politics, it didn't make any mockery, but wasn't there something wrong?
Why can interviews be written like legendary stories? Is this the feature of the magazine?

She gave Andrew some instructions and went straight to Dumbledore's office with the magazine, startling Dumbledore who was writing a letter.

"What happened, Minerva?"

"The interview, did you watch it, Albus?"

“Is there a problem?”

Magic Legends Magazine hadn't done anything too outrageous in the past year, and it was obvious that the questions in that interview were carefully prepared, so he didn't read them immediately. Instead, he was busy with business - his old friend Nicolas Flamel wrote to him yesterday, and considering that Nico only had part of the elixir of life left, he had to face this matter seriously.

“There are some things that are hard to understand…”

Professor McGonagall pushed the magazine to Dumbledore, then looked around the office with scrutiny - the empty desk was filled with various alchemical tools that were more than rare in value, and the desk was also protected with countless layers of protection.

The most eye-catching one is a phoenix named Fox, which looks a little old but no one can ignore.

She even used Transfiguration to create a cup - it fell to the ground and easily broke into many pieces, but still did not return to the state of parchment.

"What happened, Minerva?"

Dumbledore, who was reading attentively, was disturbed by the sound of the cup falling and looked up.

'Are there a lot of files lately?'

'No meeting?'

"Although the survey is a bit exaggerated, it's not much different from usual, right?"

But, if everything was normal, why would Minerva smash a cup in his office?
Even the former headmasters were alarmed - they looked at Professor McGonagall in surprise, and stared at Dumbledore, even with a bit of reproach in their eyes.

What did you do again? Why did the good-tempered Minerva start throwing cups?
"A little test."

Professor McGonagall nodded to the cup, her face flushed for once. She waved her hand gently, and the cup turned into parchment and returned to the table.

She would never lose her composure like this in the past. The description was really a little horrifying.

A handshake caused the Every Flavour Beans to come to life - only the most advanced Transfiguration scholars knew what level this was.

Even looking at the reports, that is the leaked power!

This means that Dumbledore can create a Transfiguration puppet army whenever he wants! The power of rebirth from death is mastered by only a few wizards in the entire wizarding world, let alone reaching an unprecedented level!
But the cup broke - so it must be fake. 'A little test? Albus, what have you done wrong? We've both been retired for so long, I don't want to be working on paperwork with you in the office!'

The headmasters fell silent, and Dumbledore accepted the explanation and continued reading without further questions - until the cup of the story was also thrown away.

"Ah, Minerva, no cups were knocked over, and Mr. Taylor did not make such a mistake. Please wait a moment, I need to see if there is anything else that is not true in this report."

It was fine at first, after all, I was used to it after all, but this is a bit...

Why would I cast a spell on a bag of every-flavor beans?
As interesting as this is...it's like...no, it can't.

"None of the Every Flavour Beans were affected by Transfiguration, and I did not cast a spell on a journalist by shaking his hand - that would have been rude."

"No?"

Professor McGonagall stared at Dumbledore. "Instead of can't?"

“I can barely do some…”

"The maintenance of the Transfiguration Statue and the maintenance of the protective magic need to be completed during this holiday, Albus..."

Professor McGonagall's eyes were sharp - although she had guessed it, she had never imagined that Dumbledore would go to such a level in Transfiguration.

"It will be done in two weeks, Minerva."

"Well, please keep working, Albus."

Professor McGonagall nodded and left Dumbledore's office in a not very happy mood.

"Why did you take the opportunity to joke with the reporter..."

“It was even written about by a reporter!”

"Let the Sorting Hat read the interview transcript, Albus!"

"The existence of journalists is really..."

"Have a good work these two weeks, Albus."

After everyone's persuasion, Dumbledore began to doubt what he had done to the reporter - no, it was all made up, just like a legend!

But looking at the title, even the most serious person cannot harshly accuse the other party of writing the interview by making up stories.

"Every flavor beans..."

A drawer opened automatically as Dumbledore sighed, and a brand new pack of many-flavored beans flew out and opened on Dumbledore's desk. As Dumbledore tapped his fingers lightly on the table, countless many-flavored beans began to jump on the table, lifted the "Legends of Magic" to the side, and then played with each other.

“There’s still a long way to go…”

Dumbledore looked at the jumping beans. "It is just ordinary life-giving, not magical life. Even with a magic wand, it can only turn fixed shapes like sculptures into magical life."

Life can be easily harvested under the influence of magic, but magical life cannot - it is even so strong that it can only be wiped out by top-level black magic.

But if we just pursue power, what's the difference between that and what Gellert is advocating?
Besides, Transfiguration is not good at this...

"We still have to try to find a way to kill Tom... and then watch the young people grow up from generation to generation..."

Dumbledore smiled, then canceled the spell - the Every Flavour Beans scattered across the table.

He picked up one, bit it, then his face changed, but he didn't spit it out in the end.

“Lemon flavor… Really…”

(End of this chapter)