Hogwarts Raven

Chapter 277 Chapter 276: Two of the Same People

Deep in the forbidden forest.

The twisted shadows of the trees bared their fangs and claws in the moonlight.

It seemed as if the entire forest was controlled by some invisible force.

Perhaps it was because of the participation of the legendary wizard that Snape and Hermione were no longer trapped in the cyclical world. Wizards of this level can always break through some invisible fog.

Dumbledore took Snape and Hermione to explore and finally stopped in front of the towering bronze gate. The traces of battle left by Ian had not been "refreshed and covered".

Perhaps there is something special in the power of legend that can prevent the regeneration of these environments that can be constantly "reset", just like the footprints left by Albus Dumbledore before.

I saw.

The place was a mess.

The wind swept through with ashes, and a large area of ​​the forbidden forest had been completely wiped out. The towering trees and green grass that had once been there were now nothingness, and the ground was charred and full of cracks.

There are gullies of varying depths crisscrossing each other.

There were still no birds flying by, no insects chirping, and even the air was frozen in a suffocating silence. Only the charred earth silently told of the cruelty of the battle.

"There are strong magical fluctuations remaining here." Snape's black cloak swept across the burnt black ground. The reason why he liked to wear black was perhaps because black did not look dirty?
"Perhaps Ian has been here." Albus Dumbledore said with certainty. He could tell from the residual magical fluctuations who had fought here before.

how to say.

In fact, any powerful wizard can do this. If Snape's level was not so far apart from Ian's, perhaps Snape could actually feel Ian's unique magical fluctuations.

"So, where are Ian's people?" Snape frowned and looked around, but he couldn't find any trace of a corpse, and he couldn't even determine the trace of the creature that made his heart palpitate.

It seemed as if there were traces of massive biological activities everywhere.

"I think..." Albus Dumbledore didn't finish his words. He cast his eyes towards the valley not far away. The bronze door in the valley seemed to be split in two. The door was towering into the clouds, and the surface was engraved with ancient runes. Chaotic mist flowed between the cracks of the door, exuding an unsettling atmosphere.

"Did he go in there?"

Snape looked unhappy.

"what is that?"

Hermione was shocked by the tall bronze door. She had never seen such a majestic alchemical creation before. The shining runes on it were completely incomprehensible to her.

but.

This did not affect the little witch's feeling of gigantic phobia - humans do have such an instinct in their genes, and they will always be instinctively afraid when faced with things that are too grand and huge.

Very normal.

In the process of evolution, humans did not stand at the top of the food chain from the beginning. The skinny monkey refers to the ancient people, so this sensitivity to "huge threats" was retained as a survival instinct.

When faced with large objects that are beyond our daily cognition, such as giant sculptures and tall buildings, the brain may misjudge them as potential dangers, triggering anxiety or escape responses.

The same goes for wizards.

They used to be little skinny monkeys too.

No one can tell exactly where the wizard's magic power comes from. The idea that wizards emerged from the hybridization of humans and magical animals actually originated from the theories of wizards in India.

"I think this is the reason for the changes in the Forbidden Forest." In fact, Albus Dumbledore was not too sure. Although he was knowledgeable, he was not omniscient.

The current situation is obviously beyond the knowledge of the greatest white wizard of this century. He may only be slightly better than Ian.

This is true when it comes to magic runes.

"What caused us to be trapped in the Forbidden Forest? Did Ian go in?" Snape's pupils shrank slightly, and his voice was low: "What on earth is going on?"

"He is not here. He either left or went in. I am more inclined to the latter." Dumbledore's gaze lingered on the bronze door for a moment, with a thoughtful gleam in his blue eyes. "It is obvious that we have been drawn into a space distorted by this alchemical creation."

"Distorted space?" Hermione frowned, trying to understand the meaning of this sentence, "You mean... we are trapped in some kind of magical illusion?"

"It's not entirely a fantasy,"

Dumbledore explained quietly.

"It's more like reality is being folded, copied, or even... tampered with." He really understood what was happening better than Ian, and roughly determined the reason why the Forbidden Forest was abnormal today.

"How could something like this happen?"

Snape's expression became increasingly gloomy, and his sensitive heart was extremely alert at this moment. "Albus, this kind of incident in the Forbidden Forest is definitely not normal."

"Didn't you notice anything? Someone put this thing into the Forbidden Forest." He looked at the huge bronze door. It was hard to imagine that such a huge thing could be transported without anyone noticing - even if magic was used to transport it, the magical fluctuations generated would probably be felt by even him.

"I think it should have been here a long time ago, before we came to Hogwarts - no one can fully understand the secrets of the Forbidden Forest, and perhaps the Big Four don't know all the secrets here." Albus Dumbledore didn't know why he made such a disrespectful judgment to the Big Four.

As the headmaster of Hogwarts.

Maybe he really knew something that Snape didn't know.

"What do you mean?"

Snape frowned.

Hermione, knowing that she had no room to speak, pricked up her ears. She loved listening to such secrets of the wizarding world. After Dumbledore appeared, she felt less anxious.

"You know, the Big Four found this place, not created it... The Forbidden Forest has existed much longer than Hogwarts."

"As far as I know, the reason why the Big Four were able to find this place..." Albus Dumbledore was about to answer when suddenly, the chaos vortex on the bronze door surged violently!
The three of them immediately took a step back in alert, and Snape and Dumbledore pointed their wands at the door - Hermione, who was slow to react, also hurriedly made herself join the group.

Although useless.

But at least it kept pace with the two professors - amid the roar, thick fog was swirling in the bronze gate, and the fog twisted like a living thing like boiling milk.

“It seems like there are indeed living things?”

Hermione rubbed her eyes.

Albus Dumbledore and Snape both looked serious, staring at the bronze door. In the hazy mist, silhouettes of human figures were looming. One figure was wearing a loose black robe, hunched over, and moving slowly; another figure stood tall, as if looking towards the door.

There was also a shadowy figure that looked like a child jumping by and disappearing in a flash.

The fog obscured their faces, and only blurry figures could be seen. They moved with the fog, sometimes gathering and sometimes dispersing, as if they were trapped in the fog, and seemed to be waiting for something.

"Space-time gate?"

Snape made an incredible guess.

"wrong."

Albus Dumbledore has been studying time and space intensively recently, so he can certainly judge the situation of the bronze gate. He showed a look of surprise and doubt about the things inside the bronze gate.

Rare display of emotion.

But he did not explain to Snape what he had thought of or what he had guessed. Just like that, the vortex turned, and the bronze door began its strange operation again.

However, this time what walked out of the door was not a dragon, but a figure that made them shudder, and even made Hermione's scream stuck in her throat with a look of horror on her face.

Snape also felt a chill down his spine.

There is no other reason.

In the center of the vortex, a figure with flowing silver hair slowly walked out. The star pattern on the purple robe was exactly the same as Dumbledore in front of him.

He was another Albus Dumbledore!
"This is impossible." Snape's wand trembled slightly, and the usually calm face of the Potions Professor was filled with horror. He could not control the hand holding the wand at all.

There's nothing we can do about it. It would be the same no matter who comes.

He simply couldn't believe what he saw - the long silver beard, the half-moon glasses, and even the purple robe embroidered with stars and moons were exactly the same.

"What's going on! Headmaster Dumbledore!"

Hermione gasped.

Dumbledore, who was standing next to them, did not answer, but narrowed his eyes slightly.

“This is so much fun.”

Dumbledore inside the door said softly, his voice was exactly the same as the real Dumbledore. Without any extra nonsense, Dumbledore inside the door suddenly raised his hand.

No mantras were chanted.

He attacked the three people - violent orange flames gushed out from his old wand, turning into a ferocious fire dragon, rushing straight towards the three people.

The real Dumbledore also reacted very quickly.

Where there are no rivers.

He actually created a huge wave out of thin air.

The huge waves that emerged from nowhere collided with the fierce fire, steaming up the white mist that covered the sky. In the mist, Dumbledore inside the door had already flown high into the sky with his wand pointing to the sky.

"Boom!"

He is like the god of thunder.

Countless thunder and lightning fell violently.

The blinding lightning split the mist and struck the real Dumbledore, Snape and Hermione.

“That’s not really something I would do.”

The real Dumbledore waved his wand, and a translucent barrier was formed instantly. Lightning exploded on the barrier, and the dazzling light forced Hermione to close her eyes. When she opened her eyes again, the two Dumbledores were already fighting, and the light and shadow of the spell seemed to be intertwined in the night sky to form a web symbolizing death.

"Nothing is impossible - I will take your place." Dumbledore walked out of the door with a smile on his face, but his words were extremely cold.

“Only in this way can I survive.”

He seemed to be much more "intelligent" than the dragon Ian had just encountered, and knew more. His tone was firm, and he was determined to replace Albus Dumbledore outside the door.

As for Snape and Hermione.

He must die too.

Can it be considered as silencing someone?

Anyway, the magic he released was intended to kill both of them, without any hesitation or mercy, which made Albus Dumbledore, who was protecting the two people, have flickering eyes.

"So that's it?"

He seemed to understand something too.

Only Snape and Hermione still didn't quite understand what was going on.

"What the hell is going on!" Snape's wand was still in a defensive position, his knuckles turning white from excessive force, and he couldn't find any opportunity to intervene.

how to say.

Snape was literally trembling.

Since he didn't know that Dumbledore's strength during this period was far greater than before, he thought he had some understanding of Dumbledore's strength. But now it seems that his shock at Dumbledore's strength is no less than that of the frightened little witch next to him. Such terrible magic is like a god descending to the earth!

"How could Voldemort stay around for so long..."

He couldn't understand.

He was not unaware of his old boss's strength. The collision of spells caused the entire Forbidden Forest to tremble, the world seemed to be shattered, and deep gullies appeared on the ground. Hermione and Snape could only be in Dumbledore's protective magic, watching in shock this battle that was beyond their cognition.

"This... is this Professor Dumbledore's true strength?" Hermione's voice trembled. At this moment, she finally had a clear understanding of the strongest wizard in the wizarding world.

Snape did not respond.

His eyes were extremely complicated.

So is the mood.

As he likes to imagine things, he couldn't help but wonder, how could a Dumbledore with such strength allow Voldemort to jump around for so long? Could it be that the headmaster was "nurturing the enemy to protect himself"?

No wonder Snape thought so.

He really couldn't find any explanation as to why two people of unequal strength could be in a stalemate for so many years. In the past, Snape thought that the odds between Voldemort and Dumbledore were at least 40:60!

"Avada Kedavra!"

Dumbledore walked out of the door and released terrifying magic. The battle had entered a fierce stage. He was trying to kill the enemy, and the real Dumbledore's eyes darkened and he turned the Elder Wand.

Control of magic was taken away from him.

next moment.

"Legendary..."

As Dumbledore inside the door sighed with regret, the green magic bounced back to him. He began to fall slowly, turned into ashes and disappeared from this world.

Dumbledore inside the door had disappeared without a trace, and the vortex on the bronze door had temporarily returned to calm.

"Albus, you..." Snape's breathing was a little rapid, and his voice was rarely trembling: "This... Is the person who looks like you just now a copy of you?"

His guess was also very wild. Hermione's face was pale, her eyes moved back and forth between Dumbledore and the bronze door, her lips trembling but she couldn't speak.

Just at this time.

"Rather than saying that I am a copy, it is better to say that I am annihilated in fate... those possible mistakes." Dumbledore lightly dusted off his robes.

"But...it's amazing, isn't it?"

He did have a more certain guess.

As soon as these words came out.

The little witch's lips trembled even more violently.

Snape's eyes became sharp. She and Hermione might have the same idea. "In this case, how can we believe... that you didn't come out of that door?"

The air solidified instantly.

Dumbledore was silent for a moment.

His eyes fell on the bronze door and he spoke slowly.

“I’m not sure.”

He paused, a deep gleam in his blue eyes.

"But the one who survives must be the real me." The night wind blew across the scorched earth, bringing a hint of coolness, and Dumbledore's tone was filled with strong confidence.

(End of this chapter)