Hogwarts Raven

Chapter 278 277: You'd better be careful

Hermione and Snape were still in shock.

And not far away.

The chaotic vortex on the bronze door began to spin again, and a familiar figure slowly emerged from the sticky mist - a long silver beard, half-moon glasses, and dancing stars on a purple robe. When the evil Dumbledore stepped out of the vortex, the air in the Forbidden Forest became extremely tense again.

"Why are there other Dumbledore?"

Hermione's eyes widened in astonishment.

however.

However, Snape was unable to give him any answer. The current situation was not only beyond the comprehension of a first-year witch, even he, a professor at Hogwarts and the head of Slytherin, felt an incomprehensible weirdness. All the knowledge he possessed could not explain the current situation.

silence.

Still silent.

And Albus Dumbledore beside them didn't seem surprised by this.

"Are we going to fight again?"

Hermione dug her nails deep into her palms, and the wand in her hand was shaking slightly. The battle just now had already made her terrified, and she felt as if she might die at any time. She had relaxed a little because the battle was over, but now she felt as if time had gone back again.

Dumbledore walked out of the bronze door again.

Hermione's heart once again rose to her throat. The night wind suddenly stopped. She found that her breathing became extremely difficult, as if a pair of invisible hands were strangling her throat.

Two identical old men faced each other in the air, the moonlight drew a silver dividing line between them. Snape's expression kept changing and he was extremely nervous.

Fight.

The little witch was terrified.

Isn't he the same?

It's just that he has better emotional management skills than Hermione and can hide his inner shock with an expressionless face - the Hogwarts professor wants to say something.

But when he turned around, he found that Albus Dumbledore beside him had not raised his wand, and Dumbledore, who came out of the bronze door opposite, smiled softly when he saw this.

"Relax, Severus, you are safe now. I will not attack because I know it would be a pointless attempt. I am sorry that you have developed a fear of me."

"It was not my original intention to kill you, but it was a choice I had to make if I could escape. Now I have lost this choice."

The evil Dumbledore spoke softly, and the tone of his voice was exactly the same as the old headmaster in Snape's memory. There was no sense of imitation or difference at all.

"Only I know that I will not fight a losing battle." He was obviously the same as the dragon that Ian encountered before. Every time he disappeared and came out again, he still carried the memory of the last time.

In this regard.

The real Dumbledore was indeed not surprised. He stepped forward, the hem of his robes sweeping across the scorched earth. "It seems that you do retain your memories. Will this gate keep resurrecting you?"

talking.

The real Dumbledore looked at the complicated magic runes on the bronze door. Only Ian was not here. If Ian was here, he would probably realize that it was not his problem that he could not decipher the bronze door.

Even the knowledgeable Albus Dumbledore was the same - of course, he could see more than Ian, but there was no way he could fully decipher all the magic runes.

This can be seen.

The knowledge behind the power of this bronze gate is so profound and vast, and no one knows what kind of person can forge such a thing.

It would definitely take more than a lifetime to accumulate knowledge. Dumbledore was certain of this, because he had accumulated knowledge for a lifetime but could only understand a tiny bit. As a man with great pride, Dumbledore did not think that there were people throughout history whose talents and abilities surpassed his own.

This is not narcissism.

But that is the fact.

Through the ages.

There was an exception, and he suspected that this exception was not a normal exception - Dumbledore's self-confidence came from his clear understanding of himself.

And this recognition.

I guess no wizard would think that is narcissistic.

Ian wouldn't think so either.

He would even agree with this statement more than most wizards - that Dumbledore has been an excellent wizard since his youth, became the guardian of the wizarding world in middle age, and was still able to duel with Voldemort when he was over a hundred years old. He possessed more magical knowledge than anyone else in the wizarding world today and was an all-rounder who was involved in almost all magical fields.

He was ahead of his time.

Just like Merlin back then.

Compared to Merlin, what he lacked was just a bit of luck in living in an excellent era. Dumbledore himself thought so too, and he did not think that he was much worse than Merlin at the same starting line.

Therefore.

He felt that this bronze gate was either the result of the painstaking efforts of countless people, or the work of a genius who could live for a very long time. Either way, it was definitely not a work that could be completed by one person in two hundred years.

“What an amazing creation.”

Curiosity flowed in the eyes of the learned Dumbledore.

Being knowledgeable does not mean being omniscient.

The real Dumbledore could probably only judge part of the power of the bronze door, and was not completely clear about it, so he needed to verify it with himself who walked out of the door.

The wand was not raised.

This time, it seemed that neither of them had any intention of attacking each other.

Just as Dumbledore said when he walked out of the door, he knew himself very well, so as for the other self, if that was really himself, he could judge that the other party would not attack again.

Facts have proved this.

"One question for another." Dumbledore walked out of the door and spoke softly. The Elder Wand in his hand did not look like a replica, which made Snape's eyes constantly shift between him and Dumbledore beside him - perhaps the first-year witch Hermione did not know what a Deathly Hallow like the Elder Wand meant.

But he was in front of the door.

The bronze door can even "reproduce" the Elder Wand.

This really subverted the perception of the entire wizarding world - because of this, although Snape did not interrupt and remained vigilant, he also pricked up his ears to seek answers.

This is deadpan eavesdropping.

"It's a very reasonable deal." The real Dumbledore nodded slightly after hearing this, "You answer this question of mine, and I will answer a question you want to know the answer to." He looked at "himself" standing in front of the bronze door with a vortex behind him, and there was a bit of dominance in the depth of his eyes.

In this regard.

The evil Dumbledore who walked out of the door didn't care.

The strong shall be king.

He thought it was quite reasonable. In the wizard world, wizards with powerful magical abilities and rich knowledge were often in a dominant position and could take the initiative.

This is a natural law of survival.

In the cruel competition environment, only wizards who adapt and constantly improve their strength can survive, and only those powerful wizards have the right to make rules.

now.

In a delicate balance.

As the winner of the last round of battle, the real Dumbledore certainly had the right to set the rules for the exchanges between the two sides. Dumbledore, who walked out of the bronze door, was also very clear about this. "Is it a reset or reincarnation? Is it resurrection or replication?" The real Dumbledore did not give too much other description, but just asked the question he wanted to know the most.

He believes that his other self can understand what he means and what he wants to know.

"It's a convergence, a gathering." The evil Dumbledore tapped his temple, with complex light flowing in his blue eyes. He also believed that the other party would understand his concise words.

This is true.

The real Dumbledore's eyes flickered slightly after hearing this, but he still nodded calmly, obviously having obtained the information he wanted from his other self's simple answer.

"what?"

Hermione couldn't understand.

Snape frowned and was also confused. Compared with the knowledge of the two Dumbledores, his knowledge was still too lacking.

It's not Snape's fault.

After all, everyone has their own expertise, and wizards have their limits. He was still quite young, and he had no way of analyzing the bronze door. His limited alchemy skills just didn't allow him to grasp any clues to sort out his thoughts. He was still full of doubts about whether Dumbledore beside him had walked out of the bronze door.

This will further affect his ability to think.

Just now.

"Tell me, how did you do it? In such an era." Dumbledore, who walked out of the door, also asked the doubts and confusion in his heart.

His eyes were fixed on the real Dumbledore.

Seems to care about this very much.

“Do what?”

The real Dumbledore asked, rubbing his fingers gently over the scar on his wand. He was also observing the evil Dumbledore's wand, and he could even feel the connection between himself and that wand.

He believed that the other party could feel a similar connection - this was definitely a very wonderful thing, and it also meant that the two wands were definitely the same in some way.

There was only one Elder Wand of the Deathly Hallows.

This made the real Dumbledore think deeply.

"You know what I'm asking - legend." Dumbledore sighed as he walked out of the bronze door and spoke again. He felt helpless about his other self pretending to be stupid.

Yes.

He didn't believe that there was another him outside who didn't know what he was asking, so the reason he did this was probably to delay time so that he could think about something.

"Obviously, you and I, and all of you, have gone in completely different directions. There are always some people and some things that can cause fate to take an unpredictable turn, right?"

The real Dumbledore gave a seemingly plausible answer. For Hermione and Snape, this answer might still confuse them and make them unable to understand what the two people were talking about.

but.

But Dumbledore, who walked out of the bronze gate, was different.

He was obviously stunned after hearing this.

"Then you are very lucky."

There was a hint of reluctance in the long sigh, but more of a helpless emotion. Dumbledore looked at Hermione and Snape.

Hermione just felt her mind was in a trance.

"I see."

Dumbledore, who walked out of the bronze door, sighed and spoke again.

Hermione was still confused.

And Snape was furious.

"Get out of my head!"

His face turned pale instantly, and he pressed his slender fingers tightly against his temples, shocked and angry. Obviously, the Potions Professor had realized what had just happened.

Dumbledore walked out of the bronze door and invaded his and Hermione's minds - obviously this was a second best option as he was unable to invade the mind of the Dumbledore next to him.

to be frank.

Snape was still a little confused about what happened a few seconds ago, but now he clearly realized that the Dumbledore who walked out of the bronze door was definitely not the one he knew. Unscrupulously invading other people's minds was something the real Dumbledore would never do.

He only suspected that Dumbledore would do it secretly occasionally. Dumbledore inside the door raised his eyebrows slightly, with a hint of surprise in his eyes. The real Dumbledore had already raised the Elder Wand.

“That’s a bit too much.”

His warning made the Dumbledore who walked out of the bronze door stop his offense.

"Sorry, this is the fastest way to understand things." Dumbledore walked out of the bronze door with an apologetic look on his face, and there was a hint of guilt in his tone.

but.

Snape felt that the other party was definitely pretending.

"You are invading me!" Snape's lips trembled, and his dark eyes were filled with rage. He stared at Dumbledore in the door and raised his wand.

It's just not very threatening.

"What happened? Did he invade our brains? Looking for something in our memories?" Hermione seemed to realize what had happened.

"I'm looking for the details of why you have become a legend." Dumbledore inside the door responded, but this time there was no sense of guilt in his tone at all.

but.

He still had a gentle smile on his face, and that smile made Hermione shudder - it was so similar, yet so completely different, and his style of doing things was completely different from the old headmaster that Hermione knew.

"You failed for a reason."

The real Dumbledore sighed to himself standing outside the bronze gate.

"Ah."

The other party just chuckled.

"Be careful, Albus. It's not impossible that you will be abandoned. By then, you will just be a part of us." After saying this, the evil Dumbledore turned and walked towards the bronze door.

Without the slightest hesitation.

The vortex of chaos swirled rapidly, swallowing him up like a greedy mouth. The door made a dull roar, and then returned to dead silence, as if nothing had happened.

There is no new Dumbledore, or Snape and Hermione walking out of it - the vortex is still turning, but it seems to have entered a delicate balance.

of course.

No one knows what unexpected events will happen next.

And just when Snape and Hermione were still worried.

"Thank you."

The real Dumbledore spoke softly - he knew what his other ruthless, domineering and decisive self had done, and it was to provide him with a little help to reduce trouble at this last moment.

(End of this chapter)