The Evil Thoughts of Hogwarts and the Genie

Chapter 170 Bombarding the Ministry of Magic

This can no longer be called an implication.

Even Cooper, who was in a daze and had given up on himself, could tell that this little wizard was no ordinary person.

Moreover, it's not the kind of "unusual" direction that's in a good direction.

But regardless of what others thought, Dumbledore, whose demonic debt had been forgiven, frowned upon hearing this.

"I must first clarify that I am not dissatisfied with this. I also know that I shouldn't be acting innocent after getting the benefit."

"But, Mr. Lucifer, I have to consider your purpose in doing this—you seem so certain that I will regret what has happened today, and this only leaves me bewildered."

The devil on the other end of the phone chuckled.

"Come on, you greedy old man," Satan said affectedly.

Not only are you unwilling to pay for the information you've obtained, but you're also planning to take advantage of my good mood and get even more information on credit?

The devil shook his head on the other end.

Actually, you know very well in your heart that you were able to escape unscathed today only because you were lucky.

You know what I mean, right? Just like you thought, I am indeed trying to drive a wedge between you and that little thing next to you.

But even so, what can be done?

Come on, Albus. You don't need to be so wary. Just think of it as me wanting to see you when you're older and more senile; it's better for everyone.

Dumbledore did not reply. He pondered for a moment before saying:

"At that time, I only need to answer this one question, and I don't necessarily have to make any promises, is that right?"

That's right.

"If you have any further questions at that time, do I have the right to choose not to answer them?"

Satan made a sound on the other end of the phone, then praised in an almost ornate baritone voice:

[You're really smart, Albus! You're much better at using your brain than those young people around you, aren't you?]

It's both infuriating and hilarious.

[It's really not easy to lie to you—haha!] (Schadenfreude) [Since you've asked, I'll just make a promise.]

Yes, you have the right to refuse to answer anything other than the question I just asked.

But whether you'll still have the will to exercise that power by then is another matter entirely.

Lucifer didn't say the second half of his sentence, but how could Dumbledore not hear the unspoken message?

However, that's something we'll have to consider when the time comes.

"Okay, thank you for your answer."

"Dumbledore said. It was as if it were just an ordinary phone call, and the person on the other end was just an ordinary person."

Lucifer chuckled a few more times, then said politely:

"I look forward to seeing you again," a dignified female voice said with a touch of ambiguity. "It's a pleasure to meet you."

"Well then, goodbye."

【goodbye.】

The call has ended.

Dumbledore hung up the phone, and the dark door swung open with a thud. A stale, almost unpleasant, draft of air rushed into the secret room.

"Stop," Dumbledore said.

Crowley the Zangmerian had already drawn his wand as he rushed out from Dumbledore's body to try and hang up the "telephone".

But the person he was pointing at now was not Dumbledore, but Edmund, who was sitting upright in his office chair.

"...Stop?" Crowley's voice trembled slightly. "Dumbledore—abandon your tolerance, which is destined to kill you one day!"

"Calm down, Crowley. Remember who you are!" Dumbledore reassured him. "Don't let the devil's whispers cloud your judgment! Don't let yourself sink into doubt!"

Crowley paused for a moment, then gave a smile that was more like a grimace.

"—I don't understand." He trembled. "I don't understand why you can still be so certain after everything that just happened—."

The silent man glared at Edmund, who remained expressionless despite being targeted by him.

"He's not normal—think about it carefully, he's been abnormal from the very beginning! Dumbledore, can you deny that?!"

"Even if you vouch for him, even if you feel that he should be your responsibility, he still has to come with me now!"

Aurora has a more comprehensive inspection process!

Dumbledore suddenly stood up.

He didn't possess the imposing presence of Hagrid, the half-giant; judging from his appearance alone, he was simply a tall, thin man.

An old man with white hair and beard, nothing more.

But when he straightened his back, squinted, and stared at someone, Crowley almost shrank back from the sharp glare of his eyes.

"Crowley," Dumbledore said solemnly. "Old friend. Let me repeat myself: please wake up."

"but-"

"But what if he is some kind of evil being that isn't demonic? Do you think I haven't considered that?"

Crowley fell silent.

Dumbledore crossed his fingers and placed them on his chest—when a wizard makes this gesture, it usually means that he is not planning any surprise attack.

Clearly, Dumbledore was extremely confident in his ability to brainwash people—no, I mean his storytelling ability.

"If that's the case, let's make a few more assumptions."

"First, how can we be sure that what happened on the phone just now wasn't meant to mislead us, forcing us to question and investigate an innocent child based on facts that may not even exist?"

"Secondly, this child's background is very complicated. His behavior is quite peculiar; is it possible that he has been cursed, and someone has taken away his ability to feel awe and fear?"

"Or perhaps someone tampered with his memory, implanting knowledge that wasn't appropriate for his age, making him feel different from others?"

"Finally, even if he really is some kind of evil spirit incarnate or reincarnation." Dumbledore paused, his tone and attitude subtle.

He portrayed the "disagreement" perfectly.

When he, with such a high status and such a condescending attitude, disregarded this possibility;

Even the usually astute Mr. Crowley was greatly shaken.

"He hasn't done anything wrong yet. Must an 11-year-old boy be subjected to such harsh interrogations and forced to drink those potent potions with severe side effects just because of accusations from a demon and a member of the Basilisk Party?"

After Dumbledore finished speaking, he sighed helplessly.

"...And, considering the background of the people who accused him, it's hard for me not to feel that he's implicated because of me, Crowley."

Dumbledore explained sincerely:

"After all, his mother is one of the few relatives I have left."

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"While this child's behavior in daily life still lacks a sense of awe, it is far from being devoid of sincerity or unable to feel the love of others."

"He is not a heartless beast, therefore, I hope you can understand my insistence—please put down your wand."

Old friend.

What else can Crowley say?

From both a moral and logical standpoint, what else could he possibly argue about?

The silent man lowered his arm and withdrew his wand.

Ultimately, could he beat Dumbledore in a fight, or could he out-argue Dumbledore?

In fact, after this series of moves, Mo Ren didn't even want to "resist" anymore.

He was immediately convinced.

Edmund's expression was strange, as if he was somewhat embarrassed by Dumbledore's seemingly tender words;

On the other hand, it is very regrettable.

He had already prepared for Arachne to manipulate Mr. Mincan into making a grand entrance and berate the Moors.

This also conveniently stirs up conflict between the Aurors and the Morphians, so it can be considered killing two birds with one stone.

But since Dumbledore is determined to protect him, then so be it.

Even so, after the four of them left the mysterious and simple "office," the atmosphere remained tense.

Cooper was distressed, for through the mouth of another demon, he had been proven to have lost his magic.

That being said, the other party's statement was rather vague. He didn't know if this would lead the department to classify him as a dud;

Crowley, needless to say, has gathered enough information today to overturn centuries of research, as one of the Zangmerians who have always been in charge of this "office." Even if no one holds Dumbledore accountable for his misconduct today, he will face a hell of paperwork.

Relatively speaking, Dumbledore, who was lost in thought as the elevator ascended, and Edmund, who was also pondering something, were the ones whose moods remained unaffected.

The old man and the young man were talking in hushed tones when, with a sharp "whoosh," the elevator began to sway from side to side, bringing everyone back to their senses.

"—W-what's going on?" Cooper asked in a low voice. "Is—is this a spell?"

Dumbledore frowned. No one noticed when he drew his wand, but his armor charm and levitation charm were timely.

The elevator car was brought under control just before the damaged elevator began to plummet downwards.

With a startling tremor, Edmund and Crowley finally drew their wands.

"It doesn't sound like a curse at all," Dumbledore murmured softly.

"This must be the sound of a Muggle firearm being fired."

Edmund smiled slightly.