The Evil Thoughts of Hogwarts and the Genie

Chapter 171 Continues the Bombardment of the Ministry of Magic

Before that rumbling sound, which should never have been heard in the Ministry of Magic, resounded, Cooper and Crowley were deep in thought.

Edmund and Dumbledore had a brief conversation.

"You've come away with almost nothing," Edmund remarked.

"After going through so much trouble and taking such a big risk, I still can't be completely sure that I am who I am."

The little wizard wasn't nervous at all; in fact, he seemed quite pleased with himself.

Seeing him still smiling, Dumbledore almost couldn't help but sigh.

"Ah, Edmund." Once outside the dark office, the old wizard finally stopped calling him "child."

"...Actually, now that we've confirmed that you're not possessed by a demon as your father claimed, that's enough to help me deal with the pressure from the board of directors."

The old wizard smiled.

"Mr. Soman has a wider network of connections than I thought. Many people like this deputy minister from Germany."

"However, if you can be more tolerant of others, you should avoid causing yourself more controversy."

The old wizard spoke in a suggestive manner.

Edmund gave a slight shrug, seemingly unconcerned.

Seeing him like this, Dumbledore offered a few more words of advice.

In the end, it's all just empty talk that's absolutely correct.

Dumbledore said that he was exceptionally gifted, and therefore should be more tolerant of his peers and make more friends.

He should treat those weaker than him with more love and share the love and kindness his mother gave him with others.

The genie felt a complex mix of emotions as he listened to Dumbledore's words.

"Incredible." Edmund raised his head slightly and glanced at Dumbledore.

"Do you really believe what you're saying, these 'correct' but useless 'arguments'?"

"To be honest, sometimes I can't help but feel that you are hypocritical, because I know very well that this is not your true nature—but as we have discussed before, you seem to have really turned back and repented."

And so, you've become what you are today: a "good person" who perfectly fits the world's definition of a "good person," right?

The two wizards, one old and one young, looked at each other, their blue eyes, connected by blood, showing little emotion.

"But I don't believe your success stems from the 'correct arguments' you spout, Professor."

"Because of your strength, you are destined for success and glory. This is not given to you by 'the orthodox doctrine,' but on the contrary, it is because you chose to be a good person that you have become the most important and indispensable 'good person' in the magical world."

In reality, there are absolutely no benefits to being a good person.

Edmund finished speaking cunningly, and before Dumbledore could reply, the loud noise successfully destroyed the elevator's power unit.

Dumbledore was indeed powerful enough; he immediately drew his wand, preventing the carriage from falling.

The old wizard quickly entered a meditative state. His expression turned serious, and he pondered things that even Edmund couldn't have imagined.

Dumbledore's first suspicion was of the Muggle government.

He was very worried that this was the Muggle government declaring war on the Ministry of Magic.

Dumbledore wasn't just worrying unnecessarily.

As a significant figure in the wizarding world who truly experienced World War II and is relatively "pro-Muggle,"

Dumbledore clearly knew more about Muggles than most wizards.

This means that he did not underestimate the power of Muggle firearms like most wizards. He also knew that many weapons could not be stopped by armor alone.

Although Dumbledore was over ninety years old, he was quick-witted and even faster in action.

With a wave of his wand, the old wizard sent the elevator car hurtling upwards. The moment it reached the second basement level, the top of the car was glued to the upper wall of the elevator shaft.

This caused Edmund and Crowley, who didn't like playing Quidditch, to feel nauseous from the sudden feeling of weightlessness.

Dumbledore, however, showed no sign of stopping. He instructed:

"Please stay here, Crowley. You must protect Mr. Hagen; he is now unable to defend himself."

"but-."

"Crowley".

Crowley fell silent. Edmund was about to ask, "And what about me?" when suddenly, the old wizard grabbed his shoulder, followed by that familiar squeezing sensation—Dumbledore had Apparated.

"Stay close to me, Edmund. This is important."

"Dumbledore said, practically dragging Edmund forward.

Edmund coughed twice, feeling nauseous from the two consecutive high-speed movements. Fortunately, he didn't vomit anything, gritted his teeth, and continued walking to catch up with Dumbledore.

The two had returned to the first floor of the Ministry of Magic. The literal meaning here was completely jumbled.

The good news is that although pieces of paper flew everywhere and many things were thrown to the ground, and most of the Ministry of Magic staff looked panicked, no one was injured.

Most members instinctively gravitated toward their department leaders, wanting to know what had happened; some of the older, more cautious members simply teleported away from the department.

Dumbledore rushed through the crowd, practically carrying Edmund, and found a trustworthy acquaintance:

"Arthur!"

This is a young man with red hair; he looks almost like a student.

"Professor Dumbledore!"

Arthur, jostled and pushed by the passing members, was holding his wand along with several other wizards.

They wanted to stabilize and repair another malfunctioning, rickety elevator.

Upon seeing Dumbledore in the crowd, he immediately perked up and showed a look of surprise.

"What happened? What's going on?"

Dumbledore spoke quickly, then waved his wand, restoring the twisted and deformed steel frame to its original position.

Arthur's eyes lit up, but then he pursed his lips, as if he didn't know how to start the conversation.

"Oh dear." He glanced towards the side hall, looking both troubled and sympathetic.

"Arthur".

Dumbledore urged him calmly, which brought him back to his senses.

"It's those Squibs!" Arthur said, then let out a long sigh. "They've completely gone mad, Professor!"

"Those poor souls somehow got hold of those fire-breathing sticks that Muggles love to use, and one of them caused a bigger commotion than fireworks."

The young wizard gestured wildly, trying his best to illustrate the shape of the thing.

Edmund looked at him with a strange expression.

Clearly, the "stick" that Arthur mentioned causing the commotion refers to a rocket-propelled grenade, an anti-tank rocket launcher—commonly known as an RPG.

As Arthur spoke, he sighed again.

"They emerged from the fireplace in droves, injuring several people. They've completely gone mad! I don't know how this is going to end!"

"Mr. Minkham arrived at the scene quickly, and now they have been forced into a side hall by the Aurors."

Dumbledore nodded upon hearing this, then glanced down at Edmund, as if considering whether to leave the child behind.

—But without a doubt, having Edmund by your side is the safest option when chaos ensues.

"I'll go check it out."

The old wizard looked at Edmund and spoke as if seeking his opinion.

"Okay, Professor."

Edmund's compliant reply took another step toward Dumbledore, indicating his willingness to follow.

"Take good care of yourself, and if any new situations arise, contact me through your guardian angel."

After giving his instructions, Dumbledore led Edmund toward the center of the chaos.

Edmund, who was practically being dragged along by him, inwardly curled his lip in disapproval.

Although everything is proceeding according to plan.

—But he never expected that his entrance would be so wolfish and foxy!