Hogwarts: Dumbledore reigned over the wizarding world.

Chapter 219 The Return Journey and the Dream Messenger

Dumbledore was already waiting here.

"Darling, would you like to explore the city? — Ah, I suddenly remember, didn't William Weasley work as a spellbreaker in Gringotts, Egypt?"

William Weasley is Vaughn's older brother, Bill Weasley.

Yes, Bill is actually his nickname; his real name is William Arthur Weasley.

To be honest, because of the mixed language system in Europe, Vaughn didn't understand why William was called Bill. He asked Arthur and Molly, but neither of them knew either.

Calling William Bill seems to be a conventional nickname.

A strange evolution.

"There's not much to see in the city," Vaughn replied, then added with a hint of sarcasm, "As for Bill, if you're not pretending to be confused, someone who's been constantly monitoring my information should know that Bill's job is exploring ancient tombs and breaking curses. Normally, he wouldn't be in Cairo, but rather in places like the pyramids or the Sphinx."

Hearing his sarcasm, Dumbledore smiled and didn't take it to heart. He led Vaughn out of the harbor and into the city.

Both of them cast a Confusion Charm and a Muggle Expulsion Charm on themselves.

This is to avoid unnecessary trouble.

After all, Egypt was once an English colony. After Egypt gained independence, it regained control of the Suez Canal, which led to the bombing of Cairo by the Anglo-French forces.

This happened more than 30 years ago, when John Bull wasn't very popular here.

Wandering through the bustling streets, surrounded by somewhat dilapidated buildings yet exuding an exotic charm, Vaughn noticed that Dumbledore had not taken him to Cairo's Magic Market.

Instead, they traveled all the way to the most densely populated area in all of Cairo, the city of the dead in Karafah!

This is Egypt's largest slum, covering an area of ​​over ten square kilometers, housing millions of people, whose homes are also cemeteries.

"Is the person you're looking for here?"

Looking around at the filthy and chaotic environment, the Muggles living next to "dead" people, or even in the tombs of the dead, Vaughn asked.

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"Yes, but it's not in reality."

As Dumbledore spoke, he led Vaughn to the outside of a temple. The temple was already closed, but Dumbledore placed his hand on the doorknob and gently pushed it open.

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The wind howled, and the real city skyline seemed to recede into the distance like scenery outside the car window, disappearing into the distance in an instant. The dark night sky quickly "brightened" with colorful lights that emanated from the ground, like ribbons and lightning, flamboyant and expansive.

Vaughn had seen this magnificent sight before.

On the edge of a dream!

According to the interpretation of the Golden Soul theory, a person's dream will "fall" from the real world into the collective unconscious the moment it appears.

The collective unconscious manifests itself in the ether.

But that doesn't mean we can't see their traces in reality.

The so-called edge of dreams is actually the entrance to the collective unconscious. However, the edge of dreams that Vaughn had seen were only those of Essex and Jack Graves.

Their consciousness has been invaded and distorted by "De Santis," becoming a courtyard frozen in twilight.

At this moment, what Vaughn saw was the entrance to the collective subconscious of millions of people—a huge "city" made up of countless colorful and bizarre "islands".

They stretched, spread, and rose and fell on the dark, boundless plane.

From who knows where, illusory, transparent waves flowed between the "islands," dragging Dumbledore and Vaughn as they shuttled and flew between them.

Vaughn looked down at his body, which had become semi-transparent.

Yet it was different from what I had seen in the ether; there were no hazy shadows or patches of color on its surface.

It was as if the physical body had been transformed into an illusory and ethereal substance.

"This is----"

"This is our spiritual body. You can think of it as an out-of-body experience, but it's actually unrelated to the soul. It's just that the doorknob of that temple dragged a part of our consciousness into the gap between reality and the ether."

Vaughn suddenly realized: "That temple, it's a gold-plated artifact?"

"Yes." Dumbledore nodded slightly. "It is barely a wonder, scattered in various forms throughout the city. In fact, its main function is not to bring us into the Crevice, but to leave entrances in the Crevice for the dreams of all living beings in a region, and to reveal specific scenes within it."

"This is to make it easier for some people to follow the clues and directly enter the dream of a certain target—" Dumbledore said, smiling and winking. "Of course, not everyone can obtain authorization for a wonder. Only internationally renowned wizards like myself can be made an exception."

"Tsk!"

Vaughn couldn't be bothered with this old kid.

He looked curiously at the floating "islands" around him, which were densely packed and countless, with colorful light and shadow stretching to the horizon.

Apart from that, everything else is black.

The black area is not space, but nothingness. Ether is a place where time and space are irrelevant. The gap between reality and ether, which is related to ether, naturally also has corresponding characteristics.

So, in reality, he and Dumbledore were traveling through nothingness.

In reality, the two were still standing in front of that temple, one hand gripping the doorknob, motionless.

Although he wasn't controlling it this time, he did possess the talent for alchemy and had previously attempted to hack into Jack Graves. Therefore, as time went on, Vaughn gradually felt another blurry scene appear before his eyes.

In the scene, I stare blankly at the temple door, with Dumbledore beside me, the old man smiling and winking at me.

His expression was exactly the same as the one Dumbledore had seen in the "gap" at that moment.

Seemingly sensing that he was beginning to adjust, Dumbledore smiled and asked, "How are you feeling?"

Vaughn blinked: "It's completely different from using memory magic to invade someone's mind—it's like I have two pairs of eyes, two different consciousnesses."

"Of course, what enters here is a part of your spiritual body, which is almost indistinguishable from your main consciousness, essentially meaning you are multitasking."

"How did you do that?"

"The Golden Soul Theory, child, to understand ether, you must study it diligently—ah, I've found Ei."

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Dumbledore's answer came to an abrupt end.

Upon hearing the sound, Vaughn looked up and saw that the two had arrived in front of an "island," a colorful island radiating light. At the edge of the island, a person wearing a cloak, who was about to climb the steps, turned around.

Upon seeing Dumbledore, the man greeted him in a surprised yet extremely calm voice, "Albus, what brings you here?"

"Dear Piastre, it's been a long time!"

Dumbledore stepped forward and gave the man a warm hug.

Of course, it was only Dumbledore who was enthusiastic; the man whose entire body was covered by a cloak, with almost no skin visible, responded coldly and didn't even raise his hand.

"Just say what you have to say. You see, I'm still working."

He stood there, letting Dumbledore hug him, and said coldly.

He seemed eager for Dumbledore to finish asking his questions and get out of there, so he didn't even ask how Dumbledore got there.

"Oh—Piast—"

"You have 2 minutes left!"

"Alright—I'd like to discuss the situation north of the Sinai Peninsula with you. Today, coming from the Suez Canal, we saw a lot of negative emotions caused by the deaths of Muggles there—Rafah, the Golan Heights, the Jordan River—those Muggles are getting more and more outrageous—"

Before Dumbledore could finish speaking, a wizard named Piastre interrupted him: "In what capacity are you discussing this with me, Dumbledore?"

Dumbledore paused, then asked, "Uh, what's the difference?"

"There is a big difference. If you are joining as the president of the International Federation of Wizards, then please have Akinbad join as your representative and bring all the authorization documents from the Federation authorizing you to intervene in Middle Eastern and North African affairs."

Piastre's tone was cold and hostile.

Dumbledore, seemingly oblivious, continued with interest, "What if I were discussing this with you in my personal capacity?"

"Then I would answer that this is not something an English wizard like you should be concerned with. Egypt and Palestine have been independent for decades and are no longer servants of England—"

Piastre spoke sternly and sternly.

Vaughn watched the spectacle unfold. He hadn't seen anyone dare to confront Albus Dumbledore so openly in a long time. Even in America, those arrogant purebloods wouldn't dare to show the greatest white wizard, Albus Dumbledore, any respect.

Just as he was enjoying the spectacle, a fleeting figure suddenly appeared beside him, looking down at him.

A light, distinctly accented English voice floated from the figure's mouth: "Vaughn Weasley?"

Yes, you are—

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"Egyptian Dream Messenger, Lord Piastar's deputy. Egyptian names are rather long, you can call me Sara Amira."

The newcomer, like Piastar, was completely covered in a robe.

So much so that if it weren't for her distinctly feminine voice, Vaughn wouldn't even know if she was male or female. Similarly, he couldn't discern what kind of witch was hidden beneath the cloak and robe when she spoke those words.

From her voice, I could tell she was probably quite young and had a lively personality.

She glanced at Piastre and Dumbledore over there, gently raised her hand to block Vaughn's view, and said, "Come on, let the bored adults worry about their politics and deal with their conflicts. I'll show you around this space between reality and ether, how about it?"

Although she was asking questions, her posture clearly conveyed the message that "you have to accept it."

Vaughn shrugged: "Okay!"

In fact, through that brief conversation, Vaughn had already guessed why Piastre was hostile to Dumbledore.

The name Piastar clearly comes from Egyptian Muggles, as it was a type of coin used by Egyptian Muggles. According to Vaughn, Coptic people (descendants of ancient Egyptians) liked to use the names of such objects when naming their children.

Although historically, England was forced to revoke Egypt's colonial status and recognize it as an independent country in 1922, Egypt did not truly shed its colonial status until 1953, when Nasser and others overthrew Farouk.

It has only been a little over 40 years since then.

This amount of time is clearly insufficient for an old wizard from a Muggle family who experienced colonial rule to forget his hatred for the British.

Sarah Amira, on the other hand, has a typical Arabic name, so she's probably an Arab and doesn't have such a bad impression of John Bull.

He might even be a "kid" who just graduated from Vargas.

Because she's too talkative.

After taking him away, she never stopped talking.

"I've seen your name in the Daily Prophet many times these days. Some articles say you're expanding your influence and that of the WAC across the Pacific, while others say you returned empty-handed from North America. So which one is right?"

"----you guess?"

The cold response did not silence Sarah Amira. The tight cloak and burqa prevented Vaughn from seeing her expression, but judging from her tone, she seemed neither angry nor embarrassed.

He continued chattering: "You know, you're quite famous in Africa because of the wolfsbane potion. This chaotic continent, due to its proximity to the Algan Peninsula and the political problems of Muggles, has always been a favorite place for dark wizards and werewolves. No matter how much trouble they cause outside, they can just disappear into the Sahara or the Congo jungle and live a comfortable life."

"Werewolves have long been rampant in this land. Egypt is a little better off, but I've heard that in many Central African countries, wizards can hardly do anything else. They spend all year dealing with the troubles caused by werewolfism and vampirism. You have no idea how much discussion your news about you and WAC caused in Ouagadougou at the beginning of the year when it made the newspapers —"

Originally, Vaughn was impatient to listen to all this. He was ready to clear his mind and focus on organizing his lab notes and making plans for the new semester.

But Sara Amira's unintentional words rekindled his attention.

He looked up at the witch leading the way and suddenly asked, "You just graduated from Vargas this summer?"

Sara Amira turned around abruptly: "How did you know?"

"You just revealed that the news about me and WAC at the beginning of the year was being discussed by many people in Vargas. If you had already graduated at that time, you wouldn't have used Vargas as the main setting for the narrative!"

"—Many people say you're a genius. I don't know if you're a genius or not, but you're clearly terrifying!"

"Thank you for the compliment." Vaughn smiled and asked, "Why is Vagado so concerned about the wolfsbane potion?"

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Sara Amira was puzzled: "Didn't I already say? Werewolves are rampant in Africa. Waggadu has gathered young wizards from all over Africa. Everyone's hometown is facing the same problem to some extent. You invented a wolfsbane potion, which has the potential to solve this long-standing problem. Isn't it normal for everyone to discuss it?"

She did say that.

But Vaughn's next question wasn't just idle chatter; he suddenly realized that his original plan to promote Wolfsbane Potion and WAC from an official perspective had been too rigid.

They got stuck on a minor detail.

They thought that wolfification was a national-level problem, but they overlooked what wolfification really threatened.

They are the lowest strata of the magical world!

The Ministry of Magic, which rules over various countries, actually has no urgent sense of crisis regarding the rampant wolfification.

After all, how could a ruler possibly come into contact with werewolves?

Their understanding of the spread of wolf disease came only from information and intelligence relayed to them by frontline Aurors, Ministry of Magic staff, and protest letters from voters.

They themselves have no clear understanding of the harm that werewolves pose, let alone empathize with it.

Therefore, since the establishment of WAC and the international trade system for wolfsbane medicine, most of the countries that have truly cooperated so far are small countries.

I was narrow-minded before, thinking that small countries were more sensitive to werewolf infestations because they lacked their own armed forces, had small territories, and sparse populations.

However, they failed to consider that the small size of the territory and the sparse population were not the main reasons. Rather, it was because of these two factors that the rulers could clearly feel the threat posed by the werewolves and were eager to deal with them.

Medium and large countries, however, have sufficient depth to buffer the threat of werewolves to the ruling class, making it difficult for rulers to directly perceive the harm of werewolfism.

That's why they've been indifferent to the wolfsbane drug trade system—no matter how much trouble the werewolves cause, it just means more accident reports on the desks of the officials, and more casualty figures in those reports.

Are we going to keep the gentlemen from continuing to play music and dance?

Of course it won't delay!

Only the lower classes of the magical world truly care about this issue.

Vaughn realized that he had indeed been assimilated by the peaceful environment in England and had not even considered such an obvious factor.

"Oh----"

Vaughn chuckled. He had always criticized the English Ministry of Magic for its whitewashing, which had made wizards lose their vigilance against danger.

He never realized that he had been influenced without even realizing it. The reason he was vigilant about Voldemort was simply because he knew the "plot".

Outside of the storyline, he's no different from other English wizards.

Of course, it could also be because he has never lived in a chaotic place, whether in his past or present life, and peace seems to be a matter of course in his mind.

With a sigh of relief, Vaughn suddenly felt a sense of clarity.

He not only noticed a new breakthrough in WAC's development, but also discovered that the tasks issued by the system provided him with a direction to push forward, such as international university exchange and learning!

How many students in the world are curious about Hogwarts? And how many are interested in the Wolfsbane Potion and in Vaughn Weasley?

The heated debate in Vargadu is likely not isolated, but rather widespread throughout the world.

He could invite world-renowned magic schools to send students to Hogwarts for exchanges, focusing on topics such as wolfsbane potion or potion development.

This is a highly academic method, untainted by any politics or interests, and a perfectly legitimate way to conduct diplomatic communication with the Eastern Magic School.

Normally, even the most closed-off countries would not reject purely academic exchanges.

Of course, the details still need to be considered further.

When he completes system tasks, unless there is truly no other way to exploit him, he will generally take the opportunity to maximize his own interests.

His attention was diverted from the problem he was thinking about, while Sara Amira, who was leading the way, continued to chatter away, completely unaware of the change in his thoughts.

"—This crevice covers the entire Karafah, and is the entrance to the dreams of millions of people. I have been working here since I graduated, and it is the job that all the wizards in Egypt yearn for."

Sara Amira spoke with pride.

Vaughn knew she had every reason to be proud.

He had heard of dream messengers, a unique profession of wizardry found only on the African continent. They practiced special magic and were able to travel freely through dreams.

But what truly makes Sara Amira proud and what makes the profession of Dream Messenger so great is that they are the guides for young wizards!

Every country in the world has its own unique methods for guiding young wizards.

England, possessing the two magical artifacts, the Pen of Acceptance and the Book of Admission, is undoubtedly the most relaxed. When each young wizard awakens, his or her name is recorded in the Book of Admission by the Pen of Acceptance. When he reaches the appropriate age, the Book of Admission will automatically send out an invitation and contract, which will then be relayed by Hogwarts to the contractor.

So all Hogwarts needs to do is pay for some ink and parchment—oh, and when it comes to Muggle families, the vice-principal usually has to do some physical work, visiting each one in person.

So, what will countries without a pen of acceptance and a book of entry do?

Sara Amira provided the answer!

She pointed to the countless, tangible dream "islands" stretching endlessly in the dark space and said, "The job of the Dream Messenger is to patrol these dreams. Every night we travel among these countless islands, observing the feedback of Muggles' daily experiences in the dreams, collecting information that may be related to magical disturbances, and then using that information to pinpoint which child is suspected of showing signs of a magical disturbance."

"Next, he or she will become our focus of observation—Muggles are always moving around, and we must ensure that the young wizard's address remains within our observation range. This process usually takes 3-4 years (magic riots generally occur around the age of 8)."

"Furthermore, we must avoid contact with them during the process to avoid influencing them or violating the Secret Law. We will only appear in their dreams to guide them to Vagado when the young wizards are 11 years old and meet the age requirements for learning."

Vaughn asked curiously, "You must be very busy with your work, and there must be many students in Ouagadougou, right? Egypt is already very big, let alone the whole of Africa."

"————"

To his surprise, Sara Amira paused for a moment, then slowly shook her head: "Egypt and South Africa will be quite busy, but in other places—the Muggle political situation has had a terrible impact. In fact, there aren't as many students in Vagado as you think. Many potential young wizards won't even live to see the magical upheaval—"

Her once lively voice fell silent: "Even if a magical upheaval has occurred, the young wizards we've recorded can hardly avoid accidents—war, poor security, famine, plague—there are too many disasters that can take them away. We—we are just wizards, not gods, and there's very little we can do—"

For a moment, Vaughn didn't know what to say.

The two drifted silently for a while under the endless darkness and the colorful reflections of the "islands." When they arrived at an island, Sarah Amira's voice perked up again: "Look, this is the first little wizard I discovered in my career two months ago. Come on, Mr. Weasley, let me show you what she went through today."

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