Spellcasting Gods

In reality, humanity's aspirations for a better world have absolutely nothing to do with the system. The main factors that determine happiness are always material things: better food, clothing, housing, transportation, better welfare and medical systems, and more advanced technology and entertainment facilities. These are what people pursue.

If, under a slave society, masters and slaves could enjoy these things, and work no more than eight hours a day and rest two days a week, most ordinary people would not mind their status as slaves.

Conversely, has modern society truly achieved so-called "equality"?

Friedrich August von Hayek, a renowned advocate of free-market economics in the Western world, once said: "Money is one of the greatest instruments of freedom invented by mankind. Only money is open to the poor, while power never is."

In some respects, he was not wrong. In feudal Europe, all power was held by the aristocratic class, and it was almost impossible for commoners to obtain a way to change their social class.

But there is a second part to this statement that is left unsaid: "Although money may be open to the poor, as capital continues to accumulate, it will inevitably flow more and more towards large capital, thus making the rich richer and the poor poorer, and gradually giving rise to a new and firmly established class that monopolizes power."

Therefore, to some extent, equality can only remain in the theoretical and fantastical stage, and there is absolutely no possibility of its realization.

After all, from the moment of birth, people are genetically determined to be either more intelligent or relatively mediocre.

If a group of mediocre or even foolish people were to become rulers, it would be a disaster for the entire society. Therefore, the world will always be ruled by intelligent people and ruled by mediocre people. Regardless of the system, this class system exists naturally and cannot be eliminated at all.

Dumbledore's biggest mistake was that he wanted mediocre people to replace intelligent people and become the ruling class of the wizarding world.

Voldemort, having seen through the true nature of the wizarding world, resolutely raised his banner and supported the pure-blood nobles in regaining their power.

It is easy to find by flipping through the book "The History of Magic" that wizards who have left their mark on history or made significant inventions usually come from pure-blood noble families. Even Dumbledore himself was an ancient pure-blood nobleman.

Once everyone had left, Harry Potter couldn't help but cautiously probe, "Teacher, do you support Voldemort?"

"Support? No, I only have a small collaboration with him, so it's not a matter of support. Don't worry, I won't stop you from taking revenge, but before you do, I suggest you pretend to submit and observe his every move closely. When the time is right, launch a fatal attack from behind. After all, to defeat a powerful enemy, you must first understand his weaknesses, right?" Zhang Cheng took the opportunity to instill his ideas in the "savior".

"Understood! I will do as you ask." Harry nodded through gritted teeth.

Seeing the intense hatred that inadvertently flashed in the boy's eyes, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but curl the corners of his lips slightly, and softly comforted him, "Relax, I promise you won't have to endure it for long. Trust me, rather than directly killing your enemy, let them think they've won, and then knock them into the abyss while they're immersed in their triumphant joy. That expression is the most anticipated, giving you an unparalleled sense of satisfaction..."

Chapter 0753 The Last Piece of the Puzzle

After officially turning against Dumbledore, Zhang Cheng immediately felt the pervasive hostility around him upon returning to school.

Whether it was Snape, with whom they already had a very bad relationship, or the other professors who usually maintained a neutral attitude, they all adopted an isolationist approach, and even refused to greet each other when they met.

Perhaps for others, this would cause complex psychological changes, or they might even be unable to tolerate such a living environment and resign voluntarily.

Unfortunately, Zhang Cheng didn't care about any of that. Instead, he encouraged his two students, Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy, to actively display their talents and establish great prestige among the students.

After all, Hogwarts is a magic school, and the most important thing is not the professors, but these students who are hailed as the future of the British magical world.

If we can win them over, we can influence the attitudes of the parents behind them, thereby changing public opinion and the attitudes of the Ministry of Magic bureaucrats.

This is why, back then, Liddo couldn't wait to decline the position of Minister of Magic and instead stayed here as the headmaster, a position he held for half a century.

Fortunately, this bloodless fighting only lasted for a little over a month before ending in a truce.

Of course, it wasn't because the conflict between the two sides had eased, but because the entire semester had ended and all the students were taking the express train home to enjoy a relaxing and enjoyable summer vacation.

Given his dislike for the Dursleys, Harry Potter did not return to the home he had lived in for twelve years this time. Instead, he accepted Draco's invitation to spend the entire holiday at Malfoy Manor.

It has to be said that this was incredibly ironic, and it infuriated Albus Dumbledore.

It should be noted that not long ago, Lucius had used his excellent political skills to unite the school board and Ministry of Magic officials to severely limit his power as headmaster, especially his power to appoint personnel and control finances.

While the old man was busy calming the professors down and dealing with all sorts of messy matters at the school, Zhang Cheng easily shook off the little tail following him and went straight to the door of a seemingly ordinary house. He raised his hand and gently knocked on the door.

boom! boom! boom!

After a few knocks on the wood, a white woman who looked to be about thirty-four years old opened the door and asked in a polite voice, "Hello, sir, is there anything I can help you with?"

"Ah! Hello, Mrs. Granger. I'm Hermione's professor. Is she home right now?" Zhang Cheng politely bowed and explained his purpose.

"Professor?!" The woman was stunned for a moment, then quickly reacted, covering her mouth in surprise. "Oh my God! You...you're a wizard? Excuse me, please come in, Hermione is in her room upstairs."

"Thank you very much!" Zhang Cheng said politely, stepping into the house, which was full of British style.

But before he could even sit down, Hermione's mother immediately yelled at the top of her lungs, "Granger! Get down here! A professor from school is looking for you!"

"Wh...what?!"

The girl, dressed in a casual T-shirt and denim shorts, quickly ran down the stairs at the sound of her companion's surprised shout.

When she saw who it was, her pupils suddenly contracted.

After all, she still vividly remembers what happened in the tree hole more than a month ago, and she even has nightmares about it occasionally.

"Looks like you had a good holiday. How about we talk privately?" Zhang Cheng asked with a smile.

Hermione hesitated for a moment, but finally nodded slightly: "Okay!"

"You guys chat, I'm going out for a walk, I'll be back in half an hour."

When her mother saw this, she immediately grabbed a coat and went out for a walk to give the two of them some privacy.

Watching her mother walk away, the girl looked up and asked in a somewhat uncertain tone, "Professor, what do you want to talk to me about first?"

“It’s very simple. I want you to join my side, just like Harry. In return, I can teach you profound magical knowledge that you can never learn at Hogwarts, and protect your parents from harm in future wars.” Zhang Cheng made no attempt to hide his intentions and stated his conditions frankly.

As his research into the power of creation deepened, he increasingly felt the need for an assistant.

Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy clearly lacked this talent, so he could only set his sights on Miss Know-It-All.

Hermione's academic performance clearly demonstrates her exceptional talent in theory and research, making her a near-perfect candidate.

"War?!" The girl's eyes widened in surprise, seemingly unable to believe that she would hear such a terrifying word from a professor.

“Yes! War! War in the wizarding world!” Zhang Cheng gave a direct and affirmative answer. “You should know that human history is a history of war, especially the war in the wizarding world, which has never stopped. In particular, the ambitious Voldemort is not truly dead; he is plotting his return to start a new war. At that time, the British wizarding world will be divided in two: either join Dumbledore to fight against Voldemort, or join Voldemort to start a revolution, destroy everything that exists, and establish a new order. Only I am qualified to protect some people with a neutral attitude.”

"Why are you telling me this? What is your purpose?" Hermione was terrified, as she learned of the dark secrets hidden behind the scenes for the first time.

“I need you! To be precise, I need your talent to assist me in completing a great research project. Besides, can you bear to watch your parents die a murder, or to avoid danger by erasing their memories once and for all, leaving yourself to spend the rest of your life in agony? Choose, Miss Granger, this will determine your future.” A silver glint flashed in Zhang Cheng’s pupils as he began to influence the other woman’s brain through his psychic abilities.

In just a few seconds, Hermione seemed to see the desolate scene of being separated from her parents in the future, and she couldn't help but shed tears.

Once back in reality, she quickly wiped away her tears, bit her lower lip tightly, and answered in a resolute tone, "No! I will never let that happen! I agree to your terms, Professor."

“Fantastic! I assure you you won’t regret your choice. Here, I have some experimental data. Your first task is to find the fuzzy pattern in the chaotic results. If you complete this task before the start of the semester, I will give you two amulets, amulets strong enough to protect the wearer’s life.”

After saying that, Zhang Cheng stood up, took out a tissue, gently wiped away the girl's tears, and then left behind a thick notebook before casting a teleportation spell and disappearing from the spot.

He knew perfectly well that Hermione would be immediately captivated by the contents of that lab notebook the moment she opened it.

Curiosity and the desire to explore the unknown are human nature, and some people exhibit this in a particularly strong way; Miss Know-It-All is one of them.

Chapter 0754 Mutants

Late at night, in the most secret room beneath Malfoy Manor, a cold corpse lies on an autopsy table.

Dobby, the modified house-elf, is busy injecting some potions that emit strange energy.

Whenever a potion is injected into the muscle tissue, the corpse undergoes different degrees of mutation. Its skin turns into hard rock, or it grows strange scales and hair. Some even transform directly into elemental forms such as water and fire, making it seem like a treasure trove with infinite possibilities.

Clearly, this was no ordinary corpse, but a Hogwarts student with the power of creation within him. To be precise, he had officially graduated this summer and was planning to find a job and start a new life.

Incredibly, he suddenly came into contact with something that caused a mutation in his creative power, triggering a violent energy shock that resulted in his untimely death.

The mutations caused by the power of creation did not disappear with death; they were preserved perfectly.

Before the accident, this was the slowest and most inconspicuous of all the test subjects, so Zhang Cheng wanted to figure out what caused the changes in the Creation Power hormone, which even killed its host.

As he stared at the constantly changing corpse, deep in thought, the house-elf suddenly stopped what he was doing and cautiously said, "Great and evil master, Dobby has done as you instructed, examining every inch of skin and muscle."

"So, tell me what you found?" Zhang Cheng asked casually, narrowing his eyes.

"Yes, Master. Dobby has discovered something very interesting! Although he died, his cells did not die, but entered another state, a state that can almost be called immortality." The house-elf raised his hands and shouted excitedly.

"Immortality?" Zhang Cheng raised his eyebrows in surprise.

“That’s right, Master, immortality.” Dobby extended a finger and gently traced it across the corpse’s left arm. He grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth, and explained, “Look! Even though this person is dead and the blood is no longer flowing, the single cells still maintain a powerful self-repairing ability and can actively draw magical energy from the air to sustain their survival.”

Seeing this, Zhang Cheng chuckled and shook his head: "No, this can't be considered immortality. At most, it's just an enhanced version of a troll's physique. True immortal cells should be indestructible, able to survive any kind of attack."

“Your demands are too high, great master. In some ways, this corpse has already reached the standard of immortality in the minds of most wizards. Perhaps you could consider using it to create a body for the Dark Lord; I believe he would be very satisfied,” Dobby said with a sinister look.

It must be said that after the transformation, he has completely abandoned his former innocent and kind side, and has completely merged with the sinister and cunning personality in his subconscious, making him an out-and-out dangerous element.

"Use it to make a new body for Voldemort? That's a good idea." As he spoke, Zhang Cheng raised his right hand and forcibly extracted a large amount of black, ink-like substance from the corpse, then put it into a glass container about the thickness of a forearm.

Sensing the chaotic magical energy surging within, he pursed his lips and murmured to himself in a voice only he could hear, "Then let me give my dear Dark Lord a little surprise. I hope he will like this gift..."

"Heh heh! He'll probably never know that he's unknowingly become one of your test subjects. Please allow me to offer my highest praise: you are the greatest and most evil wizard in history." Dobby bowed deeply, his eyes blazing with fanaticism and worship.

"Extract everything useful, then dispose of the body completely. I don't want to leave even the slightest trace, understand?" Zhang Cheng ignored the pointless flattery and directly issued the order to destroy the body and cover up the crime.

Currently, there are approximately 180 students at Hogwarts who possess the power of creation. To ensure the experiment proceeds smoothly, he must maintain a strict information blackout to prevent unnecessary panic and unrest.

“Understood! But are you sure you don’t want to send a copy to Miss Granger as well? She’s the assistant you chose; perhaps getting to know her sooner will be beneficial for both of you.” Dobby looked up and offered a suggestion.

Zhang Cheng stroked his chin and hesitated for a moment before nodding immediately: "Okay! But don't tell her where this came from. Hermione is still too young and needs to be trained slowly to become a qualified assistant."

“Don’t worry, Master. Dobby knows what to do.” The house-elf bowed again, then turned and drew a small bottle of black substance, disappearing from the spot using Apparition.

next second...

It appeared with a snap in Hermione's bedroom.

The girl was lying on the bed in her pajamas, looking at the experimental notes Zhang Cheng had left behind before he left, and scribbling in the notebook. Her eyebrows were almost tangled together.

When she saw a strange-looking house-elf appear in front of her, she was so frightened that she almost screamed.

fortunately!

Dobby had anticipated this situation and quickly put his index finger to his lips to silence them: "Shh! Don't be afraid, Miss Granger, I'm not here to hurt you. On the contrary, I'm here to bring you something interesting."

"Deliver something?" Hermione instinctively leaned closer to the headboard.

"Yes! Here, my master asked me to give this to you. Trust me, it will open your eyes."

After saying this meaningful sentence, Dobby placed the test tube filled with black substance on the desk next to him, then bowed slightly and used Apparition to leave again.

Once she was sure the house-elf was really gone, the girl carefully jumped off the bed, grabbed the test tube, and wanted to see what was inside.

The moment your finger touches the glass, the mysterious black substance suddenly begins to boil, emitting a dazzling array of colors!

At the same time, it seemed as if some kind of power was awakening within her, flowing rapidly through her blood vessels and causing a deep blue light to burst forth from her pupils.

The whole process lasted for about three to five minutes, until Hermione involuntarily shuddered and it finally stopped.

"Oh God! What...what's wrong with me? What happened?"

Through the dressing mirror placed in the corner, she could clearly see that her originally thick brown hair had turned into an eerie deep blue color under her eyes, constantly changing like flowing water, making her as beautiful as a fairy in a fairy tale.