Spellcasting Gods

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The vast amount of knowledge and chaotic false memories overwhelmed the clone's brain like a flood, causing him to scream in agony.

"Aaaaaaahh ...

Soon, childhood stories, teenage love, and adult troubles slowly surfaced before his eyes. With the help of self-deception in his mind, he filled in the gaps and began to truly accept his identity, acknowledging that he was indeed Albus Dumbledore's twin brother.

Compared to his renowned brother, he was just a little mouse living in his shadow, doing shady things for him.

In an instant, anger, resentment, jealousy, and a longing for freedom filled every sensitive nerve in his body.

About seven or eight minutes later, the poor clone slowly stood up and asked with a gloomy expression, "Tell me, what dirty work does my dear twin brother want me to do for him this time?"

“It’s simple! Here’s a list. Kill them all.” Zhang Cheng calmly handed over a robe, a magic wand, and a parchment covered with addresses and names.

"Understood!" Without saying a word, the clone took the items, put on a robe, turned around, and disappeared through the portal into the streets of London.

He had no idea that he was just an insignificant pawn, and that the list consisted of Ministry of Magic officials who refused to be bribed or won over.

Regardless of whether the assassination ultimately succeeds or not, it will completely sever the relationship between Dumbledore and the Ministry of Magic, making them utterly adversaries.

If Lucius were to contact the assassin at this point, he would surely receive a completely different response.

Of course, more importantly, this test can clarify whether this soul-creating technology is mature and whether there are any flaws that Zhang Cheng has not noticed.

If not, then upon returning, he will begin to endow AI X with true independent consciousness and life, transforming it from a special AI somewhere between weak and strong AI into a mechanical life form.

But before that, he still has a whole host of problems to solve, such as data transfer, the docking and transformation of souls and mechanical bodies, and the self-replication properties of digital life...

Chapter 0773 The Dragon Slayer

A few days later, the Daily Prophet published a front-page headline about the attack on four Ministry of Magic officials, one of whom was killed and three injured, with a house-elf seeing a killer who looked exactly like Dumbledore.

This news not only overshadowed the "savior's" participation in the three-way competition, but also sent a chill down the spine of the unsuspecting principal.

Especially the old man wearing a mask in the newspaper, whose height, build, gait, and even his full head of white hair and long beard were almost identical to his.

To this end, he even went to investigate his father, who was sentenced to life imprisonment for murder, to confirm that he had not run away halfway through his sentence, but had remarried and had new siblings.

Fortunately, the Rhodesians did not yet have conclusive evidence, and given Albus Dumbledore's high prestige in the British wizarding world, the Ministry of Magic did not rashly take arrest action.

The problem is that a flood of negative public opinion has overwhelmed him like a tide, and almost every now and then someone will reveal some of his dark history from his early years.

For a time, denouncing Dumbledore became almost a daily occurrence in the British wizarding community.

Although many people didn't care much at first, Zhang Cheng, who was pulling the strings behind the scenes, knew that a lie repeated a thousand times becomes the truth.

As long as one can firmly control the media, reversing the truth is an incredibly easy thing to do.

Perhaps an occasional negative news story cannot shake the status of a powerful wizard like Dumbledore in people's minds, but what if there are a hundred, a thousand, or ten thousand such stories?

In preparation for this day, Lucius Malfoy had already acquired almost all the news media in the wizarding world, including the Daily Prophet, so having a reporter like Rita Skeeter fabricate and distort the facts was as easy as eating and drinking.

With Albus Dumbledore embroiled in a mess of negative news, the first event of the Triwizard Tournament finally began amidst much anticipation.

Sitting high on the set-up stands, Zhang Cheng watched with great interest as Harry Potter battled fiercely against the dragon below, and commented with a smile, "Looks like he's still too green; he hasn't even managed to get his target yet."

“Teacher, I don’t understand what you mean. In my opinion, Potter has done a great job, at least a hundred times better than those two. I guarantee that Viktor Krum and Fleur Delacour would never dare to fight a dragon head-on.” Draco stepped in to defend his friend.

"Good? No, my dear student, you shouldn't set your standards so low. What are Viktor Krum and Fleur Delacour? Have they received more rigorous training than you? Do they possess more knowledge and spells than you? Obviously not. They're no different from most students, their heads still full of naive and foolish ideas. If you always compare yourself to guys like that, you'll never reach the true pinnacle of magic." Zhang Cheng chuckled and shook his head.

Upon hearing this, Draco quickly lowered his head and admitted his mistake: "I'm sorry to have disappointed you. But I still don't understand why you thought Potter could quickly subdue a fire dragon with extremely high magic resistance in a head-on battle?"

“Remember, the mark of a powerful wizard is the ability to use wisdom. What you call a powerful dragon is, in essence, nothing more than a mindless beast. If Harry had used ice magic to bind the dragon’s wings and feet from the beginning, and then blinded it, would he have had such a difficult time?” Zhang Cheng explained with a half-smile.

Just as Malfoy stood there lost in thought, a deafening cheer suddenly erupted in the hall.

After a fierce battle, the boy, who had miraculously survived, finally delivered a powerful blow that caused Long Qiangzhuang's heart to briefly stop. He collapsed to the ground with a thud, raising the golden egg high in his hand.

Undoubtedly, this extreme, passionate, and violent approach is far more entertaining and exciting for the audience than the previous two contestants.

It is human nature to admire the strong, especially when someone already has a great reputation and a mysterious aura.

"Excuse me, Professor, I need to go congratulate Harry." Cho Chang was the first to stand up and quickly ran towards the fence exit.

She had no idea that her intense infatuation with the boy was entirely due to someone subtly manipulating things in her mind.

Moreover, as a disposable tool, her life will end before the end of this semester, becoming the seed that ignites the "savior's" raging fury and hatred.

Draco and many students followed suit, and in the blink of an eye, more than half of the people in the stands rushed to the exit to offer compliments and blessings to Harry Potter. Almost no one paid any attention to the last contestant, Ron, who was walking alone into the arena.

Sensing the intense jealousy in the other person's eyes, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but reveal a barely perceptible hint of amusement. He lowered his voice and muttered to himself, "Aha! The show is finally about to begin. Come on, show me your strength, let me see just how far you're capable..."

"What are you muttering about?" Hermione had obviously heard something and looked up curiously.

"No, it's nothing. I'm just looking forward to his performance." Zhang Cheng deliberately put his arm around the girl's waist from behind and whispered in her ear in a very intimate and ambiguous manner.

"No! This is a public place!" Hermione's face flushed red instantly, and she bit her lower lip to remind her.

"Don't worry, everyone's attention is focused on Harry right now, no one will notice us at all." Zhang Cheng comforted them softly while making some subtle but noticeable movements.

Because he had noticed that Ron's eyes, which were beginning to turn yellow, were constantly glancing towards the audience, and towards where he and the girl were.

Under the influence of intense negative emotions, the boy finally reached a critical state within a few seconds. His right hand, hidden beneath his black robe, began to mutate, and he charged towards the roaring fire dragon like a madman.

"Die, you scum!"

With a furious roar, he passed the dragon at a speed almost imperceptible to the naked eye.

next second...

"Awooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

The fire dragon let out a scream that chilled everyone present, and then collapsed to the ground with a thud. Precious dragon blood gushed out from a wound on its chest, which had been cut by something, and could not be stopped no matter what it did.

Before the staff could even react to what had happened, the poor dragon breathed its last.

Standing beside the corpse, Ron tilted his head back slightly, letting the bright red blood splatter on his body and face, as if announcing his rebirth to the world.

From this day forward, no one will be able to look down on him anymore, and no one will treat him as a clown or servant by the side of the "savior"...

Chapter 0774 Are you ready?

Shock!

accident!

incredible!

Almost all the Hogwarts students and professors who knew Ron involuntarily stood up, staring wide-eyed at his lonely figure and the enormous fire dragon corpse that contrasted sharply with it.

Even the adult wizards who were about to rush forward to subdue the fire dragon froze in place, seemingly unable to believe that a fierce and volatile dragon had been killed so easily.

Moreover, due to its incredible speed, no one even noticed what killed the dragon—whether it was a powerful spell or a magical weapon like a sword or spear.

In fact, apart from Zhang Cheng, no one in the stands paid any attention to the pitiful and humble Ron Weasley, or even believed that he was capable of completing this thrilling challenge. Most of the attention was focused on Harry Potter, who had just demonstrated his powerful spellcasting skills.

Interestingly, this unassuming "ugly duckling" staged a stunning comeback in the first event of the three-way competition.

From the moment he entered until the moment he left, it was only a few seconds. He was bathed in dragon blood and held the golden egg high.

"My God! This...this really is Ron? How did he do that?!" Hermione, regaining her senses, instinctively covered her mouth with her hand and asked incoherently.

"This is a manifestation of power! It's the explosion of long-term accumulation! Can you feel it? The intense dissatisfaction and anger hidden beneath his ordinary appearance! From today onwards, Ron Weasley will no longer be the person you know; he has been reborn..." Zhang Cheng explained meaningfully.

Through his psychic abilities, he could clearly sense the intense negative emotions within the other person, as bright as a torch in the darkness.

Next, this boy will probably, like many poor souls who suddenly gain power, unleash it recklessly, shatter all the rules he hates, and become a complete violent person.

"No! I mean! How could he possibly kill a fire dragon in an instant!" Hermione was clearly provoked, her tone filled with doubt and confusion.

In her eyes, Ron was nothing but an ignorant idiot who, apart from being loyal to his friends, had absolutely no redeeming qualities.

But this big boy was able to suddenly display overwhelming power, which almost overturned people's previous impressions of him.

Watching the girl's constantly changing expressions, Zhang Cheng leaned closer and lowered his voice, saying, "You know, darling, this world isn't as wonderful as you imagine. Behind it lie countless dark secrets. Tell me, are you sure you're ready to face this darkness, ready to say goodbye to innocence and enter the adult world?"

"me……"

Hermione was completely taken aback when the other party chose to confront her at this moment, and she panicked for a moment, lowering her head and fiddling with her cuffs helplessly.

As a bright girl, she had already noticed some clues in those experimental notes, but she subconsciously deceived herself and ignored those terrible facts.

Now, Zhang Cheng's sudden and direct mention of this matter broke down the girl's psychological defenses, making her realize that she had long been deeply entangled in the situation as an accomplice and could not extricate herself.

"Ah! It seems you're not ready yet. That's alright, I can wait. But please remember, Miss Granger, you can't live in a perfect fairy tale forever. One day you'll have to face the harsh reality. The sooner you embrace reality, the clearer your understanding of the world will become. Often, what you perceive as good and evil is just the self-righteousness of most foolish humans, hiding a naked struggle for profit behind it."

After saying that, Zhang Cheng cupped Hermione's slightly frightened face, gently kissed her forehead, and then stood up and quietly left.

He slipped through the chaotic crowd and quietly arrived at the players' rest area. Gazing at Ron, whose entire body was soaked in dragon blood, he waited a full minute before chuckling and teasing, "How does it feel to be a dragon slayer? Isn't it intoxicating?"

“Very good! Especially when those bastards shut their mouths and fall silent, it’s simply intoxicating,” Ron replied with a ferocious expression.

“That’s right! It seems you’ve already grasped the value of strength!” Zhang Cheng was clearly satisfied with the boy’s cynical attitude and nodded slightly. “Yes, humans are such hypocritical creatures. When you’re weak, they’ll laugh at you, but once you’re strong enough, they’ll shut their mouths and show fear and apprehension. After the competition, our dear Headmaster Dumbledore will definitely have a talk with you. You should know what to do, right?”

"Don't worry! I see through his hypocrisy! I won't believe that ridiculous rhetoric that even Harry wouldn't believe."

"Excellent! Congratulations on passing the first test. From now on, all the students at Hogwarts will get to know you in a new light, the mighty Ron Weasley, a rising star. Be prepared, it won't be long before you become the most respected and welcomed person in the school."

As the last word slipped out, a playful smile flashed across Zhang Cheng's face, and he slightly bowed, placing one hand on his chest.

Knowing how to read people's minds, he understood that what the boy craved most at that moment was respect from others, to satisfy his pitiful and insignificant sense of self-esteem.

In fact, in the process of interpersonal communication, a small, unintentional gesture can often shorten the distance between people and establish a relationship based on trust or goodwill.

Zhang Cheng didn't mind doing more of this kind of thing, which required almost no investment to get huge returns, since it didn't cost him anything.

……

Meanwhile, Albus Dumbledore's evil twin brother, Leon, is lying in ambush near a telephone booth in the heart of London, the British capital.

Of course, this is no ordinary phone booth, but a secret entrance to the Ministry of Magic. Anyone who goes in, dials 62442 and explains their purpose will activate the corresponding mechanism.

However, having already been offered a bounty for his capture, he naturally couldn't just swagger in, so he could only hide here and patiently wait for his target to appear.

About half an hour later, several wizards escorted a short, stocky old man with gray curly hair out of the phone booth.

Without any hesitation!

The clone Leon suddenly rushed out from the dark corner, raised his wand and shot a green killing curse, knocking the unfortunate outermost guy to the ground and killing him instantly.

"Damn it! There's an attacker!"

"Quickly! Protect the Minister!"