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However, he didn't want to interfere. After all, it was his divine messenger, so let it be abused, it's no big deal.

“My lord, it seems you were calling me just now.” Laurentina silently appeared behind Yarman, holding a chainsaw, and whispered in his ear.

Yarman nodded. "Indeed, I was just thinking about how you abused the Dream Realm to enhance yourself."

“Well… you know, the environment is too harsh right now. I need to strengthen myself so I can better complete the task you gave me, right?” Laurentina blinked and explained with a smile.

“Yes, that’s why I’ve decided to leave you alone.” Yarman turned around and looked at her seriously, saying, “But you have to know your limits. Absorbing the energy of the Dream Realm is fine, but don’t get carried away. Don’t let the energy of the Dream Realm erode your reason. I don’t want my only divine messenger to become a crazy walking corpse.”

"Please rest assured, I will take care of myself before I become a zombie." Laurentina replied with a smile. During this time, she had seen many creatures who thought they could control the Dream Realm, manipulated it at will, and were eventually completely corrupted and driven mad by the Dream Realm's energy.

This situation was particularly severe in Lateran, Iberia, and Shelag, where their gods were too closely connected to them. Large numbers of fanatical believers frantically sacrificed themselves to strengthen their connection with their Lord, and were eventually completely corrupted and assimilated by the power of their Lord, becoming corrupted and crazed zombies.

In those places, such people are not called corrupted madmen, but living saints. They are regarded by ordinary believers as extensions of the Lord's will and divine messengers walking among humans, but in essence, they are corrupted, insane walking corpses.

The sun can indeed warm people's hearts, but getting too close can burn you to death!

Laurentina was so aware of this situation because she had also tried to sacrifice everything she had to the laws of life in the world, hoping to become one with them, but at the last moment, she was rejected.

The Yarman clone that remained within the Law of Life of Terra severed her sacrifice, preventing her from becoming a mindless, completely corrupted, and insane zombie.

Looking at the smiling Laurentina, Yarman felt helpless. His divine messenger was too crazy, daring to sacrifice his entire being to the Law of Life.

Just as he was about to say something, Laurentina interrupted him, "My Lord, what's the difference between being completely corrupted by the energy of the Dream Realm and being completely corrupted by the power of the world's laws?"

"There's no difference. Essentially, they're both completely assimilated by a more powerful energy and will." Yarman shrugged and answered calmly. The only difference between the two might be that the power of the laws is cleaner, while the energy of the Dream Realm is more turbid, but what's the big difference?

Upon hearing this, Laurentina remained silent for a moment, then suddenly said, "My Lord, I am preparing to travel to other planets to observe the life forms on them."

“I understand.” Yarman held out a card to her. “From today onwards, you are a super user of Terra, with privileges such as portals that allow unlimited distance travel.”

Laurentina paused for a moment when she saw the card in front of her, then gave a stunning smile. She put down the chainsaw, slowly knelt on one knee, raised her hands above her head, and took the card.

"...Your will, my lord!"

Chapter 214: First Arrival at Hogwarts

Two days later.

"Are you all packed? Let's go then, don't keep them waiting." Yarman, carrying his luggage, looked at Mostima, who was slowly walking into the hall behind him, constantly looking at the notebook in her hand. He put down his luggage and walked up to her curiously, "What are you looking at! It's so interesting."

“I’m checking if I forgot anything,” Mostima replied without looking up, glancing at the luggage on the floor. “Did you bring all the little gifts you said you were going to get?”

“Got it, got it all,” Yarman said helplessly, holding the directional crossing tickets. “We should go.”

Mostima glanced at the notebook one last time, then put it away. "Alright, let's go!"

"Alright, let's go!"

…………

The Harry Potter world, Hogwarts.

Since Dumbledore used himself as the starting energy to construct the Magic Network that covered the entire world, Hogwarts, as the first node of the Magic Network he chose, is very different from what it used to be.

The sky, which was usually overcast, was now cloudless. Golden sunlight streamed down from the heavens onto the planet's surface, illuminating the entire Hogwarts. Lake Windermere, which occupied most of the area, shimmered in the sunlight, and its crystal-clear waters teemed with fierce yet adorable magical creatures.

Hogwarts Castle, built atop the mountain, is even more magnificent, with its flying eaves and brackets, and is extremely luxurious. This huge Gothic magical castle is made of bricks and stones engraved with magical inscriptions. In the magical world where magical energy is becoming increasingly abundant, these bricks and stones seem to have come to life, and the inscriptions on them are radiant and glow like breathing.

Beyond that, the vast Forbidden Forest was teeming with life, with towering trees over a hundred meters tall everywhere. Various strange and wondrous terrestrial creatures roamed freely among them, and every now and then, large flocks of birds would take flight from within, soaring across the clear blue sky, like a single piece of sapphire carved into the sky.

“Actually, the scenery here is just as good as Im’s world!” Mostima stepped off the magic train, stood in the station filled with the atmosphere of the Industrial Revolution, looked around, took a deep breath, and nodded in satisfaction. She was very pleased with the scenery and air quality.

It's a great place for a vacation, relaxation, and rejuvenation!

Carrying two suitcases, Yarman also looked around, but his focus was different. He was now looking for the Hogwarts hosts. Where had they gone? Weren't they supposed to send a car to pick them up? Where were they?

Mostima looked at Yarman, who was glancing around curiously, and patted him on the shoulder. "What are you doing?"

"Dumbledore said that when we arrived, a carriage pulled by four pure black Thestrals would pick us up, but now we've arrived and the carriage hasn't come," Yarman said, looking around. He could understand that the other party couldn't afford a carriage with four Thestrals, but at least a regular car would be fine.

You said that environmental protection is needed here and cars are not allowed, so how about a regular horse-drawn carriage? Good heavens, now there isn't even a wheelchair, let alone a horse-drawn carriage.

“He’s not here yet… wait a minute, he’s here!” Mostima said, pointing to a spot not far away.

A magnificent Victorian-style carriage slowly approached the two of them, pulled by four jet-black Thestrals, with a coachman dressed in a wizard's robe gently steering the carriage.

The carriage slowly came to a stop in front of the two men. The coachman jumped down and smiled at Yarman, saying, "You must be Mr. Yarman Muller Nicholas, right? I'm sorry to have kept you waiting. Hogwarts does not allow flying during the ceremony, so the journey was much slower."

As he spoke, the man stepped forward, took the luggage from his hands, placed it on the car rack, turned around and opened the car door for the two of them, bowing slightly as if to welcome them. "Please get in, Dumbledore is already waiting for you."

"Really?" Yarman glanced at the castle in the distance, then led Mosti to the carriage.

After the two boarded the carriage, the coachman also got on. He gently spurred the Thestral, activating the magic circle on the carriage, and the carriage sped off into the distance.

Feeling the sudden push against their backs, the two exchanged a glance, and Yarman slowly said, "You call this a bit slow? I feel it's actually quite fast."

Mostima opened the carriage window and, looking at the scenery outside, asked excitedly, "Driver, are we going directly to Hogwarts, or do we need to transfer to a small boat?"

“As you wish, madam,” the coachman said, slowing the carriage slightly. “You may choose to travel by carriage or by boat.”

"Then please take us to a boat!"

“Yes, madam,” the coachman replied, turning the reins and the carriage immediately changed course, heading towards the lakeside dock. The whole process was smooth and effortless.

Sitting in the carriage, Yarman asked, "Have many people come these days?"

"To be precise, it's been over these three days, many people, sir," the coachman replied warmly, while driving the carriage and respectfully adding, "Especially in the first two days, many people came." As he spoke, he glanced curiously at the two people behind him, silently guessing their identities.

It must be another head of state or important figure from some other great world, otherwise why would they use a carriage with four Thestrals?

The coachman thought silently, his hands moving more gently and quickly, afraid that the slightest tremor of the carriage would disturb the two of them. At the same time, he pressed the highest-level alarm button to notify the person in charge of the shipping department to prepare the best boat and boatman.

The carriage soon arrived at the port. The two stepped off the carriage, their luggage already picked up by the staff, and walked toward the exquisite small boats not far away.

With the arrival of the ceremony, the old and quaint port was completely renovated. Although it was by the lake, there was no dampness or fog, and the breeze from the lake was refreshing.

Accompanied by a group of wizard staff, the two boarded the small boat, which immediately moved forward without any hesitation, yet with perfect smoothness.

Sitting on the boat, Yarman put his hand into the water, and instantly, the entire lake boiled, and all the magical creatures rushed toward the boat.

A massive school of fish gathered beneath the small boat, pressing against each other to form a small island reef made of magical creatures, lifting the boat off the water!

"This...this..." The boatman was dumbfounded when he saw this. In the past few days, he had carried so many important figures from other worlds across the lake and had seen many of the disturbances that important figures had caused unintentionally. But most of those were just minor disturbances. Compared to this, they were nothing.

What should I do now? How should I handle this?

The boatman, oar in hand, was at a loss for what to do. This strange occurrence was beyond his knowledge, and he had no way to handle it!

After thinking for a moment, he looked up helplessly and pleaded with Yarman, "My lord, please withdraw your spell!"

"I did not use any magic."

"Then... how could this be..." The boatman looked at Yarman in disbelief. How could such a commotion be caused without magic? Even those adults personally received by Dumbledore did not have such power.

Yarman lifted his hands out of the water. "I just wanted to touch the water and wash my hands."

As he raised his hand, the fish beneath the boat scattered instantly, and within seconds the reef disappeared.

Seeing this, the boatman immediately sped up, and the small boat sped towards Hogwarts Castle as if it had been given an engine, so much so that water splashed up like ocean waves from the side of the boat.

Upon reaching the dock on the other side, the boatman immediately handed the luggage to the staff on shore, and then, amidst their puzzled looks, drove the small boat away and disappeared on the lake.

"Sir, may you take us up there?" Yarman asked with a smile.

"Okay, okay, please follow me, both of you!"

Chapter 215: Goodbye Dumbledore, Meeting Harry Potter

Following the staff, they rode the Magic Elevator to Hogwarts. Looking down at the large lake, Yarman asked curiously, "Why don't we go in through the big hole below?"

"Um... this." The staff member hesitated for a moment, looking a little embarrassed, before finally explaining, "The space there was too small, and some guests are on the larger side, so we simply designed a new passageway." He nodded seriously after speaking; that was exactly it!

"..."×2

The two exchanged a glance and smiled at each other. Yarman continued walking forward and asked, "So, where will we stay tonight? Hogwarts?"

"Most of them are booked in hotels in Hogsmeade, but if you want to stay at Hogwarts, you can, just don't wander around at night."

A voice came from in front of the three. A tall old man wearing a wide, moon-white robe, a large black wizard's hat, and round-framed glasses walked forward slowly, looked at Yarman and said with a smile, "I'm glad you could come to the ceremony. I thought you would send the Doctor."

“…He didn’t want to come, saying he wasn’t invited, so I came.” Yarman paused for a moment, then said softly. He looked at Dumbledore in front of him and felt it was unreal. The thin old man in front of him was so lifeless, like an extremely old and withered tree, making one worry that he would completely wither away at any moment.

He simply couldn't reconcile the person before him with the Dumbledore of the past; they were worlds apart. The legendary wizard who had once been so robust, almost reaching the realm of the Dominator, was now a frail old man. The change was too great, too unreal.

Yarman couldn't help but ask, "What exactly did you do? Why did it turn out like this?"

"It's nothing, just a small sacrifice made for this world," Dumbledore said casually, a smile on his face as he slowly raised his hand and pointed to the golden star in the sky. "Terra must have reached planetary level by now. Look at my world, how does it compare?"

Yarman remained silent for a long time, his vast perception surging from his mind, instantly covering the entire universe, and then immediately withdrawing without any hesitation. He said earnestly, "You are slightly inferior in the number of planets, but not bad! Especially your magic network, a magnificent project."

Upon hearing his assessment, Dumbledore burst into laughter, but after a few laughs, he began to cough loudly.

"Cough cough cough cough~~!"

Seeing Dumbledore coughing, Yarman frowned slightly and casually cast a bright green spell into him. Feeling his spell disappear as if it had vanished into thin air, he said in shock, "What did you do? Why is your life force so severely depleted?"

Dumbledore recovered, took a deep breath, and said calmly, "I used all my magic to fill and ignite the first node of the magic network, thus activating it."

Looking at Dumbledore's nonchalant demeanor, Yarman shook his head in shock. This explained it all. The legendary wizard's magic was already connected to his life force. When all his magic was gone, most of his life force was gone too. If he hadn't been so strong and had such abundant life force, he probably wouldn't have been able to get out of bed.

But without vitality and with a failing body, one naturally cannot reabsorb and retain magic power, creating a vicious cycle. As expected, Dumbledore will be unable to cultivate any further and will only be able to wait for death.

Catching his breath, Dumbledore asked with a smile, "So, where are you going to live? Hogwarts?"

“…I’d rather stay in Hogsmeade.” Yarman shook his head, rejecting his suggestion. He also wanted to see what kind of people the newly arrived world administrators were.

Dumbledore was not displeased by his refusal. He smiled casually and said to the staff member standing to the side, "Take your luggage and get a room for Mr. Yarman."

"Yes, Dumbledore!" The staff member bowed slightly, picked up his luggage, and hurried away.

Dumbledore turned to the two and invited them, "Would you two like to tour Hogwarts with me? And while we're at it, I'll introduce you to my successor."

The two exchanged a glance, and Yarman took the lead and stepped forward. "Let's go take a look. By the way, your heir, I remember his name is Harry Potter, right?"

“Yes.” Dumbledore walked ahead and said slowly, “I have entrusted most of the affairs to him, and he has handled them very well. He is capable enough, and I believe he can manage this world well.”

"So you've retired now too? By the way, how's Harry's strength?" Yarman, holding Mostima's hand, followed behind Dumbledore, touring the magnificent magical fortress before them.

Dumbledore replied listlessly, "Yes, I'm resigning too. I'm handing over my position on the group management committee to him. From now on, I'll just be an ordinary group member. Besides, I don't have the energy to manage these miscellaneous tasks anymore, so I've left them all to him. As for his strength, he's just entered the legendary realm."

Hearing this, Yarman nodded. Although he was still a bit inferior to the old folks, as a group management committee member and the mouthpiece of his own world, his strength was enough. He was at least stronger than the Doctor. It has to be said that the Doctor was the weakest of all the group management members.

What's even more embarrassing is that all the group administrators improved their skills step by step on their own, except for the Doctor, who relied on Yarman's biological modification technology to improve his skills.

"Sigh, that's good, you have a good successor." Yalman said with a mix of helplessness and emotion.

Dumbledore smiled slightly. He knew about the Doctor's situation, or rather, the entire chat group knew about the Doctor's situation. He was too flamboyant. He came out to show off as soon as the modification was completed, and as a result, he became a laughing stock.

Of course, only those five worlds dared to point fingers at the Doctor in this regard; the other worlds just laughed it off.

As the two walked and talked, from the present to the past, and became increasingly happy, suddenly, a portal opened beside them, and a handsome young man wearing glasses and a dark charcoal gray suit stepped out. He bowed to Dumbledore and said, "Good day, Headmaster Dumbledore."

At the same time, he gave a mage's bow to Yarman without any hesitation, "Good day, Mr. Yarman." Then he bowed to Mostima, "Good day, Mrs. Muller."

"You know us?"

“The headmaster emphasized you to me, Mr. Yarman,” Harry Potter said with a warm smile.

Yarman glanced at Dumbledore, looked at his smiling face, nodded, took out a golden Originium from his pocket, and placed it in front of Harry.

"This specially crafted high-energy stone is our precious specialty. To witness our friendship, I am giving this Originium to you, hoping that our friendship will last forever, just like this Originium."

Looking at the Originium that was radiating terrifying energy fluctuations, Harry was slightly taken aback. At Dumbledore's prompting, he stepped forward and accepted the Originium with both hands. He smiled and said, "Thank you for the Originium you gave us. I also sincerely hope that the friendship between our two worlds will last forever."

After saying that, he carefully put away the Source Stone, bowed slightly to the three of them, turned around, opened a portal, and left Hogwarts.

After Harry left, the three continued walking forward, and Yarman continued chatting with Dumbledore, but his tone carried a hint of barely perceptible anxiety and urgency.

No, I absolutely have to get that Wutong guy to start cultivating when we get back. It's too embarrassing!

Chapter 216: The Terrifying Legend of Terra – The Emperor of Life

After saying goodbye to Dumbledore, the two rode in a carriage down the mountain towards the hotel in Hogsmeade. Along the way, Yarman simply looked out the window quietly, his brow slightly furrowed, without uttering a word.

Upon arriving at the hotel, the two thanked the coachman and slowly walked into the hotel. After passing through a group of world administrators and their attendants dressed in various styles and chatting happily, they received their room keys and returned to their room.

Entering the room, Yarman slowly walked to the wicker chair by the window and sat down without saying a word. He just looked at the magical town outside the huge floor-to-ceiling window, as if he had encountered some major problem.

"What's wrong with you?" Mostima walked to his side, leaned down against him, and asked in his ear, "Is it because of the Doctor? He may be a bit weak, but we can take it slowly..."

"Oh, no."

Yarman leaned back helplessly, looking at Mostima beside him, and said with a slightly worried expression, "I was thinking about Dumbledore. Look at him now. If we don't do something, we'll probably have to prepare black suits, white pocket squares, and black umbrellas in two or three months."

Leaning against him, Mostima thought for a moment, then nodded and said, "Isn't this good? You've lost another old adversary, and you can happily write a letter of condolence."

"That being said... well, it's still quite poignant." Yarman sighed, sounding a little sad. Although he felt he should be overjoyed at having successfully gotten rid of that old fox Dumbledore, he just couldn't feel happy. It was as if a huge stone was pressing down on his heart, making him feel suffocated.