The Real Hogwarts Chapter 118 Reason
In the main hall of the Ministry of Magic, which is half the size of a football field.
Voldemort and Dumbledore sat facing each other, five meters apart.
These two people, who should be the most hostile to each other in the British wizarding world today, did not fight each other as soon as they met. Instead, everyone looked so calm and peaceful on the outside, as if they were a pair of teacher and student who had not seen each other for a long time and met just to reminisce about the past.
"So who did you let into Hogwarts Castle without triggering any warnings?"
Voldemort stared into Dumbledore's eyes. There was no anger on his face, but he was really curious about the question.
"I set up those age detection magics myself. To deceive it, you need an extremely strong Confusion Spell. Who else can do this except you?"
Dumbledore still had that smile on his face and he spoke softly .
"You trust yourself too much sometimes, Tom. You trust your magic, and you trust your judgment even more."
Voldemort subconsciously narrowed his eyes when he heard Dumbledore call him that. He obviously didn't like hearing this name, and he disliked the surname behind it even more.
"Confidence is never a bad thing. You taught me that, Professor Dumbledore."
"But confidence does not mean arrogance. But now I am no longer your teacher . If you don't understand some things, it will be good for me, right?"
The expression on Voldemort's face gradually darkened, and his snake-like eyes seemed to be staring at his prey.
"And what about you, Dumbledore? Are you so confident that the man who broke into the castle can rescue a group of mudbloods? Are you also so confident that those bugs in Azkaban can escape?"
"Your rule is actually a complete mess, Tom." Dumbledore said casually, as if he didn't see Voldemort's dangerous gaze. "You should have felt that violent power can only gain temporary obedience. If you want most people to truly support you, you need to let them see the benefits. But the time you have to wake up is still a little short. If you continue to manage for a longer period of time, I may not have such confidence."
Voldemort sneered.
"Why don't you mention your ridiculous love now?"
Dumbledore did not get angry at his taunting, but looked calm.
"For the greatest good, I am partly responsible for coming up with this phrase. I saw clearly what human nature is earlier than you. But magic can make an individual transcend the group. Interests can bring together a group, but love can make an individual powerful."
"So?" Voldemort asked in a cold voice, his voice echoing in the empty main hall, "You have always said that I have never mastered the most powerful magic, that so-called love. But now, who is the loser? Who is the winner? "
Dumbledore quietly met Voldemort's eyes.
"No matter what spell it is, willpower is always the driving force for casting, and love is the strongest willpower." When he said this, he suddenly laughed at himself, "But you are right. Even if I say more and say it more correctly, there is no way to hide the fact that I am indeed a loser. The mysteries of magic are endless. I am not an omniscient and omnipotent god. There will always be powers that I don't understand that are mastered by others, but--"
"Your power isn't stable either, is it?"
The main hall fell into silence, and the air seemed to be frozen. Only the sound of the second hand of a large clock hanging on the wall continued to ring.
"Are you sure that I don't dare to fight you, or is it that that incompetent loser is also in this city and he gives you enough support to make you confident enough?"
After a long time, Voldemort slowly stood up from his chair and looked down at the old man in front of him.
Dumbledore looked at him calmly.
"Neither, Tom. I believe you dare to fight me, and I also believe you are not afraid of me and Gellert joining forces, but I believe more that you are rational enough now. Your reason will tell you that if we fight in this place, there will be many problems later, which will be very disadvantageous to you."
“Your rationality has enabled you to achieve what you have today, but because of your rationality, you also have to sacrifice something for it.”
Voldemort had already drawn his wand as he spoke.
But Dumbledore still sat motionless in his chair, watching his movements.
The two of them just looked at each other silently. The hands of the clock kept moving. Although Voldemort held the wand, he never showed any intention of raising it.
Just as the hour hand of the big clock pointed to "I", Dumbledore stood up from his chair.
"It's nice to have such a pleasant chat with you, Tom, but it's getting late." He adjusted his windbreaker. "Because Horace was poached by you, I can only take over his original professor position myself. I have two classes to teach in the afternoon, so let's stop here today."
As soon as he finished speaking, a golden-red light suddenly flashed beside him, and Fawkes, the phoenix that had turned into a professional driver, landed on Dumbledore 's shoulder.
"Today's events will not end like this, Dumbledore."
Voldemort didn't even seem to want to stop Dumbledore from leaving. He just spoke coldly, saying words that sounded non-threatening, and watched the light completely envelop him.
Dumbledore whispered back before disappearing from the main hall.
"I am looking forward."
The light faded.
Voldemort was the only one left in the main hall.
There was no emotion on his face, and he slowly sat back in his chair.
His eyes were calm, staring calmly at the chair where Dumbledore had sat before.
The sound of the hands on the clock ticking was very rhythmic, and he followed the rhythm, tapping the wand lightly with the tip of his index finger.
Just as he fell into deep thought, his mouth suddenly opened on its own, and uttered crazy words that were completely different from the calmness in his eyes!
"Why don't you kill him! What are you afraid of! Why don't you kill him! Why don't you kill him!!!"
The voice echoed in the main hall, but Voldemort raised his fist without hesitation and punched himself hard in the mouth!
The punch was so heavy that blood came out from the corner of his mouth.
"Idiot." He seemed to have regained control of his mouth, and his voice returned to calm and cold again. "If it weren't for you, I would have taken action as soon as I saw him."
He took out a handkerchief from his pocket, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, then turned with a gloomy look and walked into the Ministry of Magic.
