People are in Hogwarts, and werewolves block the door at the beginning.

Chapter 31 Only Four Great Wizards
Dumbledore did not force Harry to join the test, but the prerequisite was that Harry "coincidentally" knew all the information and made his own decision.

But everything?
Boy, you got my attention.

Dumbledore blinked, said goodbye to Hagrid, and disappeared in a whirlwind of fire.

Bagir had no idea what was happening in the cabin.

After dinner as usual, I climbed the stairs back to the lounge.

However, something went wrong with the stairs from the third floor to the fourth floor, causing them to be sent to the restricted corridor on the fourth floor.

Because the decorative floors are all the same.

They didn't pay attention and walked straight to the end.

It was not until then that they realized they had taken the wrong path and there was a half-open door in front of them.

Baqir didn't have time to stop it.

Ron opened it out of curiosity.

That's a big three-headed dog!
So big that it fills all the space from ceiling to floor.

Three pairs of eyes rolled around viciously, three noses twitching and quivering in their direction, and three drooling mouths with saliva hanging like sticky ropes from yellowed dog teeth.

"run!"X4
Boom! The sound of the engine starting up was heard only by Bajir himself.

Dragon fire ignited in the heart, the blood turned into magma, and dragon scales emerged under the skin.

From the perspective of the golden vertical pupils, everything slowed down.

Bang! In a flash, his left hand closed the door.

He stomped his feet on the ground, stepped back, and spread his hands to protect the three people behind him.

Along with the black and red turbid flow, strange and ferocious magic wands emerged.

"[Armor Protection]!"

[Magic Book] and [Dragon Knight] are enabled at the same time.

The huge, invisible, yet flaming wall protected the four people.

Boom!

The gate flew out.

One of the three-headed dog's heads stuck out of the door frame.

The mouth is very big.

Crystal clear saliva splashed everywhere.

The hard, yellowed dog's teeth bit the door into pieces with a grunt.

It passed through the solid wall, making a sound of metal clashing.

Under the impact of the Armor Curse, the three-headed dog felt his head buzzing.

The other two heads struggled to squeeze out of the door.

But it was blocked by the dizzy head in the middle.

They took this opportunity to run, literally running.

The fishy smell and the blood-red mouth were now deeply engraved in their minds.

It motivates them to swing their calves back and forth quickly.

The scene gradually moves away, surrounded by silvery-white mist.

The blank space in the middle reflects all of this.

A twisted nose, blue eyes, and half-moon lenses appeared on the side.

It was Albus Dumbledore.

He leaned back in a high-backed chair with brass trim and purple velvet cushions.

With his long legs stretched out, he watched the thrilling moments of the little wizards in a very relaxed manner.

A voice came from the 6-inch silver mirror on his desk, facing away from him.

"That's very bold, Albus. If you were the headmaster of our school, I would definitely impeach you."

Dumbledore slid his finger, and the image in the silver mist began to move.

Came to the house with the three-headed dog and the trapdoor.

The other two heads of the three-headed dog kept barking, but no sound was made.

Its body was pulled toward the trapdoor by invisible chains.

It struggled in vain, leaving scratches on the stone floor.

The voice sounded again, "You cast a spell. Yes, your beloved boy is here."

Dumbledore shook his head. "Harry is not special. I will not sacrifice any life to protect him, except my own. This test is not for him."

He slid his finger.

The picture is reversed.

It came to the boy who had blond hair and blue eyes before.

The golden vertical pupils are looming.

Scaly patterns flashed across the fair skin.

And that strange magic wand.

The handle of the staff looks like a roaring dragon head, the body of the wood is black with a metallic luster, and the fiery red body of the staff is covered with a black dragon spine full of spikes.

"Hiss! Don't you think he looks like a human? Except for the eyes." The owner of the voice did not care about the strangeness of the wand. He seemed to be accustomed to the abnormality of Bagir.

"Gellert?" Dumbledore's blue eyes were blurred for a moment, then suddenly cleared up, "No, this boy is more handsome. They just have similar hairstyles. The only similarity is when he was young."

"What a pity! I thought you were going to come back to life. After all, I have already handed that thing over to you. I, an old man, thought I could see you have a family before I died." The voice teased.

"Dying? You have enough potion left to last you a century. If you regret it, you can always—"

"Okay, let's talk about the boy! Your new target."

Dumbledore stopped while he was ahead, "Don't you think that boy is special?"

"Special?" A chuckle came from the mirror. "It's just a simple magical transformation. In my long years, I have seen too many geniuses. There are countless who are more special than this boy. This magic wand is nothing more than a transformation through advanced alchemy."

"What about me? Why are you so special to me? Are you tired of Perenelle?"

The voice in the mirror became panicked. "Don't! Don't say that. Don't let Perenelle hear it! You should understand it yourself. There are many excellent and talented wizards. But there are only two who are truly 'great wizards' like you in my career."

Dumbledore shook his head. "No, four."

The voice trembled for the first time. "Who? Besides you and Grindelwald? That ridiculous Voldemort? Him too? How is it possible?"

"The inheritance of magic is engraved with everything our ancestors have. The descendants of Slytherin practiced too much inbreeding, which led to the madness of their ancestors increasing from generation to generation as their bloodline was passed down. This is also called forbidden blood. Even if one values ​​a spouse with noble bloodline or an ancient pure-blood family, they will not marry someone with forbidden bloodline. This is because the superior talents brought by forbidden bloodline also make them crazy and hysterical. Not to mention learning magic, it is difficult for them to support themselves. There are only a few exceptions, such as Isolt Sayer, the founder of Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."

"Why are you reciting history to me? I am a witness to all this."

"Tom and the great witch have one thing in common. They are both half-blood."

"I know that. I have seen Voldemort with my own eyes. The Slytherin part of him is too strong, and he hardly looks like a half-blood. Although he seems polite, the madness lingering in his heart also surprised me. He can't get around them and become a great wizard."

"You may not know. His father made his mother pregnant while under the influence of aphrodisiac. Born under such circumstances, he is inherently lacking in certain emotions. Some negative emotions cannot affect him. Moreover, becoming a great wizard may not require spiritual sublimation."

"No? You and I both know that magic is an illusion. But the essence of our magic, apart from that bullshit magnetic field, is belief. And the great wizard is the one who turns the virtual into the real and truly possesses magic. Apart from a spiritual breakthrough, there is no other shortcut!"

"What about magical transformation? The most dangerous and impossible one? Pry open your own head, remove your own blood vessels, hammer your entire body's bones, and dismember your empty soul."

"How did he survive? Not to mention the danger. The pain alone from this magical transformation is enough to break the soul."

"At least more than three Horcruxes, remaining immortal. Killing, countless killings to vent the pain. Do you think it means making your nose disappear?"

After hearing that, the voice said "madman" and fell silent.

I have mixed feelings in my heart.

He once thought it was just a scam.

He died in public again and again, and then was resurrected in unexpected ways.

This miracle, like Jesus' resurrection, has probably been demonstrated many times by Voldemort.

Is this also the reason why those Death Eaters are so submissive to him and firmly believe that he will be able to rule the world?
After a long while, the voice sounded again, "What about the other one?"

Dumbledore pursed his lips and looked at Bagel with a more eager light in his eyes than when he looked at Harry.

(End of this chapter)