Adhering to Grindelwald's beliefs, Abernethy prepared to go to war with Dumbledore with the belief that he would die......

But the mysterious Mask Death Eater (name to be confirmed) noticed something unusual......

Abernethy's companions found that their Templars were unable to detect Arthur Pendragon's thoughts......

This made Abernesy firmly believe that he had seen through Dumbledore's ruse...

......

This is no longer a simple prophecy, this is some mysterious and unknown terrifying ability! ’

Dumbledore's gaze shifted from the six to Arthur, and his expression became solemn.

The more calm Arthur became, the more uneasy he became.

"How the hell did you do that?"

"Maybe I'm a good thinker, and I like to think about all kinds of fanciful things."

Arthur closed his notebook with a little regret, what had just happened was not enough to write a novel, at most it was just a chapter of the plot.

"Mr. Pendragon, I'm asking you! How did you manage to make them think you weren't you, and leave in anger! ”

What happened just now made Dumbleder question an 11-year-old boy in a stern tone.

This ability to determine what happened next was almost out of prophecy, and Dumbledore couldn't help but guess a very terrifying thing.

He, Arthur Pendragon, has the ability not to predict the future, but to change it.

He can change the future if he wants to.

What was originally happening will disappear and become something else.

"Uh... I do not know. I thought they were too cautious and suspicious. It's just the right thing to use this trait of them to write a plot outline of an empty city plan..."

Dumbledore looked closely at Arthur's water-clear, deep eyes, and he wanted to find a trace of emotion in them, even if it was a slight.

Can... Whether it's fear, fear, or happiness and joy, these emotions never seem to exist.

Dumbledore was a little helpless, in a hundred years, he had read countless people, but it was the first time he had met someone like Arthur.

"Mr. Arthur... Don't write about real things anymore. Your abilities are too dangerous. ”

Arthur's ability to be 10,000 times more powerful than prophecy has never been seen before in the wizarding world.

Any use of power comes with a corresponding price.

Dumbledore didn't know what the price Arthur had paid, but it was absolutely unimaginable.

Although he also had the idea of wanting to understand the future, whether it was for the sake of the world or for Arthur.

He didn't want Arthur to use this power again.

"Well, okay. Mr. Dumbledore. ”

The ravens hovering in the sky flew back to the dead trees they had been up again, their heads and ears to ear, their dark eyes staring at the two uninvited guests.

Arthur tucked the journal into his jacket, then turned his gaze to the old man beside him who gave him a sense of security.

"Actually, I still don't understand what you're talking about. But you say it's dangerous, and that should be right. ”

Arthur paused, seeing that Dumbledore did not speak, and continued.

"But I'm an orphan. St. Mary's Orphanage has no money to pay for electricity, no money to cover the expensive treatment of Sister Magi... I want to help her and help the family. ”

"But I'm ordinary, and I don't have Tom's gift for making people buy roses in his hand voluntarily; doesn't have Jerry's talent for reading words and getting tips from diners..."

"I thought about it for a long time... If I want to make money, the only thing that suits me is to write the picture in my head into a novel... I did, and a lot of people loved my novels..."

"Is it because I wrote your story, my novel, that you will ban it?"

Dumbledore stopped stroking his beard, he looked silently, and Arthur, who had spoken so many words for the first time, was a little moved in his heart.

This is a heartfelt word, pure and sincere, and there is not a trace of lies.

The cool August breeze swept through the two of them, and a scent of flowers blew past them.

Dumbledore's long beard fluttered in the wind, fluttering...

The cool breeze penetrated the yellowish linen, making the thin Arthur shake a few times.

"It's complicated. If it was a wizard who wrote it out and published it in the Muggle world. Then he will be prosecuted for violating the Confidentiality Act. ”

"Books will also be banned by the Ministry of Magic, and the memories of anyone who has read them will be erased..."

"But you are not a wizard, and we have no right to interfere with your freedom. It's just that some people are very worried that your novel will expose us..."

To prevent Arthur from catching a cold, Dumbledore somehow retrieved a cloak and draped it over Arthur's body.

"Oh, that's good. Then the manuscript fee will not be gone, and the orphanage will have money. ”

Arthur smiled, innocently. For the first time, the dark eyes glowed with a brilliance called joy.

What an innocent and kind child!

Dumbledore sighed secretly.

"Father Hughes said that Aunt Teresa would come to see me at the orphanage in the afternoon. Can you send me back? ”

"Yes."

Dumbledore smiled, gently grabbed Arthur's thin hand, and raised the Elder Wand in his hand.

Since the Ministry of Magic can't control me, I'll continue to write new books... Money is my life...'

After seeing Dumbledore walk towards the Ministry of Magic, Arthur put his right hand on his heart, and every beat he paid for it.

......

Fudge's face was gloomy, and he couldn't take his eyes off the wand in Dumbledore's hand.

He wanted to take the Muggle kid who had caused him so much trouble, but his old friend Dumbledore never put away his wand.

"It's not that I'm going to break my agreement with you, it's what they mean. As you know, my proposal this morning was passed at a great price. I'm also under a lot of pressure... Albus. ”

"Connelly, I'll look for them. You don't have to worry too much about that. ”

Dumbledore replied indifferently, his eyes on the Aurors who had been busy.

When the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic arrived at St. Mary's Orphanage, the black-robed wizards destroyed a quarter of the orphanage building.

And now some of them are waving their wands, repairing broken buildings; Some are looking for witnesses and erasing their memories.

Seeing that Dumbledore was so tough, Fudge didn't say anything more, only sighed and looked at the young man in the window who was talking to the middle-aged lady.

Although he is the Minister of Magic, there is a councillor in the Ministry of Magic who will check his power, and he is not in charge of everything.

The most terrible thing is that he also has some political enemies, and they are eyeing him.

If this matter is not handled well, he could become the first Minister of Magic in history to be impeached and removed.

'What a monster...'

Looking at the boy in the window, Fudge muttered under his breath.

"Arthur, you're such a genius. You know, my boss has been contacted by the US side. They want to bring in your novel. ”

Ms. Teresa, who was nearly forty years old, had a kind face, and her light green eyes surrounded by wrinkles flashed with approval and admiration.

Looking at Arthur with a calm face, Teresa sighed in her heart that her insistence was extremely correct.

"Thank you Aunt Teresa, if it weren't for you. My novels won't get published. ”

Arthur bowed his head in thanks.

The complexion is still calm, but it feels very sincere and comfortable.