"I want everyone here to know why the magician is here and what he's going to do."

Dumbledore's voice echoed through the vast halls of the Ministry of Magic.

"He wants to rule the wizarding world, he wants all wizards to be integrated into Muggle society according to his plan, he wants to create a whole new civilization."

Dumbledore didn't say anything to disparage or overthink magicians, and his descriptions of magicians were neutral and accurate.

"I can't verify whether the war he said will come, and I can't evaluate whether the civilization he wants to create is good or bad, I'm just an old man, I can't see that far into the future, and I can't afford to take on such a big responsibility."

"If I had to choose, I'd rather lie in my Hogwarts office and drink a cup of honey tea."

"However, I have to stand here, because the only thing I can be sure of is that because of the magician's rhetoric, hatred is growing between us, these rhetoric is dividing the entire wizarding world, these rhetoric turns us against each other, and eventually, there will be a civil war between the two camps."

"It's not just England, it's not just Europe, the whole world of magic will be drawn into war over time."

"I can't sit back and watch this happen."

An abrupt voice interrupted Dumbledore's words and cut through the silence of the hall.

"Minister Dumbledore, so you're going to fight the magicians?"

This sentence obviously asked the doubts in many people's hearts, and many people began to echo it, while others were naturally not to be outdone, and the two parties soon began to quarrel, and even a few yin curses floated in the air from time to time.

"Silence!"

Dumbledore's voice echoed through the hall as if it were substance, suppressing all the noise.

"I'd rather call it confrontation than confrontation."

After waiting for everyone's attention to refocus on him, Dumbledore spoke, "While each of us is impressed with the magician, unfortunately the magician doesn't appear very often, and I've never even seen him—"

"We have most of the wizards in England here, and of course, there are quite a few wizards from other countries, and in front of so many people, I hope to have a meeting and a conversation with the magicians."

"It is my sincere hope that a way of not using war as a means can be explored, and that the disputes caused by the magicians can be resolved in a more peaceful way. Perhaps one would prefer to call it change. ”

"Of course, this is not something I can do on wishful thinking, it depends on whether the Mr. Magician minds talking to an old man like me, who is half-buried in the ground."

As soon as his words fell, suddenly, a figure suddenly appeared on the high platform and appeared in front of him.

"I don't mind."

The bland words spread throughout the vast hall, and strangely, the other party apparently did not use a spell such as "loud voice", as if relying on his own volume was enough to deafen.

Everyone saw the figure, as rumored, the other party was still wearing a black double-breasted gown and a golden ornate cane, not everyone had ever seen a magician, but the crowd couldn't help but burst into loud cheers.

"For a more brilliant civilization!"

The believers shouted the slogans of the magicians, and the hostile ones, they only felt awe-inspiring in their hearts.

No one who has ever seen a magician can experience this feeling, the other party just stands here quietly, but it makes people feel the bottom of their hearts hairy, and feel the instinctive threat, as if the person in front of them is not the same kind at all, but a mythical creature that can take their lives with a raise of their hand.

They couldn't help but think of the party they had had had three months earlier, of the legendary dragon that spread its wings enough to cover the sky and spew fire enough to change the terrain.

And Dumbledore, who faced the magician, obviously felt more deeply, that wild deterrence unabashedly descended on his head, even though Dumbledore, as the most powerful wizard, had magical power that ordinary people could not imagine, but his body, which was not stronger than ordinary people, still reacted instinctively - he took a small step back.

This kind of behavior ignited the fanaticism of the believers - even Dumbledore had to retreat in front of the magician, so what could stop the tide of change, and what could stop the arrival of a brighter civilization?

The magician raised his hand and pressed it down slowly, and everyone involuntarily stopped talking.

"Good morning, my companions."

His voice was as calm as ever, but those who had seen the magician before could hear a different feeling from it - the magician relied on the content of the language to make people listen to it before, but now, with just a few words, people can't help but concentrate.

It's as if there's something magical in each other's voices.

"I'm happy to see that after three months, our team is even bigger, which means we're on the right path."

"I used to say that I would give the British wizarding community a deadline, and today, the date of the deadline, is unfortunately not seeing the picture I wanted to see, I did not see the Ministry of Magic actively carrying out the work of change, I did not see any policies that worked, and of course, I did not encounter the worst-case scenario that I had envisioned-"

He looked at Dumbledore and said slowly:

"At the very least, there was no such impolite behavior today as last time."

"Of course, I'm not saying that there are no enemies here, in fact, I feel a lot of malice - there is stupidity and arrogance in it."

The hall was suddenly crowded, and the believers and opponents began to spontaneously move away, and the formation and formation converged, and after a few minutes, a no-man gully appeared in the hall, and the camps of the two sides were clearly distinguished.

The number of people on the left is obviously much larger, and it can be seen from the temperament that these belong to the believers of magicians.

Even if some Dark Wizards and Pure-Blood Wizards tried to mix in the lineup on the left, most of them were found out - the British Ministry of Magic is not a big circle, and as the Magician said before, three months is enough time for everyone to distinguish who is the companion and who is the enemy.

Looking at this scene in the hall, even the believers themselves finally clearly realized how much influence the magician's thoughts had in just three months.

Such a clear formation also makes it easier for everyone to see who is the companion and who is the enemy.

"I don't think I need to identify it myself."

The magician said slowly, "I hope that among the gentlemen and ladies who choose to stand on the right, not all of them are hopeless. ”

"I'm always willing to give someone a chance, so I don't mind talking, I don't mind answering questions, I don't mind the collision of ideas, I mean, if it makes some people lose their way—"

"Of course, I must remind you that this is an ultimatum."

"After this, I won't waste any more time on anyone who doesn't make sense."

With that, the magician turned to Dumbledore.

"Obviously, this is the representative of the British wizarding community, I've heard your name, Albus Dumbledore."

Dumbledore suppressed his body's instinctive reaction to the strong intimidation and nodded politely.

At this time, he was sure that his guess must be correct, the magician in front of him was definitely not a human, there was no so-called transformation technique that transformed into a dragon, and there were only dragons that could transform into humans.

But this conclusion is meaningless, whether the other party is a dragon or a human, it will not change the situation, because the core of the other party is the mind.

"So, what do you want to talk about? Mr. Dumbledore? ”

The magician asked.

"War." Dumbledore looked at the two distinct groups of people in the hall and said, "Mr. Magician, you claim to have come to save the wizarding world, but I think you must be able to realize that if you follow your plan, no more than half of the thousands of wizards in this vast hall will survive." ”

"Do you think this is salvation?"

The magician's expression didn't change, he just said calmly, "I know what you're saying, Mr. Dumbledore, you think I'm starting another war for a future war that hasn't happened yet." ”

"Yes, I do not deny what I am doing, and I will never ignore it, when the war begins, both my companions and my enemies, will bleed and die, and, until one side is completely surrendered and defeated, otherwise the war will not stop."

His tone was slightly higher: "However, I know better what is important. ”

"We're running out of time, Mr. Dumbledore, maybe in less than three years, ordinary people will discover the existence of the wizarding world."

"It would be a much more brutal war and much more losses than it is now."

"As I said, I never want to use violence as a means, I think every wizard's life is precious, and I certainly want everyone to be able to run towards a better future - but this is not possible, no idea can be accepted by everyone, especially when it is harmful to one's own interests."

"There will always be some people who will be like the rocks of the old world, blocking the front of the ships of the new world, Professor Dumbledore, why do you think I am willing to waste nearly four months of waiting when time is already tight? I'm just trying to get as many of my passengers on board as possible and to reduce as much pain as possible from the change. ”

Dumbledore was silent for a moment, and he stared into the magician's azure eyes, in which he saw as if a higher level creature had no regard for human life, and in the magician's words, life seemed to be just a number that could be sacrificed.

This is why Dumbledore thought that magicians would bring disaster to the wizarding world in the first place.

And now, this feeling of his is even stronger.

"So, Mr. Magician, you think that the war of change is inevitable, that as long as you identify as an enemy, you must be crushed, and you think, because of your own ideals, that so many lives should be allowed to die-"

Dumbledore uttered a long list of questions in one breath, and finally he took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "Do you think this behavior is the right thing to do?" ”

The magician remained calm, and he held up a finger.

"First of all, not that I think, Mr. Dumbledore."

"I do not divide who is my enemy, but the enemy himself thinks that he should be my enemy."

"The ideal of making the world a better place is not my ideal alone, but the ideal of thousands of fellow travelers who are present, and who are not present, tens of thousands of fellow travelers."

"You ask me if it's the right thing to do—"

He turned and looked at the people in the hall.

"By whom is correct defined? Ladies and gentlemen, I don't know. ”

"In the current situation, someone may be able to find a more correct choice than me, I sincerely hope that person appears, but at present, it seems that the best ending I can think of is to integrate wizards into the entire human society and integrate the power of magic with the development of science and technology."

"So, Mr. Dumbledore, if you're not that person, then I'm in a position to say for the time being—yes, I did the right thing."

He waved his arms and spoke in an impassioned tone, the psychiatrist's psychic power echoing through the hall with his words.

"Change is never bloodless, if it is a change without opponents, it is not called change, if it is a bloodless change, it is just a game!"

"Let us not be under any illusions, my fellow travelers, that we cannot only enjoy the benefits of change and fear the bloodshed and war it brings."

"We must be clear about one thing, there will be people in front of us, there will be people who will stop the emergence of a more brilliant civilization, there will be people who will try to drag everyone into the abyss, just because he is short-sighted and can only see the wealth and power in his hands at the moment."

"Those who are selfish do not want to lose what they have, but we will not, because in the near future, we will have a better world!"

"So, we can shed blood for it, and we can die for it."

"If we can't do it, we still have the next generation, and as long as the brilliance of thought is not extinguished, then the world we want will eventually come."

"Fellow travellers, we don't want war, but if war is a roadblock on the road to change, then what should we do?"

The magician clenched his fists vigorously and said loudly:

"Crush it!"

There was a brief silence in the hall.

This was followed by a tsunami of mountains and a blood-boiling shout.

All the believers blushed, their eyes bloodshot from congestion, and they all raised their hands and clenched their fists, which formed a hard barrier, and above the barrier reverberated an incredible, unprecedented sound.

"Crush it!"

"We don't want war! But don't be afraid! ”

"For a more brilliant civilization!"

And on the other side of the believers, on the other side of the empty ravine, the naysayers, there was no voice.

Their faces were pale, some began to tremble, some began to hesitate, and some, even stealthily, tried to cross the chasm that symbolized the companions and the enemy.

At the sound of this, the magician turned back and tapped the golden staff against the countertop.

He looked at Dumbledore, his azure pupils glowing with gold.

"Now, Mr. Dumbledore, do you think such an answer is enough to satisfy you?"

(End of chapter)