20demayo Chapter 242 Seeking Allies: Harry Says Damn
Chapter 242 Seeking Allies: Harry Says Damn
Chapter 242 Seeking Allies: Harry Says Damn
Picking up where we left off, Harry suddenly asked about the origin of the *Tui Bei Tu* (a prophetic book). Liu Tao was taken aback and said, "You mean that book that predicts the future thousands of years from now?"
Harry was overjoyed to see that he knew, and quickly said, "It is indeed this book!"
"I have long heard of your name, and it is very famous. If you know anything about this book, I would be very grateful if you could give me some pointers when you have time."
Liu Tao shook his head. "I can tell you right now that the Tui Bei Tu does not exist."
"In the 1980s, I formed an investigation team to search for special ancient items, and the Tui Bei Tu was one of them."
"Our final investigation concluded that this book does not exist; it was fabricated by later generations based on unofficial ancient historical records."
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"The existing content of the Tui Bei Tu is just a copy of the original text."
Upon hearing this, Harry's brows furrowed, and his heart felt as if a firewood piled up in a stove, swirling and churning, leaving his internal organs feeling utterly disoriented.
He thought to himself: This is really strange! I have seen Yuan Tiangang with my own eyes. I asked him in person back then if he was the one who made the "Tui Bei Tu".
Since he did not refute it, he tacitly agreed. How come today you say that there is no such book in the world? If it is just that the book cannot be found, that would be fine. Why insist that it was fabricated by later generations?
Perhaps this book is of paramount importance and cannot be discussed with outsiders. Or perhaps some powerful figure has already scraped it clean from the annals of history.
Harry's mind was in turmoil, twisting and turning, but he couldn't make sense of it. So he simply put the matter aside for the time being, clasped his hands and asked again, "Since the 'Tui Bei Tu' is a fabrication, let's not talk about it anymore."
"But I have another question I'd like to ask you, sir. When did you begin studying the law of cause and effect?"
Liu Tao's expression suddenly hardened. He didn't answer immediately, but stared at Harry for a long time before uttering a few words.
"This is national policy."
Harry was startled upon hearing this.
Just as I was about to ask more questions, I suddenly heard a dense series of flapping sounds in the air, like a hundred or so small drums banging randomly in the clouds.
The two looked up and saw a flock of owls flying in as the sun rose.
There must be a hundred or so of them, each with a package hanging from its claws, their wings intertwined like a woven tapestry, stirring up the morning breeze with a hint of ink.
Liu Tao murmured, "Today's newspaper is unusually thick."
Harry put his index finger and thumb into his mouth, made a ring, and exhaled a long breath, letting out a whistle that soared into the sky.
Before long, a white figure suddenly darted out from the flock of owls, swooping down like an arrow; it was none other than Bai Xuegu.
It circled twice above Harry's head, then released its grip, and a long package fell steadily into Harry's hands.
He quickly unpacked the package, revealing his usual copy of the "Political Situation Daily." He picked it up and found it was indeed two or three times heavier than usual.
He unfolded the document and examined it closely. Every message was shocking, every word was alarming, and every incident was horrifying. Everyone was terrified!
The Mysterious Man is Back! The Polish Ministry of Magic is Now Under His Regime!
The Return of the Vigilantes! The Magical Congress of America Publicly Declares Allegiance to Grindelwald!
Hogwarts Falls! Albus Dumbledore Attacks the Ministry of Magic!
Minister of Magic Fudge issues public apology!
Harry glanced at it quickly, then handed it to Liu Tao and asked with a smile, "What do you think, sir?"
Liu Tao took the newspaper, scanned it for a moment, then shoved it back into Harry's hands, and said with a smile, "Chaotic times."
The two exchanged no further words. Liu Tao bowed to Harry, who returned the bow, watching Liu Tao walk away until he disappeared from sight.
When Harry returned to the castle, it was already in an uproar. In the hallways, students were all clutching newspapers.
Although the newspapers had different names, they all reported roughly the same thing, meticulously listing the earth-shattering political upheavals that occurred in the magical world in the early hours of the morning.
That one, who was completely out of touch with the news, still kept rambling on and on about who would win the three-way battle, like a fool oblivious to the changing seasons.
Ron and Hermione were also among the crowd, each holding a newspaper, their brows furrowed in confusion.
In the midst of the chaos, a burly man carrying a bloodstained hammer on his shoulder appeared. Without even looking at the newspaper, he buried his head and rushed into the stairwell.
Harry, with his sharp eyes, quickly called out, "Hagrid! Where are you rushing off to?"
Hagrid turned around at the sound of the voice, saw Harry, and greeted him, saying, "I'm going to the Headmaster's office; Professor Dumbledore is calling me."
Upon hearing that Dumbledore had returned, Harry's heart stirred, and he quickly stepped forward, saying, "Perfect! Perfect! I also have a lot to say to the professor, so I'll go with my brother."
With that, Harry put his hand on Hagrid's shoulder and used Apparition. Suddenly, a cloud of black mist rose around the two of them and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Hagrid felt a sudden darkness followed by light before his eyes, and before he could regain his senses, the black mist spread out like water again.
Upon closer inspection, the two of them were already standing in the principal's office.
Just then, Dumbledore was seen leaning against the table, looking somewhat tired, as he picked up a cockroach candy and put it in his mouth.
When their eyes met, Dumbledore paused for a moment, and the cockroach candy in his hand slipped away.
Hagrid quickly said, "I'm sorry, Professor Dumbledore, I should have knocked before coming in."
Dumbledore shook his head and said, "It's alright. In such special times, some unnecessary formalities can be omitted."
"Please have a seat, Rubeus, Harry. We have another guest who will be arriving in a little while."
Harry wondered, "Who else did the professor invite?"
Before he could finish speaking, three muffled knocks were heard from outside the door.
The door was torn open by half a foot, and a tall, imposing figure squeezed in—it was Maxim.
She stood on the threshold, her face wary, glanced at Harry, and then said to Dumbledore in a deep voice, "What do you want with me, Dumbledore?"
"Oh, Mrs. Maxim, don't stand there, come and sit down."
After saying this, Dumbledore lightly tapped his wand, and a high-backed oak chair slid out from the corner of the wall and came to a steady stop in front of the desk.
Maxim pondered for a while, then gathered her brocade dress, strode forward, and sat down. The wooden chair creaked under her weight.
"If you have something to say, say it quickly. I'm taking my students back to Beauxbatons in two hours."
Dumbledore ignored him and simply glanced at her and Hagrid.
"You should all know perfectly well that Voldemort has been resurrected."
Hagrid stroked his bald head and nodded.
Maxim did not respond, but his body trembled slightly.
Dumbledore replied, "I don't know if you have the habit of reading the newspaper—of course, you may have already heard about it from others."
"Voldemort has taken control of the Polish wizarding world."
Hagrid, upon hearing this, twisted his arms in front of his chest and snorted, "I'm not surprised at all."
"Back when Grindelwald hadn't been captured yet, the Polish wizarding community was among the first to surrender."
Harry waved his hands repeatedly, slapping his family's political report into Hagrid's palm, and said, "Brother, you've wasted your time reading this report! How Voldemort occupied Poland and how the Poles reacted are all irrelevant."
"The crucial point is to observe the actions of Poland's neighboring countries!"
"Look at Germany, they say it's another country's internal affair and they shouldn't interfere." Slovakia, on the other hand, is like a dud; several hours have passed, and they haven't uttered a single word.
"Especially in Denmark, when the Polish Ministry of Magic recognized Voldemort at dawn, the Danish Ministry of Magic claimed at five in the morning that it would send an envoy to question him in detail."
"In the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, they dared to set the tone on such a momentous matter. In my opinion, the magic ministries of these two countries must have already been secretly colluding!"
"At this rate, within ten days, the entire territory of Eastern Europe will probably be under the banner of the Death Eaters."
After Harry finished speaking, the room fell silent. Hagrid stared at the newspaper with his bright black eyes, then slowly nodded.
Dumbledore glanced at Harry, slightly surprised, then clapped his hands and said, "Harry is right. This is not a baseless guess, but a very likely future scenario."
"So we need allies."
As soon as he finished speaking, Maxim realized, "You want me to act as an intermediary between you and the French Ministry of Magic?"
Dumbledore shook his head. "No, the allies I'm referring to are the giants."
Upon hearing this, Madame Maxim abruptly stood up, her nostrils flaring so much that a golden thief could easily slip inside.
She shouted angrily, "What does this have to do with me?!"
"Dumbledore! I told you, I'm just a bit bigger than everyone else!"
"Oh! Mrs. Maxim, don't fool yourself." Hagrid waved his hand. "My mother was a giant—we were about the same height."
These words were like throwing a crab into boiling water; Maxim's face instantly turned red, and his eyebrows almost stood up.
Hagrid, oblivious to the situation, continued in a deep voice, "No matter how shameful you think you are of being a half-giant, it's a fact that can never be changed."
He kept calling him "giant" and "mixed-race," each word like a steel needle piercing Maxim's heart.
The giantess trembled violently, her robes rustling, her knuckles turning white from gripping her fists. She stared intently at Hagrid, forcing herself to remain calm as she spat out words through clenched teeth.
"You think you know me well? Or do you think saying things like that makes you seem cool? Huh? Rupert Hagrid!"
"You really should learn what respect means, instead of forcing your own ideas on others!"
Seeing that Maxim was truly angry, Dumbledore was about to speak up to smooth things over when Hagrid stood up and said seriously, "Of course I know you, because I was once like you—but Harry taught me a lesson: you can't deceive yourself!"
"Ha!" Maxim scoffed. "The savior who killed the mysterious man, worshipped by all wizards, actually knows what it feels like to be discriminated against!"
Harry was annoyed by these words.
In the past, when I came from the Song Dynasty, I was born with this foreign face, and I was always the target of cold stares and gossip.
At that time, he was able to barely survive because his second brother was a famous tiger-slaying hero who was willing to vouch for him.
Afterwards, the two brothers went their separate ways and fled, wandering the world alone, where they truly experienced the harsh realities of life.
He jumped up from his chair and roared, "You're not a mind reader, how do you know I haven't been treated rudely?!"
"This body and flesh are all given to us by our parents, so why should we hide and conceal them? Anyone who dares to gossip or belittle us, we'll punch them and teach them a lesson about how words can bring disaster!"
"There are countless people in this world who deserve to die for many reasons! But there is absolutely no reason why someone should die simply because they were born!"
Poems as proof:
Why hide skin and flesh? A magic wand is all you need to cure gossips.
There are countless capital offenses, so why should there be a chapter on determining guilt based on birth?
Harry's words were like a thunderbolt from the blue. Maxim felt as if a heavy hammer had struck his heart, and he even caught his breath for a moment.
She stared at Harry for a long time, her lips trembling, but she ultimately couldn't utter a single word.
Suddenly she turned around, her high heels stomping loudly on the floor, as if the wind was blowing her out the door.
A muffled bang was heard as the door was knocked on. Dumbledore sighed again and turned to Hagrid, saying, "Rupert, I hope you can try to persuade her again."
Hagrid did not answer, but stood up and replied to himself, "Don't worry, Professor Dumbledore, I can go find the giants even if I have to do it all by myself."
Having said that, he didn't say anything more, picked up the hammer, and went off.
With the other guests gone, only Harry and Dumbledore remained in the room, facing each other.
Harry clasped his hands in a fist and asked, "Where is the Professor heading this time to deal with the Death Eaters? I saw in the newspapers that it was quite a sensation, even saying that the Professor stormed into the Ministry of Magic?"
"Aren't there many Death Eaters lurking in the Ministry of Magic?" Dumbledore said, taking a bottle of potion to cure his headache. "I'm just going to trim some branches."
Harry shook his head three times. "Professor, you've done something unnecessary. I'd love for more Death Eaters to gather in the Ministry of Magic."
"When these scoundrels have stirred up a mess and caused so much trouble that the people are cursing them, then I will take up arms and replace them. That will be acting on behalf of Heaven and in accordance with the principles of Heaven."
Dumbledore's eyelids twitched twice, and he took another sip of potion to calm himself before sighing, "This is truly remarkable. I never imagined you'd been thinking about Fudge for three years."
Harry laughed and said, "If the professor hadn't advised me to overthrow the Ministry of Magic by now, it would be now."
Dumbledore didn't answer that question, but instead asked, "Harry, what's your opinion on seeking giants as allies?"
Harry hesitated for a moment, then said, "We should go and look for it!"
"Voldemort is skilled at bewitching people and has mastered a set of unkillable evil magic. He should gather all the forces in the world that can be united against him."
"Aside from the giants, how does the professor befriend other races?"
Dumbledore sipped his potion, glancing thoughtfully at the sword-wielding knight statue. He said, "Remus can appeal to those benevolent werewolves; Mercus, who lives in the Black Lake, can contact other merfolk and sirens; centaurs may not want to join us, but they would never side with Voldemort; vampires, Veela, and goblins, though difficult to communicate with, generally dislike having anything to do with wizards—"
"The only thing I'm worried about is fairies."
Dumbledore, having consumed the potion, interlaced his fingers and looked at Harry seriously, saying, "Harry, I hope you can go to Gringotts."