This Was Just Too Insane!

Long, long ago, a Durmstrang dropout had dramatically waved his hands with persuasive flair as he told the young and handsome Albus Dumbledore about the terror of Muggle nuclear bombs.

Even though the things didn't exist at the time.

It wasn't until Dumbledore defeated Grindelwald in 1945 and earned the title of "Great Dumbledore" that he heard the earth-shattering news.

At the very same time as their legendary duel, a lovely little boy had arrived in the evil Axis Powers, tolling the bell that marked the end of that terrible war.

Later, similar explosions had thundered frequently across the testing grounds of two powerful nations, and Dumbledore had never dared to watch.

Whenever he heard others voice their worries about nuclear bombs, he felt increasingly guilty toward Gellert.

But he didn't regret it.

Especially decades later, when the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry he led welcomed a remarkable student. The boy seemed not to be a native of the wizarding world, yet he was more passionate about magic than anyone Dumbledore had ever met.

That student, Anthony Weasley, had raced ahead into magical fields Dumbledore had never explored.

And he had generously made his research public.

He said, "Humanity's collective consciousness gives rise to magic, which in turn creates wizards. If Muggles are attacked by wizards, a Prey Hunter Species will also arise to hunt wizards."

Based on this, Dumbledore had been able to make a guess: the so-called Witch Hunter Species might be the intelligent beings that had once inhabited this planet in ancient times—the Goblins.

But regardless of whether that was true, fortunately, during the decades he had led the International Confederation of Wizards, intelligent beings such as Goblins, House-elves, Centaurs, and Merpeople had all seemed remarkably well-behaved and fond of singing and dancing.

That was a