Next was Kayson, who stood up and politely shook hands with Modred, but still didn't know just how strong the old man was...
"Emmm... Who is it?"
"An unknown nobody," Modred said with a shrug.
"Okay." Kayson nodded, let go of her hand, and sat down again.
"This is my senior, the last inheritor and controller of Ancient Magic, or...?..." Dumbledore was interrupted by Modred halfway through his sentence: "That's enough. I still have to go to Antarctica."
"Alright, then we might need to coordinate the task. Two people per group, is that alright?" Dumbledore said, glancing only at Kayson, Grindelwald, and Modred. Clearly, he had automatically excluded everyone else from the task.
"We can easily go 4-on-4, why risk letting two of them escape?" Kayson asked, puzzled.
"Because if it were a one-on-one situation, we would not only risk letting two escape, but also risk injury or death," Dumbledore explained.
After that, the team was matched up very naturally. Dumbledore and Grindelwald were in one team, while Kayson was in another team with Modred.
He looked at Modred sitting next to him and said, "I'm sorry, I've never heard of you before."
Modred nodded. "That's normal. Do you know the name of a book called ' Hogwarts: A History '?"
Kayson nodded.
Why is Zhiyu Hogwarts, A History?
Kayson shook his head.
"Because they deleted the history I had saved," Modred said quietly.
Hermione was sitting not far away reading and eavesdropping, frowned. Then she took out the big book from her book bag, which Undetectable Extension Charm, and started reading, hoping to find out if she could find any trace of Modred.
Hermione then discovered that, according to the timeline, what Modred said did indeed correspond to Hogwarts, A History. This Hogwarts, A History had about three blanks, and the first record after those three blanks was about Dumbledore.
Although the chain of evidence is questionable, Modred is indeed Dumbledore's senior in terms of timeline.
On the other side, Kayson was momentarily at a loss for words, and in the end, he shook hands with Modred again.
"What are you doing?" Modred asked.
"To show respect," Kayson said.
Modred shrugged and said nothing, but Dumbledore was much more talkative. He called Sirius, Lupin, and a whole bunch of adults into a room and told them to keep a close eye on the animals.
Kayson and Grindelwald sat on either side of Modred, awkwardly touching their chins, both cosplaying as scholars.
Dumbledore quickly came out. "We can begin now. Let's find a place anywhere, and head to Coomberg."
"Random? Shall we go to Pottermerlin?" Kayson asked Modred.
"Okay." Modred nodded, and the two of them were already above Pottermerlin in the next moment.
"We've found him." Modred stood next to Kayson and pointed towards a secluded manor.
Kayson also sensed the magic, and immediately took out the Ender Pearl to charge it, sealing off the surrounding space.
"I still don't know who you are, but Dumbledore respects you." The two landed on the ground and slowly headed towards the manor. Kayson suddenly spoke.
"It's not about reputation," Modred explained somewhat awkwardly.
"Go ahead." Kayson took out Potions, intending to apply a group healing potion to the rest of the village, but Modred moved even faster.
A light curtain enveloped the entire manor, and an illusion resembling a mirage replaced the original manor, allowing the two people inside the light curtain to do as they pleased.
As soon as the light barrier magic was cast, several wizards emerged from the manor, one of whom nearly glared Kayson's eyes out.
"No? I used so much force back then? How come you're still alive?" Kayson looked at the living, breathing Barty Crouch Jr. and said in a daze.
Barty Crouch Jr.. did not answer, but instead shot a Killing Curse at him.
The mechanical arm behind Kayson swiftly extended, shattering the Killing Curse.
"I've tried to kill you so many times before, but you haven't died. I suppose you're not meant to die. In that case, I'll spare you for now. Perhaps this opportunity will be better for your father." As he spoke, Kayson took out a small wooden axe and quickly tapped it twice in the air. Barty Crouch Jr. was instantly imprisoned by the Obsidian.
"You'd better kill me now, or I'll tear his throat apart if I ever see him again!"
Kayson pulled out another clump of mutton and stuffed it into Barty Crouch's mouth.
"Go talk to your father. Although I don't like any form of the Ministry of Magic, your father has surprisingly done a pretty good job."
The other one was instantly compressed into a pancake by Modred's magic the moment it appeared.
A real pie.
"How long does he plan to hide here? Isn't he going to come out?" Modred looked at a figure inside the manor.
"I'm sorry, I just didn't expect Dumbledore to think so highly of me, to have invited you here as well." Voldemort slowly emerged from the manor.
"You know me too?" Modred asked.
"Obviously, I learned about your deeds from my professor Slughorn when I was a student. You are still my idol."
"Oh, I know a little bit about you. I heard you killed a lot of people, right?" Modred said.
"If I personally killed them, there were about 91," Voldemort said proudly. After all, in the Wizarding World of just over three thousand people, personally killing 91 people was indeed a high percentage.
However, Modred broke him down with just one sentence. "What about yesterday?"
Kayson looked at Modred with a bewildered expression. "Huh?"
Modred shook his head. "Don't ask such questions anymore, but as a senior, I can teach you some of my experience in killing enemies."
Kayson scratched his head. "So?"
"The greatest faith comes from human love."
"Which Modred are you, you son of a bitch?"
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