Dumbledore's Intelligence

Seeing the four words Harry Potter on the translucent screen before him, Dumbledore's heart stirred with turmoil, and he temporarily ignored the other title, Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them.

Yes, was this that child's story...

Dumbledore fell into remembrance, his eyes showing a trace of pain, a little curiosity, and some confusion.

But in the end, Dumbledore raised the Elder Wand and pointed it at the translucent screen.

Puff~

A sound like flowing water rang out as a laser-like ray struck the translucent panel directly, sending ripples across the screen.

But after a while, the panel returned to normal, as though nothing had happened.

"It seems my methods cannot deal with this sudden and mysterious thing."

Dumbledore sighed, then his tone abruptly shifted and became particularly excited.

"A new adventure has appeared."

Relying on the heart that had served him best through more than a hundred years, Dumbledore prepared to give it a try, even though he had only just encountered this thing.

After all, he was a Gryffindor too.

Buzz...

After a silent hum, Dumbledore's mind trembled slightly and his vision blurred. In the blink of an eye, he arrived in a new world.

"The Pensieve?"

Faced with this familiar yet unfamiliar situation, Dumbledore instinctively tried to understand it through his own knowledge, but he soon had no time to think.

A familiar house appeared before Dumbledore, along with a shrill voice.

"Get up! Wake up! Hurry!"

Dumbledore frowned. The emotions contained in those words were truly unpleasant...

The scene shifted, and Dumbledore entered the house. Under the urging of a sharp-tongued woman with a long neck, a messy-haired child emerged from the cupboard beneath the stairs.

"Harry..."

Looking at the child, Dumbledore's pale blue eyes behind his glasses flickered, and inexplicable emotions began to surface again.

But no one noticed Dumbledore, just as characters in a film could not see the audience in the theater—unless it was a stage play.

Next, time flew by, and the story of a child's seven years unfolded before Dumbledore's eyes.

First year: meeting Voldemort, though he was possessing someone; protecting the Philosopher's Stone. Watching Harry and his two friends, Dumbledore nodded, then shook his head.

Second year: the Basilisk appeared. Dumbledore blinked; he had never expected one of the four founders to leave such a gift behind for the school.

Third year: a friendship betrayed. Dumbledore rarely encountered another person capable of making him feel disgusted. Dementors entered the school. Dumbledore gripped the Elder Wand tightly; he would never allow it...

Fourth year...

Fifth year...

Sixth year...

Seventh year...

A great adventure unfolded before Dumbledore, making him sad at times, laugh at times, feel gratified at times, and apologetic at times. He witnessed much growth, as well as many needless farewells.

But in the end, watching Harry Potter see the children off beside the train station, Dumbledore smiled gently.

"A story with a good ending."

That was what Dumbledore said, but the pale blue eyes behind his glasses, as calm as the sea, revealed that his heart was far from calm.

Yet aside from the ending, the rest of this story should have been better.

Crack...

The scene before him shattered, and Dumbledore returned to the headmaster's office at Hogwarts.

The portraits of former headmasters behind him were quiet, and Fawkes on the desk was quietly dozing as well.

Dumbledore looked at the moon outside the window. It was still in the same position as before.

"Time has not changed..."

Dumbledore murmured. The sudden flood of information did not throw the wise old man into confusion. On the contrary, he was frighteningly calm.

"Seven Horcruxes, plus yourself... Tom, you feared death even more than I imagined."

Late at night, the white-haired old man spoke softly to himself. From this moment onward, the story underwent a subtle change.

Chat Group.

[Dumbledore: @Flender, thank you. You let me experience an adventure I had never experienced before. It helped me far too much.]

[Flender: It was nothing. I really like your story, Mr. Dumbledore. Of course, it would have been even better without those tragedies.]

[Dumbledore: Rest assured, there will be none.]

Dumbledore's reply was simple, yet Flender sensed an immense and resolute strength within it.

Flender happily whistled, filled with malicious anticipation for the future of a certain noseless fellow.

No matter how one looked at it, making that terrorist who deserved to be cut into a thousand pieces suffer terribly was undoubtedly something worth celebrating.

[Dumbledore: Thank you very much for your gift. Consider this a personal return gift from me. It may be insignificant, but I hope you will accept it.]

Ding! Ding! Ding!

With three crisp chimes, Dumbledore sent Flender three red packets.

Although he had never encountered such a thing before, the knowledge that had appeared in his mind after joining the Chat Group could help Dumbledore.

Dumbledore's Magic Manuscript.

A large handful of Phoenix feathers.

And... a pile of various candies that looked incredibly delicious and precious.

The first two were fine, but the last one made Flender's pupils widen slightly.

Being able to pry candy out of the hands of such an old sweet-toothed man—and not Cockroach Cluster candies, at that... Dumbledore truly was grateful to him.

[Flender: You flatter me, Mr. Dumbledore. These gifts are wonderful, and I like them very much, but that was not why I did this.]

First, I truly did not want to see those tragedies.

Second, I wanted this place to become the best place for everyone to speak freely and exchange ideas.

Third, I am personally about to open a school as well, and I hope to gain the experience of a senior like you.]

Flender replied seriously. Dumbledore's gifts were precious, but it would not do if this turned into something like "Zi Gong refusing to redeem oxen" in the future.

He was not that selfless, but neither was he selfish enough to take it for granted. What he wanted was to get along harmoniously on the basis of equality.

Who knew? Perhaps in the future, he might even conduct interschool exchanges with Dumbledore.

Thinking this, Flender moved his mind again.

[Ding! Douluo Continent (comic) has been released. It matches member Flender's worldview. The Chat Group has automatically completed it and converted it into a real trajectory of fate. All members may view it.]

Looking at the information before him, Dumbledore's pale blue eyes lit up pleasantly.

This will be a good friend, Dumbledore thought happily, and he once more began an "adventure."

Buzz!

The familiar sensation came again. This time, a small village appeared before Dumbledore, where the story began.

Only this time, Dumbledore was not alone.

Flender examined the scenery before him, feeling both a little familiarity and immense unfamiliarity.

"Going to hoe the fields empty-handed? Are you going to dig with your hands?"

"My martial soul is a hoe. Only trash needs to carry tools."

Swish! Smack!

"Trash, would you like to have a chat with my firewood cleaver?"

"N-No need... Big Brother's martial soul is so mighty!"

As the two young men traded teasing remarks, another story opened its curtain.