If You Can't Beat Them, Ask Dumbledore?

July 1992, London, Britain, Knowledge Society.

Li Wei, accompanied by two capable assistants, was conducting a lesson on Dark Arts knowledge.

"Last time, we discussed how the power of the Unforgivable Curses depends on the magnitude of our malice, and how spells can instantly amplify our negative emotions to increase the lethality of Dark Arts.

Today, we will continue this discussion. Qiao Weili, you will give the first report."

"Yes! Professor!"

The assistant Qiao Weili, upon being called upon, felt a jolt in his heart and walked solemnly to the podium.

As Qiao Weili took his place, some familiar students quietly gave him a fist bump for encouragement. Qiao Weili returned their gesture with a smile.

To any observer, the entire teaching atmosphere was harmonious and commendable.

The premise being, of course, that they weren't studying Dark Arts.

"Ahem."

Qiao Weili cleared his throat and was about to speak when he caught sight of the professor gripping his wand and striding forward out of the corner of his eye.

This action usually meant one thing: Aurors were coming!

"There's a wizard intrusion."

"Qiao Weili, take them away via Portkey. Jiamer, you're with me to face them."

"Yes!"

Qiao Weili, wand in hand, led the students away. Not a single person showed panic during the process—they were all too familiar with Aurors.

While those individuals were indeed the cream of the wizarding world, they were still far from a match for the professor and his two assistants.

Rather than worrying about being caught by those 'vermin,' they were more displeased about their lesson being interrupted.

"Damn Aurors! I stayed up two nights preparing for this class, and they have to pick now to come looking for trouble?"

"Relax, man. The professor won't take more than half an hour to deal with them. We'll just continue somewhere else."

A long-haired student soothed his agitated companion, and the two quickly followed the departing crowd.

Their complaints were not met with reprimands.

In fact, not only were the students thinking this way, but the two assistants and even Li Wei himself felt the same.

Dealing with a few Aurors was simple. If they weren't careful not to kill them, the three of them could finish the fight in a minute.

However, this time, the situation seemed a bit different.

"This entire classroom was conjured by Transfiguration? Li Wei, you are even more exceptional than I imagined."

A gentle, aged voice arrived with unexpected speed.

Following the voice, a tall figure emerged from the light. Upon seeing who it was, the entire classroom instantly lost all sound and color.

Everyone's gaze was uncontrollably drawn to the figure, their hearts trembling!

For standing before them was the most powerful white wizard recognized by the entire wizarding world since the 19th century: Dumbledore.

In his hand, he held Barton, the house-elf responsible for security.

The loyal house-elf, despite knowing the elder's identity, was still clawing and struggling, desperately trying to break free from the old man's grasp.

"Oh, my friend, can you please relax?"

Dumbledore lowered his head and whispered to the loyal servant.

An invisible pressure accompanied his words, instantly enveloping Barton, rendering him immobile. He could only let out weak whimpers.

"...Everyone, leave immediately. Qiao Weili and Jiamer, stay."

Li Wei calmly issued the order.

Qiao Weili, who was supposed to be leading the students away, gripped his wand and unhesitatingly stood by his professor's side!

He exchanged a look with Jiamer, seeing the tremor in each other's pupils, but they would stand with their professor, steadfastly, no matter the time or place!

"Qiao Weili, Jiamer, Three Talents Formation."

"Yes! Professor!"

The two stood behind Li Wei, one on each side. Their stances formed a fixed sixty-degree angle. With a "bang," Li Wei pointed his wand at the ground, and a blue light emerged from beneath his feet, instantly connecting with the two behind him to form a hexagram formation.

"Three Talents Formation? Is this the result of your personal research?"

Dumbledore held his wand, smiling at his former student, not rushing to act.

He exuded a composure that could only come from extreme confidence, as if his mere presence here had already sealed the outcome, and no matter how the dozen or so people before him resisted, the end result would not change in the slightest.

However, Dumbledore was still contemplating how to proceed.

"Professor, are you here to arrest me?"

Seeing that Dumbledore wasn't preparing to attack immediately, Li Wei wouldn't be foolish enough to initiate the assault.

"The Ministry of Magic found me, stating with certainty that 'a dark wizard comparable to Grindelwald' was being born, one who incites people, forms factions, and has repeatedly resisted Auror capture with force, posing a great danger."

"Professor, you don't actually believe that, do you? That's just fear-mongering."

Dumbledore looked at Li Wei, scrutinizing the student who had graduated 14 years ago, his emotions complex.

Fourteen years ago, his attention had been entirely focused on James and his friends, barely noticing this low-key student.

During the wizarding war, this student had never appeared in anyone's sight. He had even thought the other person was dead.

He hadn't expected that 14 years later, he would quietly rise to prominence, gradually becoming a figure that even the Ministry of Magic worried about.

No matter the era, there would always be wizards with ulterior motives pursuing the power of the Dark Arts.

This time, it seemed that evil fate had once again descended upon the students of Hogwarts?

"Li Wei, you make things very difficult for me."

"If possible, I don't want to fight a student I was once proud of."

Dumbledore held his wand, looking at the students who were silently leaving, and quietly sensed their emotions.

Unease, sadness, anger, hope. Amidst the myriad of complex emotions, there was only a lack of fear.

No.

There was fear, but it was only for his arrival.

Towards Li Wei, these students only felt concern and hope, not the slightest sign of being controlled or coerced. Although they were all pursuing the Dark Arts, he was indeed different from Tom.

However, it was precisely because the harm had not yet spread that Dumbledore had to convince himself to make a decision and nip this dangerous seedling in the bud.

"Then, Professor, can we come to an understanding?"

As a transmigrator who had read Harry Potter, Li Wei naturally knew how powerful Dumbledore was.

He was a T0 existence in the entire wizarding world, a figure that only existed in legends and biographies.

After defeating Voldemort, there was no second wizard worthy of his personal attention.

It was precisely because of this that Li Wei increasingly couldn't understand why Dumbledore would personally seek him out.

Although researching the Dark Arts was strictly forbidden by the Ministry of Magic, Li Wei had never used the Dark Arts to harm anyone.

Even when dealing with the Aurors sent to apprehend him, he had defeated them using Transfiguration and the Sleeping Curse. Those individuals hadn't even sustained minor injuries.

Dumbledore shouldn't have believed the Ministry of Magic's baseless accusations. There were plenty of Dark Wizards out there who were far more 'wicked' than him, so why was he specifically targeting him?

Li Wei could never have imagined that it was precisely because of his 'lenient' actions that the Ministry of Magic felt provoked. After repeated failures, they had angrily sought out Dumbledore.

And at this very moment, he could only think of one thing.

Could this battle be avoided?