Wizard Spellification

Time: 12:10 AM.

In the girls' restroom on the third floor, two figures that were clearly men were loitering outside.

"Dumbledore, are we really going in?" Riddle asked hesitantly.

If it were the old him, he probably wouldn't have paid attention to these trivial details.

But now, he estimates he will live under this identity for an almost endless time, should his presence in the women's restroom be discovered— Myrtle has been inside all along.

He was paying attention to the girl he had unintentionally killed; at this time, she should have been sitting on the innermost toilet tank as usual.

"I mean, the guy who came in here is very likely the same wizard who appeared at Rotherham Church —and based on what we just saw, you're probably the only one among us who sensed that magic that seemed to stop time." Riddle started making excuses.

However, this was hardly an excuse. After he decided not to go in, he immediately realized their oversight.

He and Dumbledore been invincible for so long that when faced with danger, they usually chose to charge straight in rather than plan ahead.

"When did you get the idea that I wanted to go in right away?" Dumbledore adjusted his glasses.

"If I wanted to get in quickly, why would I linger outside with you for so long?"

"To inherit the name of a wizard, the name of a wizard who is called a god, is a difficult, even impossible thing."

"The wizard's own magic power is mutually exclusive with the Magic of Names, and even the weakest wizard cannot accept the Magic of Names."

"Only Muggle can be vessels for fallen gods, but Muggle cannot perceive the power of gods through their names, and conversely, the power of gods cannot descend upon them."

"And now, in this Chamber of Secrets within the washroom, there is a wizard who has inherited the name of Cronus and the power of the God of Time," Dumbledore low voice, his face full of surprise.

"I think I know more about this than you do. The name Voldemort represents 'my' power; it's the Slytherin's conjectures and knowledge about a higher realm that 'I' found in the Chamber of Secrets."

"In Muggle terms that I've recently learned, it's about compressing all the information about a wizard and naming it with an invisible name."

"Does this sound familiar? It's similar to the process of creating a spell?"

"This name is like a spell, circulating among wizards and in the magical field."

"It is another exploration of the realm of the immortal— the Wizard Spellification."

"But I didn't do it. The name only allowed me to sense the location and even the emotions of the wizard who called it."

"Perhaps this is related to the incompleteness of 'my' soul?"

"After all, shortly after I received the manuscript, I created my first Horcrux —the diary."

"But I really don't understand why those gods are so powerful."

"We can say that we have reached the limit that existing wizards can reach."

"However, our greatest strength is only barely reaching the average level of those wizards described as gods in ancient books."

"If we were to use a different name for our field, we would only be at the level of demigods," Riddle frowned.

Strangely, although he was clearly speaking and his mouth was opening and closing, it seemed that not a single sound was being made.

But from Dumbledore's expression, it was clear that he could hear.

"You—no, Voldemort— believe this is a deterioration of the wizarding bloodline?" Dumbledore couldn't help but retort.

"Yes, but that's clearly wrong, as we've discussed before."

"Perhaps it was the curse of the gods, those forerunners, who feared that even more powerful wizards would be born in the future? But some divine wizards disagreed with the outbreak of war. The gods themselves all perished. Only those myths and the power contained in their names can prove their existence," Riddle speculated.

"Maybe so, but Tom, you probably shouldn't have cast that soundproofing spell just now."

"We're discussing the secrets of the divine realm here. If that wizard really exists, he should have shown himself long ago to answer our questions."

"I suppose it's because your spell made him not notice us, Tom?" Dumbledore said with a smile, and waved his wand, canceling the soundproofing spell.

However, Riddle didn't care.

"With his skill level, how could he not hear our voices disguised by magic?"

"Actually, you can tell from the fact that the old man in Rotherham Church is alive and remembers everything that you can tell that he's not a bad person, at least not Voldemort- like guy."

"I don't mind if others know about my existence."

"His absence might simply be due to other things— the Basilisk, or he might just not want to deal with us at all."

"You've been staying here because you have something else to say," Riddle sensed something.

Dumbledore must have had something else to say, otherwise why would he risk being discovered by Professor McGonagall when she got up in the middle of the night to linger in the girls' bathroom just to say these things?

If you really want to attract that person, the same thing can happen in the bathroom.

Although Myrtle is inside, the ghosts of Hogwarts are all obedient to the headmaster, so it's fine to let her leave for a while.

"Yes, I was going to say thank you." Dumbledore's eyes darted around.

He now confirmed that the person must have left, and could say things he should have said a long time ago.

"Are you crazy?" Riddle's pale cheeks flushed.

"I meant thank you for your letter," Dumbledore continued.

After Fudge stepped down and Arthur, who had been sidelined, regained his importance, he realized how wrong he had been.

"Oh, so you finally understand the benefits of power." Riddle raised an eyebrow.

Right now it's about power, but once Dumbledore realizes the wizarding world can't do without him, he'll set his sights on lifespan.

"Dumbledore! Don't even think about leaving me alone!" Riddle's face was still slightly flushed, and no one knew what he had been thinking.

All he knew was that perhaps everything was starting to move in a positive direction.

"No, I just discovered that power should be in the hands of those who deserve it."

"As for why I thank you."

"You probably already know the rest, so I'll just talk about Fudge."

"Did you know that Fudge has a nephew named Rufus Fudge?"

"Rufus was also going to work at the Ministry of Magic, so Fudge wrote him a letter."

"I won't repeat the contents of the letter, but there's one part I remember very clearly: his advice to Rufus as an elder—how to be a good Ministry of Magic official."

"In the first phase, they claimed that nothing had happened."

"In the second phase, something may happen, but we should not take action now."

"In the third phase, perhaps we should take action, but there's nothing we can do right now."

"In the fourth phase, we should have done something, but it's too late now. I regret it." Dumbledore's tone was filled with anger.