Draco, seeing Dumbledore's focused expression, curled his lips into a mocking smile and said slowly, "Judging from your expression, you're very eager to hear it."
He paused deliberately, whetting the other person's appetite, before speaking, "Then I'll be merciful and tell you— Voldemort is actually planning a resurrection."
Dumbledore's eyes darkened, a sharp glint flashing within them. "So, let me interpret your words in a different way."
"You mean more than just the general conclusion that 'he is planning a resurrection'."
"You also possess specific, verifiable, and ongoing details about this 'resurrection plan.'"
"That's right." Draco nodded readily.
"He possessed Professor Quirrell's body in order to steal the Philosopher's Stone and use it to rebuild a powerful physical body."
"I think you should have realized this long ago."
"However, what you don't know is that he has another way of resurrection."
The moment Dumbledore heard those words, his pupils contracted sharply, as if struck by an invisible bolt of lightning.
"Yes." Dumbledore's speech suddenly quickened, becoming much more urgent than his usual calm tone, his mind racing.
"He would never place all his hopes on a single path, especially when that path— the Philosopher's Stone —is fraught with uncertainty and under my close surveillance."
Draco's words were like a key, unlocking the hidden doubts in Dumbledore's heart.
He finally realized that Voldemort's chessboard was far more complex and intricate than he had imagined.
Quirrell and the Philosopher's Stone may just be bait on the surface; the real, fatal blow has already been hidden in the shadows, waiting for its chance to strike.
"As far as I know, there is a rebirth ritual that can help him reshape his physical body," Draco continued.
"However, this ceremony requires someone to help him prepare and organize it."
"So, this brings us back to our initial topic— Peter Pettigrew!"
The moment he heard Peter Pettigrew, Dumbledore's aura fluctuated violently, like a calm lake surface suddenly rippled with extremely complex waves after a stone was thrown in.
A flash of understanding crossed his eyes, and he sighed heavily, as if dispelling a long-standing fog.
"Rebirth Ritual..."
Dumbledore repeated in a low voice, his tone a mixture of disbelief and expectation.
"A ritual that requires someone to prepare it, capable of reshaping the physical body. And that preparer is Peter Pettigrew."
Dumbledore muttered to himself.
Seeing that Dumbledore was still unable to calm down completely, Draco secretly felt a sense of satisfaction.
This omniscient and all-knowing perspective, which holds the entire situation and overlooks all living beings, is incredibly satisfying.
"That's right."
Draco met Dumbledore's gaze.
"To perform this rebirth ritual, three requirements must be met—the blood of the enemy, the flesh of the servant, and the bone of the father."
"We've now cut off one of his lifelines. All we need to do is protect Harry and then dig up his father's grave..."
A half-smile played on his lips, "While this may sound a bit immoral, it will ensure Voldemort never rises again."
"The blood of the enemy... the flesh of the servant... the bones of the father..."
Dumbledore was still muttering to himself, his face turning pale at a visible speed, his deep eyes churning with indescribable shock and chill.
This insidious and cruel ritual is truly evil to the extreme.
"I know this ritual," Dumbledore said softly. "It originates from the oldest and most forbidden Dark Magic, requiring extreme hatred, utter enslavement, and blasphemy against the dead."
As for digging up graves...
He abruptly changed the subject, his gaze sharpening as he looked at Draco, and solemnly rejected the suggestion to dig up the grave:
"It's not just a matter of 'immorality.' Desecrating a grave can trigger unpredictable magical backlash, and might even play right into Tom's hands—it might have been part of the ritual in the first place."
Draco touched the tip of his nose and shrugged casually. "I was just saying."
He knew perfectly well that he couldn't very well go and dig up someone's grave himself.
Doing such a thing would likely incur divine retribution.
You can't even make a few hundred yuan a month, what's the point of risking your life?
Dumbledore pondered for a moment, the panic in his eyes gradually fading, replaced by a calm and decisive demeanor.
He can always quickly outline the next course of action.
"Our first priority is to absolutely protect Harry's safety. He is the key to the 'blood of the enemy' in the ritual and must not fall into Voldemort's hands."
"Second, pursue Peter Pettigrew with all our might, severing Voldemort's arm in preparing the ritual."
"Third, keep a close watch on Riddle's grave, but remember not to do anything disrespectful to avoid falling into their trap."
"Fourth, continue to accelerate the destruction of the Horcrux; this is the fundamental solution to eliminate their weakness."
He looked intently at Draco, his voice heavy with seriousness and a hint of admonition. "Remember—in the fight against darkness, we must not allow ourselves to cross the line."
"If we continue down that path of fighting evil with evil, the difference between us and Tom will become smaller and smaller."
"I understand." Draco nodded.
He secretly thought to himself, "That's right, if we really did that, wouldn't it become the cliché of the dragon slayer becoming the dragon himself?"
Dumbledore satisfaction, a weary yet relieved smile appearing on his aged face, "Very good, child. What you have brought tonight may change the entire course of this war."
Upon hearing this, Draco's smile deepened.
"Actually, I have even more explosive news. Do you want to hear it?"
Dumbledore's body froze instantly; he couldn't believe that Draco could bring even more shocking news.
This time, his gaze toward Draco was no longer concealed; it was no longer the gentle scrutiny he usually displayed, but a gaze that seemed to want to directly devour one's soul.
His gaze held a mixture of disbelief and astonishment, a wariness pushed to the edge of cognition, and a deep apprehension about the unknown abyss that even he himself was unwilling to admit.
This statement implies everything that has been revealed before.
The secrets of Horcrux, the truth of possession, the ritual of rebirth—these earth-shattering secrets, enough to overturn the course of war, are not yet the end.
In the deeper darkness lies an even more subversive and unimaginable truth.
Seeing Dumbledore's discomfiture, Draco was ecstatic.
Throughout the entire Wizarding World, perhaps no one has ever been able to make the shrewd and resourceful Hogwarts Headmaster so unsettled.