Allen looked up at Dumbledore. Both of them did not look away. Allen's fingers tapped on the armrest of the chair a few times. Just as Dumbledore was disappointed that his guess was confirmed, Abruzzi suddenly spoke up.
"Abusi, let me show you something." Allen smiled at Dumbledore and reached into his pocket. "It took thousands of years to complete. It's a very important treasure of mine and Loina's."
Hearing Allen's intimate address for Ravenclaw, Dumbledore did not move but squinted his eyes. The face with the curved nose landed quietly on the ground and watched Allen's actions calmly.
Allen's pale and slender palm opened in front of Dumbledore, and a blood-red stone with an irregular shape appeared in his palm. Allen generously displayed the Philosopher's Stone in front of Dumbledore.
"In my original understanding, the Philosopher's Stone is not a wonderful thing … Allen, you must know that it is not beneficial to people and how it increases one's lifespan …" Dumbledore's calm demeanor was broken, but he did not explode immediately. He just looked more puzzled. "In my original understanding, death is just another great adventure for a very clear-headed person … But Miss Ravenclaw told us that she was fighting against Death … So why did you make the Philosopher's Stone?"
"I think we are honest enough now, so I don't have to avoid suspicion by using the meditation basin that is not easy to fake but will make our heads wet, right? Let's make it simple and show you what you think a great adventure is … "Allen did not finish his sentence and saw that Dumbledore did not object, so he waved his hand and summoned the skull hookah from the cabinet.
Then he took a deep breath and spat out the illusion that he saw when he fell into the Underworld, as well as what the Muggle invaders did to England in 1066 to Dumbledore.
"For a greater benefit, I did use some Muggle … But these people were originally in history … Well, although I took the initiative to participate in this history, they were destined to die in history. So instead of letting them suffer in the Underworld …" Allen looked down and clenched the Philosopher's Stone in his hand. "I know what you want to say, Abusi. I do not have the right to judge these invaders, nor do I have the right to decide whether they live or die, but I don't have a perfect solution for everything … I can't make everyone like me, I can only wait until they are tired of hating me or tired of living …" Allen looked down and clenched the Philosopher's Stone in his hand.
"If that's the case … Compared to revealing the true face of Death, it is indeed more beneficial for the wizard society to keep it mysterious and legendary. Only then can we avoid panic … Muggle …" Dumbledore muttered, and then he seemed to be thinking about what to say. He could not decide what attitude he should use to face this matter. "I heard the hints and warnings that you revealed, and I understand that your relationship with Madam Ravenclaw seems to be closer than I thought … But even without Madam Ravenclaw, I am still no match for you. But Allen, are you sure that what she told you is the truth? You know, when she showed her divinity that day … she looked very dangerous … "
"We are indeed fighting against Death." Allen did not say much. Instead, he emphasized, "As you said before, it is not his ability that decides a person's fate, but his choice."
"So this time, I will not be in a hurry to make a choice, especially when I don't understand and can't prove it … Although it is not easy for an old man like me to change his mind, at least this time I will try my best not to judge things with my fixed view like before … I will try my best to investigate and reconcile these matters. Let us come to a conclusion later." Dumbledore asked calmly, but there was a hint of pleading in his eyes. "As for the last question … What do you think of the International Union of Wizards and Wizards's Secret Act?"
"Abusi, my attitude towards the Secret Act is not important. In fact, the attitude of the wizards is not important either …" Allen's voice was much gentler. After a moment of hesitation, he took out a stack of documents and triangular discs from the drawer and placed them in front of Dumbledore. "If you have a wizard TV installed in your house, you can go back and watch it. The technology of the Muggle is similar to their magic, but their progress in the past hundred years is much faster than ours … Recently, the computer network invented by the Muggle is like a giant spider web all over the world, connecting all the Muggles in the world together … It allows people all over the world to communicate and share information at any time, and they can access the information that is happening all over the world without leaving their homes … I have done some research and done some divination. In a few years, no matter where the news is, the video and audio will immediately be uploaded to the network and known by all the Muggle in the world … And we can't get that many Thunderbirds and Curly Winged Demons in a short period of time …"
"Wealth and life … To you who owns the Philosopher's Stone, you've long possessed it … So, your recent actions are naturally not for money. These things that are not very beneficial to us …" Dumbledore's pair of bright blue eyes looked at Alan through the crescent-shaped glasses and looked at him very seriously. "And now, the matter that is causing an uproar in the magic world … You've taken the initiative to seek cooperation with the Muggles …" He paused for a moment. "In other words, if this model can be successfully promoted … Seeing the benefits generated from it, this is something that can be easily imitated even without the energy core and the floating city. You want other countries to participate in this cooperation model that has more connections with the Muggles?"
"My philosophy is similar to that of your 'good friend' of yours, but the essence is different … Abusi, I also have two 'good friends', and they are both Muggle … Their families are currently living on the floating city." Allen slowly leaned back in his chair. "I already have a floating city. With its current size, it can already accommodate all the wizards in the British wizarding world, and I can continue to expand it." Allen's voice was full of pride. "Not only can it float in the sky, but it can also allow us to live on the bottom of the sea after activating the shield. After I cast the 'untagged' and 'Muggle Banishing Spell, I'm not worried that the Muggle will discover its existence, but I can't completely shut all the wizards in the world off like this. Moreover, passing further laws to force the Muggle and the mixed-blood wizards to tear apart their other half, in my opinion, is a very inhumane thing to do …"
"Thank you for your honesty, but as you know, no matter which one of these pieces of information you have, it is enough for anyone to digest for a while." Dumbledore picked up his glass of Coke and drank all the information in one gulp. Then, he stood up and took out a handkerchief to wipe the corner of his mouth. "Other than the Grim Reaper, it seems like I'll have to live in the Muggle world for a while …"
Today, Dumbledore's relatively open-minded and neutral attitude made Allen a little happy. When he saw that Dumbledore was about to leave, he quickly stopped him. "Please wait, Abusi …"
"Allen?" Dumbledore was halfway through turning around when he stopped in surprise.
"I've received information from my informants. Recently, Tom will go to Newmungaard to look for the old wand … He seems to have heard about the Sacred Relic of Death from somewhere, but he only found out that this wand had appeared in the hands of your old friend …" Allen said as he took out the wand he was making from his pocket. "I have a gift for your old friend here. The body of the wand is made from elder wood, and the core of the wand is made from the tail feathers of the night fins … I was going to send it anonymously to explain the situation, but I think you'll be willing to wait a few minutes for me to finish it and bring it over?" Without waiting for Dumbledore's response, Allen shouted at the mark on his arm. "Help me call Helena. Ask her to bring the wand I'm making from the table to the headmaster's office."
Dumbledore's blue eyes stared at the wand in Allen's hand through the crescent-shaped glasses. His slender fingers tapped together angrily. After a few taps, he finally sighed helplessly. "Is it because of the legend that the person who owns the three Sacred Relic of Death is the master of the Grim Reaper? I'm still happy that you've chosen to take such a big detour for the sake of this old wand and not to harm my life. This shows that you still have a bottom line in your behavior. " Dumbledore smiled bitterly. "It's just that your bad taste has made me and Harry unable to eat the almond cookies now …"
"If the problem of the Grim Reaper is solved and they are not damaged, I'll try my best to return the things that belong to you and Harry. After all, this is more commemorative than working, isn't it? " Allen bit the tip of his tongue to stop himself from laughing out loud when he recalled the old man's pathetic look in front of him in the cave. However, when he sensed the anger in the old man's heart that did not match his age, he took a deep breath and said with a straight face, "If I can make you happy about this … Abusi, Roina and I didn't just do it out of curiosity … Other than drinking all the poison that Lord Voldemort originally put in the basin, I've also tried the laxative that you took …"
The memory of that night suddenly surfaced in Dumbledore's mind when he heard Allen's reminder. Allen did not look well at that time, and the little girl with Ravenclaw looked like she had eaten something wrong. Dumbledore looked up at Allen abruptly. Allen said that he and Roina had taken the laxative together?!!!
However, before he could ask, Helena's excited voice suddenly came from the mirror on the wall. "Daddy! Daddy! Come on!" Helena's cheerful voice came from the mirror on the wall. I've brought the things that you wanted. "
Then, under the mischievous smile of the headmaster of Hogwarts, the former headmaster of Hogwarts and the former ghost of Ravenclaw Academy noticed each other. Helena, who had always been expressionless, could not help but open her mouth in surprise. Helena did not think too much about it. She thought that since her father had asked her to bring the things here as a ghost, there would naturally be no outsiders in the headmaster's office.
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