dmims Chapter 248 For a Greater Interest
Chapter 248 For a Greater Interest
Chapter 248 For a Greater Interest
The rise of any power is inseparable from unity, and the best way to achieve unity is through shared commonalities, such as region, ethnicity, or belief.
For wizards, ethnicity doesn't exist, because wizards come from all over the world. Religion also doesn't exist; they naturally wouldn't worship any gods. Perhaps their only faith is in magic.
However, everyone present shared one thing in common: their race. They were wizards wielding wands, not goblins who were forbidden from carrying them.
"For the sake of the wizard."
Among them were rational scholars, ordinary civilians, and also Ministry of Magic employees on leave.
Some disapproved of the fairies' actions, some were indifferent to them, some had a good relationship with the fairies, and some had had conflicts with them.
But standing before the ruins of Gringotts, and before Ryan's rallying cry, everyone was reminded, to some extent, of the goblins' ugly faces, and unconsciously joined the ranks of "for the wizards."
People follow the crowd, and so do wizards—Lane was able to suppress his anger and passion at this moment, because this was a big deal.
One must remain calm in the face of important matters.
In particular, those who lead every major event must not make wrong decisions due to momentary impulses or emotions, because leaders bear the fate of a group on their shoulders.
A sentence flashed through his mind: "A ruler should not raise an army out of anger, nor should a general wage war out of resentment."
Therefore, Ryan cannot lead them directly in to charge in now; that would just result in a rabble, and the outcome would only be worse.
He believed that the wizards who volunteered to stay here to protect everyone undoubtedly possessed noble character.
But even the noblest character, when faced with the glittering gold of the Galon, is undoubtedly put to the test of humanity.
Human nature should not be measured by money. Now is the time to unite as one, not to create division, confrontation, or conduct experiments.
"The situation is unclear right now. You're following me because you respect me. I'm also responsible for your safety, so please stay behind me, don't go deep into the underground parking garage, be careful on the road, and pay attention to safety. I will clear the way for you."
He took the lead and walked towards Gringotts, applying multiple defenses to everyone present—or rather, triple armor spells.
But ordinary wizards had never seen such a profound and exquisite spell. Sensing the triple armor spell on their bodies, they felt an unimaginable sense of security that filled their hearts.
"For the wizard, for Mr. Ryan!"
Finally, someone shouted those words.
Overwhelmed by a strong sense of security, everyone watched as Ryan sank into the inferno, clearing a path, and they all spontaneously and sincerely exclaimed, "For the wizard! For Ryan!"
"For the greater good," Dumbledore said to Harry.
The two sat by the lake, on a marble chair conjured by Dumbledore using Transfiguration. Harry felt a warm, cool sensation on his body.
The two were discussing why Slughorn was unwilling to become a professor at Hogwarts again and why he was unwilling to work with his old colleagues.
Dumbledore mentioned midway through the journey that it was probably because Slughorn held himself to very high moral standards. He held himself to these high standards, but later discovered that something had happened that involved him and violated these standards, so he was ashamed to see his former colleague.
Harry found this very strange, because Dumbledore had told him that this Mr. Slughorn was a pure-blood wizard from a pure-blood family, and also the head of Slytherin and the potions professor, which gave him a preconceived notion.
The image of Snape was born in my mind.
Because of a prejudice against Snape.
Therefore, he couldn't understand what kind of lofty moral standard could make this old man ashamed to face his past.
Therefore, Dumbledore told him a sentence, intending to convey the message behind it to others: everyone makes mistakes, no matter who they are.
This wasn't just a message for Harry, but also for Slughorn, who was pretending to be dead.
But Harry was completely baffled by this statement. His knowledge of magical history was a complete mess. If it was due to himself, it was because he didn't pay attention in class. If it was due to external factors, then Professor Binns's classes were like hypnosis.
Given that Professor Binns is the only ghost professor, it is a logical chain of reasoning that the ghost's teaching effect is to hypnotize and cause students to drowsiness.
"That makes sense," Harry nodded.
If his nod contained confidence, like the expression on Ryan's face whenever he heard Dumbledore talk about concepts he didn't understand, that air of self-assurance, then perhaps Dumbledore would be fooled by Harry's performance.
But now Harry's eyes were clear, and his face was filled with confusion. Dumbledore immediately knew he was a daydreaming student: "Which chapter of your history of magic are you on?"
"Ah ...
Harry, the underachiever, made his own unique voice, a weak, barely audible whisper, with unclear pronunciation. His main point was that he would definitely get an answer if asked, but he wouldn't use language that humans could understand.
"If I remember correctly, for second-year students, Professor Binns' lectures generally covered wizarding conferences in medieval continental Europe, and also included the International Wizarding Conference of 1289 and its impact —"
Dumbledore recalled what he had learned at school a century ago.
Harry blushed: "Oh, right, that's how it is."
When Dumbledore said that, a large number of complicated and complex times and place names appeared in his mind, but they were just simple fragments of memory that could not be connected into a coherent line.
To put it in Harry's own words, for example: In the year 1 AD, Victoria I ascended the throne in the Merse Valley. Faced with a famine in Scotland, she chose to make the people suffer with great courage, becoming an object of admiration for women in later generations.
The scene was so beautiful that he abruptly changed the subject: "Sir, what do you mean by 'for a greater good'?"
"When I was young, I felt the same way Ryan does now—that I was born to change the world and had the ability to do so. I was willing to give anything for it—"
Dumbledore narrated the past in a detached, observer's tone, as if none of it had ever happened to him.
The absolute defender of the magic of love, yet he lost love throughout his life.
He lost his sister in the height of summer in the Gedric Valley, became enemies with his brother, and parted ways with his best friend—his brother and lover.
Then came the most dazzling achievement in the eyes of the world: defeating the dark wizard Grindelwald, who wielded the Elder Wand.
All his praised achievements are symbols of his loss of love.
He was already broken beyond recognition, but he could not fall, nor could he embark on another great adventure, because the magical world was too weak, because wizards were too insignificant.
Because of Voldemort's rise, the last sanctuary in his heart was robbed, making him realize that even his education had failed, and that his best student had become a monster who wreaked havoc on the world.
"Harry, what do you think an old man like that could possibly have left?"
Perhaps Dumbledore's original intention was to tell Slughorn that he was not the only one who made a mistake, that everyone makes mistakes, and that what needs to be done is to make amends.
But now he sighed sincerely. Looking back, he realized that he had nothing left of his life except the magnificent history books, which adorned the broken walls and ruins, creating a magnificent but dilapidated scene.