Shenhao's Journey to Myriad Worlds

Dumbledore suddenly raised his head, looked at Wang Xuebin, and asked solemnly:

"...I intend to establish an organization called the Order of the Phoenix to resist the threat posed by Voldemort and his dark wizards...

I just don't know...Professor Gu Yi, would you like to join this organization and work with us to maintain peace in the wizarding world? "

"um, I?"

Hearing Dumbledore's invitation, Wang Xuebin was taken aback for a moment, pointed at himself, and asked in disbelief:

"Are you talking about me?"

"Of course!"

As Dumbledore said, he nodded slightly, his blue eyes stared at Wang Xuebin expectantly, and said earnestly:

"If I miss you, I believe I will regret it for the rest of my life..."

Looking at the sincere Dumbledore, Wang Xuebin couldn't help raising his eyebrows slightly, and shook his head regretfully.

"Professor Dumbledore, please forgive me. It's not that I'm cowardly. It's just that as a Chinese, I rashly intervene in a civil war belonging to wizards in your country. Believe me, there is nothing wrong with you or me." There are benefits to speak of!"

It was!

A yellow-skinned Chinese who came to England to fight an English civil war?

Crazy?

Who can guarantee that the two forces in the civil war will stop the war and kill him as an outsider when they see him as an outsider?

There is no benefit in losing or winning. Do some thankless things, fool?

Wang Xuebin is not stupid, so naturally he would not do such a stupid thing!

As a very heavy weight, the most important thing to do is to remain neutral and to be sold!

He came to this world to extract benefits, not to offer love. Wouldn't it be nice to offer love in this world? Is it worth it?

"The most I can guarantee is that as long as I stay at Hogwarts for one day, the safety of the school's teachers and students will not be violated. As for other things... It's a pity, but it's really out of my hands!"

Hearing Wang Xuebin's words, Dumbledore's disappointment was beyond words, he sighed softly, and shook his head.

"...ah... well...sorry...I didn't think carefully..."

Dumbledore knew the meaning of Wang Xuebin's words, but he also knew that the so-called non-intervention was just an excuse for the other party.

However, even if he knew that what the other party said was an excuse, he couldn't be too demanding. After all, he knew very well that he couldn't use any powerful leverage to attract the other party...

All he can do is try his best not to push Wang Xuebin into the ranks of Death Eaters. As for the little calculations in the other party's mind... just turn a blind eye...

No way, who made the vitality of today's British wizarding world too fragile?

He is really not sure, while resisting the combination of Wang Xuebin and Voldemort!

And in today's British wizarding world, once he fails, everything will be over...

He really couldn't afford to lose, so naturally he didn't dare to take risks easily...

Alas~ let it be...

Looking at Dumbledore with a disappointed face, Wang Xuebin shook his head slightly, and he was not interested in continuing the chat. He straightened his wrinkled clothes, looked up and said goodbye:

"...Do you have any other arrangements? If not, then I will go back to prepare the teaching plan for the new semester..."

Wang Xuebin's words suddenly awakened Dumbledore, who was immersed in chaotic thoughts, raised his head and squeezed out a somewhat forced smile, and said softly:

"...I don't have any other arrangements here, you can go to work first... By the way..."

Speaking, Dumbledore seemed to think of something, looked at Wang Xuebin and said:

"Students in the fifth grade, the elementary wizard ability exam is about to usher... You need to prepare in advance and announce to the students the admission requirements for your advanced defense against the dark arts course in the sixth and seventh grades!

If there are students with qualified grades, you need to interview and admit them in person, and screen out students who are not suitable for your advanced knowledge of this course, so as not to delay the graduation of students! "

Hearing this, Wang Xuebin nodded thoughtfully, turned his head to look at the students playing outside the window on campus, and said softly:

"...Don't worry... I will make arrangements in advance..."

Chapter 536 Voldemort's Compromise

"Master...Master...That's it..."

In the auditorium of a manor in Yorkshire, Voldemort sat on the main seat, listening to his subordinates' narration, with no trace of joy or anger in his expression.

"The murderer... are you sure... that Hogwarts professor named Gu Yi?"

Voldemort was caressing a black viper with white markings in his hand. He tilted his head, and the madness and fierceness in his eyes flashed from time to time, showing his inner unrest.

"No... that's right, we used backtracking magic in the Fairy Canyon, but because the traces there were burned by Fiendfire, we couldn't fully detect what happened!

But what is certain is that the two strange wizards who appeared there at that time were indeed that Ancient One and one of his students..."

"Student? From Hogwarts? What grade?"

Voldemort leaned back slightly, shook his head left and right, lifted the viper that had climbed onto his shoulder, and slipped it into his hand again, asking casually.

That incomparably casual tone was as easy and natural as asking 'Have you eaten?', but the Death Eater's whole body trembled when he heard this tone.

"Master...master...very small...maybe...first grade...no...second grade maybe..."

"First and second grade???"

Suddenly, Voldemort leaned forward suddenly, his scarlet eyes staring fixedly at the Death Eater who reported the situation, and the other people present couldn't help but tremble with fear.

"You mean... we Death Eaters will pay the price of more than 200 people for resisting a professor who teaches in a school? And that professor has a burden of a first-year?"

"No...no...Master...he is...Professor of...Defense Against the Dark Arts..."

"Yes...I know...Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts..."

As Voldemort said, he sent the viper in his hand to the long conference table, pulled away his stool, got up and walked around the conference table.

"...He's the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor..."

While walking around, he also carefully looked at the standing Death Eater, as if this was the first time he knew him today.

"...So what? He can kill two hundred of us by himself...

No!Is it 280 compatriots? "