Hogwarts White Knight

Nature is the Creator who likes to play with people very much.

Although there will be innocent victims like Neanderthals and the shame of mammals such as dolphins and seals during evolution, generally speaking, some rules continue.

At least in Gawain's view, even the many magical creatures in the magical world that would make Newton beat his chest do not exceed this category. The Thestrals are just larger flying horses, the Basilisks are pythons with strange functions, and the Bowtruckle...

"Well, it's really just a Bowtruckle."

Gawain scratched his ears hesitantly.

"You've thought about it, haven't you? The Winged Demon is probably not a creature originating from our side. Whether it can even be called a creature remains to be considered. There are actually other creatures that exist in this form. Some, just mostly unknown.”

Dumbledore made a vague stroke with his right hand in the air, and the fluorescence turned into milky white color groups, forming the appearance of magical creatures.

"The crocodile, the basilisk, the five-legged monster, and... the horse-shaped water monster? But, professor, aren't the five-legged monster and the basilisk creatures that were born from failed transfiguration and black magic?"

Gawain didn't recognize them all, but he recognized some of them.

"Exactly. Their existence just supports my point of view, that magic itself may be the reason for the birth of new creatures. And the creatures created by violent and disordered magic will be more..."

Dumbledore flicked his wand and the images of magical creatures disappeared.

He didn't finish his sentence, but Gawain could understand the word he didn't say - "danger".

"After 'that night', His power gained strength and he had new servants. Although we all know that our old friend will not be willing to succumb to Him and will definitely actively look for opportunities to come. Here, take away the magic stone to build a new body for him. But before that, he will also provide him with the soil to survive."

There were layers of wrinkles on Dumbledore's face, and he looked even more aged under the light of the torch.

"These days, we have spent too much energy in the Forbidden Forest to eliminate the core of magic derived from His restoration, as well as the twisted creatures created by those cores. But even so, there are still some special ones that are not It was discovered by us or escaped. That curling-winged demon is perhaps the most unique among them - because it already has its own 'core' and has taken the most important step towards truly being alive."

He continued talking to himself.

This made Gawain feel more and more awkward as he listened.

"I originally wanted to wait until you are older and have made your 'choice' before revealing these secrets to you. But... I don't think I still have that kind of margin now. Are you ready? Go Access the deepest histories and secrets of these magical worlds?”

Dumbledore lowered his body and looked at Gawain with his scary blue eyes, which were bottomless but like bright morning stars.

"How could it be?"

Gawain felt as if his chest was being filled with cold water, and the feeling of weakness spread to his limbs.

Dumbledore's attitude is undoubtedly vaguely revealing something - even he, the strongest white wizard of this century and the principal of Hogwarts, defeated the first Dark Lord Grindelwald. Si Dumbledore was not sure that he would be able to survive the ensuing conflict.

"Is this related to my reckless exposure of Riddle?"

Gawain suddenly thought.

If he hadn't recklessly exposed Quirrell's disguise and not told Professor Dumbledore in advance, maybe he could have easily subdued Riddle in the castle and wouldn't have escaped into the Forbidden Forest...

"Of course not, of course not. No one would have thought that Riddle would be desperate enough to seek 'forgiveness' from the Unicorn. No one would have thought that He would take huge risks and forcibly intervene in this process. . It’s no one’s fault, you’ve actually done better than I could have ever imagined, much better.”

Seemingly understanding Gawain's hesitation, Dumbledore smiled and shook his head.

"But Gawain, if you are not ready or don't want to bear this burden, I can completely understand and respect your decision."

He held Gawain's shoulders and looked at him.

Dumbledore could fully understand how excessive it was to expect a first-year child to accept all this. These should be carried on the shoulders of them, as elders and teachers.

"There are just too many variables."

The corner of his eye unconsciously glanced at his right hand, whose fingers were long and thin. After "that wand" refused to respond to his call, he already felt that the dark clouds hanging over Hogwarts were becoming increasingly difficult to control.

When people are desperate, they will subconsciously grasp at any straw that may save their life, and even the powerful Dumbledore is no exception to this.

The straw he chose this time was called "trust".

But to Dumbledore's surprise, the time it took Gawain to make a decision was unusually short.

"Of course, Professor."

Without much hesitation, he nodded simply.

"Well, Gawain, I'm sort of craving some more tea, what about you?"

"Hmm...one spoonful of sugar, two spoons of milk?"

Amidst Phoenix Fox's happy chirping, the two of them disappeared into the hidden passage together.

The vaulted principal's office on the eighth floor was still warm. As soon as the phoenix Fox returned here, it flew to its "nest" and ignored the old and the young. Dumbledore clapped his hands, and the tray with the teapot and cups appeared again.

For the first time, they did not sit across from each other at the large desk, but gathered next to the burning fireplace.

"I think, Gawain, you should know more or less about some of the 'bizarre' stories in the wizarding world?"

Dumbledore picked up a teacup and played with it.

"Like what? He said many things to me in the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets before..."

Gawain compiled some of his guesses and what Slytherin said at that time and told them to Professor Dumbledore.

"It seems that you already know quite a lot. As you said, when Hogwarts was first built, it was not only regarded as a place to leave the seeds for the future of the wizarding world, but also as a place where people could think of it at the time. Prepared for the highest standards of prison imaginable.”

After listening to Gawain's words, Dumbledore showed a somewhat surprised expression, as if he had not imagined that Gawain would have touched such a level of secret.

"The story I will tell will be mixed with many rumors, stories, and even a lot of speculation. But have you ever imagined how wizards were born?"

He continued talking on his own, obviously this question was not meant for Gawain to answer.

——"At a certain point in history, humans suddenly mastered the power of magic and learned to use them?"

Gawain once imagined this problem.

But this is undoubtedly impossible.

Because if magic has a process of birth, familiarity, mastery, and development, just like how humans master smelting copper, iron, and steel, then there must be traceable written records, or at least horizontal evolution.

But he had never seen anything like it.

Not just on the wizard's side.

In fact, even in the history of magic textbooks, the stories of the four founders of Hogwarts are already quite early. The only major events that happened before them were probably the European Wizarding Conference in the Middle Ages.

"As you might suspect, magic appears suddenly and does not originate from our world."

“At some point in the past, maybe two thousand years, fifteen hundred years, but no one knows.

Our world interacts with the orbit of another world. No one knows exactly how that process took place, but from that world, magic was introduced here, and along with the magic, there were many magical creatures.

But this process happened purely by chance, and it didn't last long. "

"Some humans were influenced by another world, awakened the talent called magic, and became wizards.

The other group of people are between ordinary people and wizards. They are smart enough but not sensitive enough to only study magic. Their teachings, although mostly lost today, constitute what we now call the occult. "

Dumbledore pointed his finger, and the milky white smoke formed a series of pictures to help Gawain understand.

But even so, this is still a huge amount of information.

"But Professor, the one in the Forbidden Forest..."

Gawain suddenly thought, if this process is not permanent and dangerous, then why was the guy in the Forbidden Forest "imprisoned"?

"The 'intersection' didn't happen for long. Although there is some evidence that the world on the other side later became aware of our existence. But after all, the 'crack' was not big enough, and it was constantly closing, and it was far from enough for them to pass through. Come this way. In fact, in the era when the Big Four were born, this 'intersection' should have ended normally."

Dumbledore took a sip of the almost cold black tea.

"it should?"

Gawain noticed the word.

And he had a very ominous premonition.

"An accident happened."

Dumbledore sighed.

"A second Merlin has appeared in this world."

"I didn't find any information that recorded what happened at that time. I only learned from some fragments of legends that the world had undergone drastic changes at that time."

He looked deeply into the fireplace flame, as if looking at some unsolved mystery.

"I think you probably already know what happened next. Gryffindor took his sword and went to the 'other side', trying to buy more time; Ravenclaw spent too much energy on it. Planning, but eventually died of illness; only the kindest Helga Hufflepuff was left, guarding the remaining students in this castle alone."

"About that period of time, I only found this sentence."

Dumbledore pointed his finger.

"It's just them, or us."

"They're all crazy. They're all dead."