rps+Tomie] NOT+REAL?

In the midsummer afternoon, the sun was poisonous, and the smoky wind and steaming heat scorched all living beings on the earth, and Godric's Hollow, which was always cool, was not spared.Under the scorching sun, a small group of Aurors scrambled like headless chickens in the valley for a while.

"It's just a silent person, what's so terrible, let us come out for an urgent mission at this time..."

"Where did the silent people come from? I think the people above are playing tricks on us. It's such a hot day..."

"It's just... I've used almost all the tracking spells that can be used. I've gone from house to house in the entire valley, and I haven't found any traces..."

There were already complaints in the team, and even the leader was obviously tired. He raised his sleeve and wiped the sweat from his forehead, looking a little embarrassed.

"I think it's almost the same. If you go further there, you will be close to the Muggle area. Find a place to rest, and we can go back to the business."

The director and the minister, one or two, only know how to make decisions by patting their heads. Anyway, it is they, the lower law enforcement officers, who are suffering.The Aurors knew this for a long time, and immediately looked around, planning to find a family to rest for a while - so as not to be scolded for failing to complete the task and lose the face of the Ministry of Magic.

Unfortunately they had gone too far, and there were no houses to be seen around them—it was hard to find even a piece of shade—and they only saw a small piece of woods around half a hill.

A group of people walked over there resignedly.But those with sharp eyes quickly discovered that there was a small house in that direction that they had never visited before.

So far away from the left and right neighbors, a lonely school-maybe there is something wrong.

Within moments, the Aurors were apparating in front of the cabin door.

"Is anyone there? The Ministry of Magic is on business."

The leader held back as much as possible and called the door politely.The rest of the people surveyed nearby, showing quite good professionalism.

"As far as the situation outside the house is concerned, the traces of casting spells in this area are quite obvious, but Momoran can't see it."

Even if there is no clear evidence of the existence of Silence, the independent hut and obvious magic fluctuations are enough to make people suspicious of this family.

"Is anyone there? The Ministry of Magic is on business."

"No one is there? Or can't you hide?"

After a while—they almost gave up calling the door and resorted to stronger methods. Finally, two people walked out side by side.

The Aurors suddenly rejoiced that they just followed the rules, and didn’t do anything out of the ordinary—those two wizards, two young men, there was such an astonishing shock at every stop, that people simply ignored it. At their extremely young age, ignoring their bright but disheveled hair and collars turned up in hot weather, it seems that all this is as it should be——their expressions seem not so friendly, probably disturbed by something, I'm a little dissatisfied with this sudden visit.

"Albus Dumbledore?!"

Suddenly someone yelled out, it was a young Auror, his fiery eyes fixed on the red-haired youth with gentler brows and eyes.

"I... I met you when I was at school! It was... the dueling club, you beat me twice! Hufflepuff has a lot of admirers of you... oh, I graduated from Hufflepuff two years ago , you may not remember..."

After this series of words blurted out, the others looked at the red-haired young man almost in unison, almost forgetting what they were doing here—although he only graduated a month ago, Albus Dumbledore’s reputation It is well known to the entire British magic community. His extraordinary performance during school, publication of articles... all kinds of achievements are enough to make him shine.

The originally indifferent and impatient expression of the blond youth became more and more dangerous, as if he was quite displeased with the naked gaze of this group of people - it was hard to say what kind of emotion it was, anyway, it was not a taste of jealousy .

It was a good reminder to the Aurors, telling them to look away and correct their work attitude...

"So you are Dumbledore? Who would have thought that the famous Albus Dumbledore lived in this kind of place in secret! The Daily Prophet's Transfiguration column probably never paid you for the manuscript..."

Oh, there is another one who doesn't know whether he is dead or alive.

Suddenly there was a gust of wind, and several palm-sized spiders fell down from the eaves with their webs, and landed on the Auror's face, tightly covering his eyelids, nostrils, and lips...

The blond-haired youth remained in his original posture and didn't move a bit.But no one doubted that he had done something - just presumably no one was going to point it out.

The poor Auror struggled to get the spiders off his face, but those spiders' legs seemed to have some kind of strong slime attached to them - his struggle was all in vain - except for leaving two more holes on his face strip scratches.

"Stay still. I'll help you get them off."

The blond young man unhurriedly took out his wand and pointed it leisurely.

The soft and low voice made the Auror shudder in front of the sun.

When the spiders all over his face disappeared completely, he still couldn't believe it, until strange black smoke rose from his seven orifices.

"Come on, Gellert, you know that's not how Vanishing Trace was changed."

A word of blame is more like blame.The famous "Albus Dumbledore" has always been smiling, although there was not necessarily a bit of a smile in his eyes before.

"I'm really sorry... please forgive my friend for improving the spell... a little hobby, he just wants to help out of kindness... it should be fine soon."

Apparently he wasn't going to do anything about it.

It seemed that the Auror, who was covered by the black veil, could no longer see his expression clearly, and seemed to be trying to say something, but he could only see black smoke coming out continuously.

"enough!"

The leading Auror reprimanded in a deep voice.With his mouth sealed, the situation has indeed improved a lot.

"I am indeed Dumbledore, and I am also the owner of this house. I don't know what you are doing when you suddenly visit my house?"

"...It's like this. The Ministry of Magic monitored silent activities last night, but the fluctuations in magic power disappeared too quickly, so we only confirmed that it was probably in Godric's Hollow. We have already confirmed it in other places. remain--"

The Auror leader is experienced after all, Quan pretended that nothing had happened just now, cleared his throat, explained the situation clearly in a few words, and left half a sentence and scrutiny in his eyes.

He keenly noticed that the two young men glanced at each other quickly, and their expressions moved slightly.

"There is such a thing? We didn't notice it... Do you think... will appear in my house silently?"

"I don't think so, but...you shouldn't refuse our routine inspection?"

"Of course, please come in..."

After the routine inspection, there is no one else in the house, and there is nothing unusual, oh, except for a thick-handed guy who accidentally broke a door, and it has been restored in time-everything is normal .

As for the traces of the spell... need an explanation?

The blond young man was still standing at the door, keeping his hands folded in front of his chest, "appreciating" his "work" steadfastly - the poor Auror didn't dare to follow the door at all.

"Dumbledore" responded very calmly and naturally, and his surprise did not seem to be fake, so that the experienced Auror leader could not see any clues until the evacuation, and he couldn't help but suspect that the previous moment was just his own illusion—when? How could a Gryffindor have such good acting skills?Even if he's Albus Dumbledore, he's just out of school, isn't he?

Where would he have thought that it just so happens that this person is not...

They are professional actors!

"Do you know what happened to those two people just now?"

Jamie was still in the old posture, and asked a question out of the blue.

"Auror... oh those two... How would I know, Dumbledore doesn't even remember these irrelevant people. But the 'black line' one in the back seems to be competing for the 'Transformation of the Day' column Failed?"

Toby felt a little baffled, and then said seriously.

"The Ministry of Magic is still aware of Anna, although just now...they must still have doubts. Fortunately, Anna is not here..."

"Then solve it as soon as possible."

Jamie said succinctly.He muttered again softly:

"It's really about time..."

Toby nodded incredulously.

"It looks like we need a private space."

"Hmm... The Ministry of Magic's "Secrecy Act" is really troublesome... just now the Auror mentioned that 'the existence of obscurity will expose the magic world to the threat of exposure', such a closed and backward society does not have any sense of crisis."

For Jamie's complaints, Toby deeply agrees. He is already very keen on promoting some progressive social movements.

"Someone should come out to reform... Wait... Isn't that what Grindelwald is going to do?"

Both of them froze suddenly.

The agreed first-generation Dark Lord, "The Crimes of Grindelwald", is his "sin" in promoting the reform of the wizarding world and normal interactions with wizards and Muggles?what is this...

Couldn't it be... the crime of flirting with the great white wizard Dumbledore?

"No, no, Grindelwald's plan is more... radical? Radical? He seems to mean to let wizards rule the world, and Muggles as ruled second-class citizens?"

Jamie shook his head again and again, and went on recalling:

"I haven't had time to read Grindelwald's notes carefully, but there is no doubt that he is very disdainful of people without magic... and it is said... that without the domination of wizards, Muggles will kill themselves sooner or later... Although he and Dumbledore Lido kept saying 'GreaterGood'."

That makes sense.Otherwise, the "Fantastic Beasts" and "Harry Potter" series would be a bit too "victory history".

"It's not unreasonable... Human beings have developed too fast in the past 200 years. Think about the two world wars—"

Toby thought about it again, and couldn't help but sucked in a breath of air.

"——If there were no bloody lessons from the two world wars...nuclear weapons, population, resources, environment...and disputes would break out after our time, no, even if there were no disputes, the world could really be destroyed! Although this is not the same as wizards It has nothing to do with your domination..."

In fact, Jamie was not very able to keep up with Toby's thinking, but had a sudden inspiration.

"When did Ms. Rowling seem to mention that the Wizard's War is related to the World War?"

"My God... Is this the real Greater Good?"

After establishing this connection, Toby lost his voice in astonishment.

"Dumbledore and Grindelwald could no longer stand on the same side because of Ariana... Then Grindelwald set off a bloodbath, and mankind received enough painful lessons... The duel between the two ended all this in time... Then it affected the subsequent reconstruction, change, and development..."

"The price is too high, and what if Grindelwald wins?"

"That's why it's 'Greater' instead of 'Good'!"

Toby analyzed firmly:

"If it's Grindelwald who wins... when he conquered, he relied on iron and blood, but when he wants to rule and restore the messed up situation, can he still use the original method..."

"That's right... If Grindelwald was just a destructive racist, he wouldn't be able to cause such a big storm. Greatnesscomesatacost... In a sense, they still realized their childhood vision...just..."

They sacrificed too much on the way to greatness, including themselves, and each other.

It's just...they sacrificed so much for it—themselves and each other.

Jamie still felt that such a concept was a bit too shocking, but he had to agree with its rationality.

And then they also realized another problem.

"The question is...how would history develop without these two people?"

Toby asked with a wry smile.

"...in their place...is us. Jamie, do you think history really has inevitability?"

"Well...I really haven't thought about it. But I guess I don't believe it."

"Do you want us to follow their plot again..."

It's a terrible idea - not much better than Nemo's fancy life tragedy - but people always have responsibilities of one kind or another.

"Uh...don't look at me like that, I'm definitely not capable of such an earth-shattering feat like Grindelwald's!"

Jamie was being stared at, but the person staring at him didn't know it—in fact, he was staring at the other person, also not knowing it.

"And... you want to experience the bitterness of the two of them? I don't want to!"

The two looked at each other and smiled, and the tension caused by the heavy topic eased a little.

"But--"

"Maybe we can refer to Grindelwald's original plan?"

But what, they all know it well.And Jamie suddenly threw out another choice.

"Grindelwald's original plan? The wizard's rule?"

"That's right, that one... who thought far enough, planned it half a century later... This plan is actually quite mild. As for why it became like that..."

The reason is clear.

"Of course, let's forget about the 'second-class citizens'...I don't know the details of the plan-I only know that there is...Albus Dumbledore at every step."

Under their deep gaze, it seems that the other party's eyes have collected all the stars in the universe, and it seems that this sentence is "you are in every step of my plan".

But what's the difference?

And in another space that they can't detect, the two vicissitudes of life are still permanently connected with a young attitude.

"Two very interesting young men..."

"Gellert...is he really what they say?"

"...I have you in every step of my plan - without you, I am really at a loss. I'm sorry... It's just that at that time, I didn't have the courage to face it..."

After the trembling voice subsided, there was a bewildered silence.

"Don't you think they're actually quite like us, Albus?"

"Maybe...but their choice is much better..."

"Then let us give them a last hand."

The mysterious small space disappeared silently, and the color of the soul gradually faded, and accompanied by two perfectly overlapping voices, it turned into a little bit of silver light.

"FORTHE GREATER GOOD."

The author has something to say: Serving GGAD brand sweet glass slag with Tomie? Anyway self-satisfaction is deeply obsessed with GreaterGood~

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