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Chapter 131 Countdown to the Formation of the Passionate Senior Citizens' Group

Chapter 131 Countdown to the Formation of the Passionate Senior Citizens' Group

The Great Lakes, the sword of slaughter, the darkness of prophecy—who knows how many Voldemorts lurk in the shadows?

If even sighing is taxed, Dumbledore, once a strong contender for the richest wizard this year, is now bankrupt.

"Let's see how Harry and Voldemort react first. And perhaps someone knows how many Horcruxes Voldemort actually created."

Dumbledore suddenly thought of someone, someone who had taken good care of Tom Riddle during their time at school.

This person was also highly skilled in potions and dark magic, and could very well have been the person Voldemort consulted after learning about the Horcruxes.

It seems necessary to visit some former colleagues. Indulging in pleasure is not good; we need to leverage our senior citizen strength to promote the silver economy and contribute to the magical world.

According to Ryan, Hogwarts seems to need to assemble a global senior citizen team.

What was Ryan's suggestion again? I think he suggested the name of this group be "Hogwarts Hot-Blooded Old School"?

Dumbledore's lips curled up in a smile.

"What ideas are you thinking of?" Gale recognized Dumbledore's expression all too well. Back in the valley that year, when they came up with some interesting ideas, Dumbledore would make that face.

"I'm planning to find some more friends." Dumbledore didn't elaborate on who he was going to find, and Gale didn't ask any further questions, since back then, Dumbledore's friends might not have been his friends.

He felt that phrases like "Do you think Dumbledore would mourn for you?" were no longer practical and that a completely new way of interacting with people was needed.

He's already a loser, so how could he not accept his own change?

Of course, it is unknown whether Mr. Newt Scamander, who now resides in North America, has a different opinion.

"Perhaps we can be a little more radical." Nicolas Flamel interrupted their flirtatious banter, taking the seal into his hands and examining it closely.

Then he made a suggestion: "Since they are the souls of the same person, it means they share a common origin—" If Harry Potter could control, to some extent, the fragment of Voldemort's soul within his mind, wouldn't that mean he could wield Voldemort's power?

"That way we won't need to think about what spell to use to put Voldemort in chains, nor will we need to think about how to create a control charm that can be applied to wizards of this level—" What do you think?

What!

Should Nicolas Flamel listen to what he's saying?

Let Harry Potter control Voldemort!

Isn't this over 600-year-old gentleman a bit too radical?

But it does sound somewhat reasonable.

Is it my problem? Is my thinking not broad enough?

Dumbledore was stunned. He wondered if their generation of wizards was too backward.

Whether it's the living fossils that have come from the depths of history to the present, or the students he personally taught, each and every one of them is full of creative spirit. It's just that their generation doesn't have this kind of outrageous imagination.

Gail fell silent; he truly hadn't expected this kind of tactic. Back in his younger, more impetuous days, he'd hoped to find an Obscurial.

But back then, he stood at the pinnacle of wizarding power at such a young age, truly arrogant and conceited. If he had possessed the composure he has now and the boundless imagination of Nicolas Flamel, he would have already used a bunch of orphans to manipulate that adult Obscurus—

"Would Harry be...?" Flitwick jumped onto the table, adopting Quirrell's manner of speaking.

He was originally asking if Harry would agree to this, and if Harry did agree, what impact would it have on Harry?

However, as the only person in the room who couldn't defeat Voldemort, he was still wary of him. Of course, this wasn't fear; he was simply uneasy about Harry facing such power.

"Make bold assumptions, but verify them carefully. Otherwise, magic will only be confined to conventions formed over thousands of years." Ryan pushed the door open and came in. "You can put the discussion about Harry aside for now. He's in the back, and he'll be here soon if you keep talking."

"You don't approve of him knowing?"

"There's no doubt about it, Headmaster, Harry is a Gryffindor through and through," Lane said. "His recklessness and courage, however, will inevitably lead to a certain degree of loss of control."

"This quality may lead to good results or it may lead to bad outcomes. Personally, I think we should prioritize stability during initial contact and experimentation."

He then said to Professor Flitwick, "Professor, no matter how young a lion is, it is still a lion. It can never calmly face its own grassland; it will inevitably be accompanied by blood and fire, swords and spears. Only after all the suffering and trials can the young lion wear its own crown."

"There is never a lion without blood, nor a sword without being honed."

"Moreover, what Professor Flamel is talking about is a calamity that Harry must face. Now, it can even be said that half of the wizarding world is here, which is a good opportunity for Harry to turn this calamity into his own strength."

"We can't just leave this fragment of the soul in Harry's mind, can we?"

Flitwick was speechless; he often felt out of place with some "non-human beings" because he wasn't ruthless enough.

In his view, it was precisely because Hogwarts' magical power was now comparable to half of the global wizarding world that Harry Potter was able to undergo some less radical and gentler treatments, allowing him to safely remove the fragments of his soul from his mind and become an ordinary student.

But in this room, the score between the affirmative and negative sides was 4:1, putting him at a disadvantage.

He could only express his dissatisfaction: "I will talk to Severus, Minerva, and Pomona about this, and I won't be the only one who opposes it."

It's alright, it'll be 4-4 anyway, the idea of ​​a draw popped into Dumbledore's mind.

However, if other faculty and staff members find out and participate in the vote, the number of votes will be different. Dumbledore plans to bring in some more senior members to defeat the Hogwarts professors by the score.

As the five were talking, Harry walked in, panting, carrying a small mountain of plates piled high with different kinds of meat, vegetables, and pasta.

Harry wasn't particularly tall to begin with, and after being hidden by the hill, all that could be heard was his breathing and his legs.

The group turned their gazes toward Ryan, as if questioning him: Is this all the concern you have for your junior?

"Don't look at me. It was Harry who wanted to try the Power Charm; he asked for it himself." Ryan shrugged, shifting the blame.

"I wanted to try—the Levitation Charm and the Power Charm—" Harry found a place to put the small hill down.

The aroma of meat sizzling with oil is irresistible, and when combined with fennel and rosemary, it enhances the flavor even more.

The aroma of baked goods and wheat fills the air, and the sweetness of butter and sugar makes the air in the room even sweeter.

Vegetarian dishes such as specially prepared carrots, specially prepared pineapple, and Caesar salad may not have much flavor, but they are still eye-catching.

Add to that the constantly busy first grader, eleven-year-old Harry Potter, and five well-dressed people spanning all ages.

It was a scene of an aristocratic lord having a meal with his family while exploiting child laborers.

It was good enough to be shortlisted for the "Streetlight Photographer Award" annual grand prize, but was then angrily removed from the list of winners by the judges who knew the true story.

After Harry finished setting things up.

Suddenly, a voice, as if a demonic chant, entered his mind.

"Harry, do you crave power?"