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Chapter 117 This may be the real way Slytherin eliminates Muggle wizards

Chapter 117 This may be the real way Slytherin eliminates Muggle wizards

Dumbledore paused for a moment, lost in thought. Yes, he certainly knew what Rune wanted to do. Legend has it that...

His family gained the phoenix's friendship and, with its consent, collected its blood and, through some unknown means, incorporated it into their own bloodline. From then on, all members of the Dumbledore family could summon the phoenix.

Clearly, Rune obtained this method through some unknown means and intended to integrate the bloodlines of pure-blood families into the bodies of Muggles. Moreover, Dumbledore had recently heard Misha complain that Rune was acquiring the blood of magical creatures worldwide, which likely indicated that he was preparing for this as well.

So, is this move good or bad?

There are definitely advantages. Wizards will no longer need to hide themselves and can walk openly on Muggle streets. Moreover, these Muggle-turned-wizards will undoubtedly cooperate with magical institutions around the world, elevating the status of Hogwarts and other magical schools. But what about the disadvantages? Dumbledore didn't even need to think about it—with the wizarding population expanding, people like Voldemort will multiply, as will the number of criminals. If Muggle governments don't receive advance warning, Muggle society will inevitably descend into prolonged chaos. But even if they do receive advance warning, the magical world won't be able to provide them with sufficient assistance.

To put it another way, the British Ministry of Magic, including its non-combat personnel, only has about 200 people, while the Muggle population in Britain is over 5,700. How can they help?

After a long while, he slowly removed his glasses and pressed his trembling fingers against the bridge of his nose. "Please forgive me," his voice trembled, just like Dumbledore's fluctuating emotions, "I need——some time to think—"

"Don't think about it anymore, this is the best solution for now," Rune said. He probably knew what Dumbledore was worried about. But Dumbledore still left alone without immediately replying to Rune.

That evening, he gathered all the professors and told them about it.

"That's great!" Hagrid said happily, rubbing the back of his head.

“If Rune can truly turn all Muggles into wizards, then I agree,” Flitwick nodded. “But until now, we still don’t understand the fundamental principles of magical awakening, nor do we know what the consequences of Rune’s actions will be for individuals, unless he performs a human experiment—oh.”

Professor Flitwick's eyes widened, clearly realizing something. He looked at Dumbledore: "Please, please don't tell me that Rune—"

"I think so, he must have already used this method." Dumbledore nodded. "I highly suspect this spell is one of Salazar Slytherin's legacies."

All the professors present nodded in agreement. They also thought the hypothesis was reasonable, because this kind of magic fit the original purpose of the Chamber of Secrets in legend: to eliminate wizards of all Muggle blood.

A Muggle wizard who has merged with pureblood can certainly be considered half pureblood, and wizards with Muggle blood can naturally be considered to have had their bloodline eliminated.

"Then I think this might be feasible."

Flitwick nodded. "But we still need to be mindful of the impact this will have on Muggle society. That's something the headmaster needs to consider."

Snape nodded: "Indeed, but it wouldn't really matter if we objected."

His words silenced everyone present. Snape glared at Dumbledore, then continued, "While this sounds like yet another foolish plan by a Dark Lord prospect, it has a degree of feasibility. And we failed to stop him when we could, and now he's unstoppable. All we can do now is minimize the chaos and damage."

Professor McGonagall was somewhat angry: "I strongly condemn this practice! The core of Transfiguration is understanding and respect, not forcibly distorting life forms. Haven't we learned enough from the lesson of the five-legged beast?"

"Yeah, yeah—" Snape said sarcastically, "Did the wizards who were captured and tortured by Muggles get any understanding or respect?"

Trelawney, after a moment of silence, shouted from the corner: "The Heavenly Eye indicates great fortune! Although there will be bloodshed, the outcome will be good. Look at these tea leaves—!"

She took out the teacup and shook it at everyone, trying to show them the shape of the tea leaves inside. At first glance, it did indeed look like a "YES" shape. But her explanation wasn't very convincing—McG and Trelawney had disliked each other for a long time, and perhaps she had drawn the tea leaves by hand.

But it was Trelawney's words that made Dumbledore make up his mind. In fact, he was originally unwilling to support Rune's approach. He always believed that magical talent should awaken naturally, and that forced conversion violated free will and the nature of magic. He even wanted to join forces with the International Confederation of Wizards to block such magic.

But he asked himself, Dumbledore, do you have a better way?

The answer is — no.

Dumbledore was well aware of this; it was the only proven and feasible solution available at the moment.

Moreover, he knew Trelawney; the professor seemed eccentric, and 99% of her predictions in class were nonsense.

But in some places, it was remarkably accurate. Her abilities were like a faulty antenna—most of the time filled with static, but at the turning points of her destiny, she would suddenly receive a clear divine revelation.

Her potential value as a vehicle for prophecy far exceeds her contributions to teaching. Therefore, at this moment, he chose to heed Trelawney's advice.

So he watched quietly as the professors debated a question he already knew the answer to.

In the end, he watched the professors leave without saying another word, and Snape gave him one last deep look.

He certainly understood Snape's veiled sarcasm, but he didn't care at the moment. Instead, he took out a lemon-flavored Sherbet from his robes. He peeled the wrapper slowly—not because he was old, but because he wanted to deliberately let the gold wrapper linger on his fingertips for a few more seconds; a little waiting would make the reward more satisfying.

"Want one?" He was talking to someone, and the murals in the office seemed to burst into laughter, with people occasionally saying:

"childish!"

Ignoring the sarcasm of the murals, Dumbledore popped the sherry into his mouth, his eyes curving into two blue crescents behind his half-moon lenses.

"A masterpiece by Honeydukes," he mumbled, his mouth full of sugar.

He'll be very busy starting tomorrow, so he should take a good rest today.

He squinted, leaned back in the chair, and fell into a deep sleep. This was the first time in over a month that he had fallen asleep so easily.