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Chapter 116 If the mountain won't come to me, then I'll go to the mountain.
Chapter 116 If the mountain won't come to me, then I'll go to the mountain.
Voldemort didn't die at Hogwarts; he was dragged there merely to fulfill Rita's demands. When she learned of Voldemort's death, she was initially delighted, but upon learning the location, she felt a pang of regret—if only he had died in the Great Hall of Hogwarts, it would have added a layer of mystique and destiny to his demise, a theme wizards always enjoyed.
So Voldemort's body was dragged here—just for a photo.
"I have fulfilled my promise." Dumbledore took a deep breath and turned to look at Rune. There was no joy in his eyes, only a sense of relief. This old man had outlived two Dark Lords, and the boy he was looking at...
He might be the third, or he might be the most terrifying. He possesses lofty ideals like Grindelwald's, and also considerable power.
The Daily Prophet has long been Rune's personal propaganda machine. Every Muggle and wizard killed is given a reason, and the entire wizarding world can glean a glimpse of his power. Until now, his power has been almost precipitously superior:
He single-handedly broke through the British Ministry of Magic and killed Fudge; he single-handedly slaughtered an entire large pure-blood family; he single-handedly slaughtered an entire Muggle squadron.
No one in the entire wizarding world questioned his power, and everyone believed he could redefine the relationship between wizards and Muggles. The Muggles' weapons and their actions truly terrified the wizards. They couldn't understand how those Muggles, who had been attacking each other with "fire pokers" just decades ago, could suddenly pose a threat to wizards.
Rune understood Dumbledore's unspoken question: how to change the relationship between Muggles and wizards. Moreover, Rune was certain that if he offered a solution similar to Grindelwald's, Dumbledore would not hesitate to reconsider their past relationship.
Look at the grayish-white wand with fine spiral patterns on its surface that he is holding tightly in his hand; it must be the Elder Wand, one of the Deathly Hallows.
However, Rune didn't answer directly. Instead, he said, "Humans, or Muggles as you call them, harbor a sense of rejection and fear towards intelligent alien races. The root cause of this mentality is a survival defense mechanism ingrained in our genes. All wars in human history stem from competition for resources. A magical creature that can work 24 hours a day will cause the working class to lose their jobs; an AI lawyer who doesn't need sleep will overturn the judicial system—"
Rune looked directly at Dumbledore: "During the Luddite movement that broke out in Britain during the Industrial Revolution, the workers smashed the spinning machines. In fact, the logic of some wizards who rejected house-elves was exactly the same—they did not hate the machines, but were afraid of being replaced and facing an existential crisis."
"And the most ironic thing is that while they fear loneliness in the universe, they fear even more being reduced to a secondary existence in the face of intelligent beings."
"So, getting Muggles and wizards to coexist peacefully is actually very difficult." He smiled. "The simplest way is actually to eliminate all Muggles—."
People always say that Albus Dumbledore's eyes are like a summer sky, warm enough to melt the gold leaf on a Chocolate Frog card. But when he is truly enraged, those blue eyes become like the sea beneath the Arctic ice—calm on the surface, but churning with undercurrents powerful enough to tear apart a giant ship.
Dumbledore's wand traced a golden path, and everything around seemed to distort, as if an invisible hand had torn reality apart. Thousands of firebirds swooped down from the crack, but the moment they appeared, they were twisted into flowers by Rune's will.
The surrounding armor automatically formed a line to block the corridor, the flames in the fireplace suddenly solidified into blue, and silver memory threads, like flowing water, rushed towards Rune, but he didn't even dodge. Instead, he looked down at the already dead wizard.
"As expected of the so-called strongest white wizard, you are truly powerful. Seeing you, I'm starting to wonder what a spectacle it would be like when this master of black magic gets angry."
The silvery-white net clung tightly to Rune's body, allowing Rune to glimpse the diverse abilities of this strongest white wizard.
He saw many wondrous things; all the terrifying creatures from his deepest memories appeared before him: Sadako with flowing hair, grotesque zombies, Leatherface wielding a chainsaw, and the immortal Jason—a veritable chaotic dance of demons. Rune had never studied memory magic in depth, but this wise white wizard had taught him a lesson. However, Rune felt no fear—for he was too powerful, so powerful that he no longer cared for these childhood nightmares. If they were to actually appear before him, they would only die at his hands.
Then, those terrifying things began to change, and one after another, indescribable creatures appeared, until a huge red figure was about to emerge, its three pairs of eyes flickering in and out of sight, when Rune finally broke free from the silvery-white net. He shouted, "Enough!"
By this time, Dumbledore was panting heavily: "Who is he?"
Rune didn't answer, but instead asked, "What? You're attacking me without even listening to my plan? What happened to our past friendship?"
"Isn't this just Grindelwald's old trick?" Dumbledore narrowed his eyes, staring intently at Rune.
Rune was taken aback, then burst into laughter, leaving Dumbledore somewhat bewildered by his laughter.
Do you know how many Muggles there are right now?
Before Dumbledore could reply, Rune said, "In 1990, the total number of Muggles on Earth reached 5.3 billion. Do you have a sense of that number? And how many wizards are there now?"
"Around 100,000," Dumbledore said softly. It was a very sad thing, sad because if the first two Wizarding Wars had not been handled properly, the entire wizarding civilization might have perished.
"So, if we do nothing, wizards are destined to perish. Even though the wizarding world now has many fertility potions. So my idea is simple: if the mountain won't come to me, I'll go to the mountain." Rune stood there, exuding an imposing aura. "My goal is to turn all Muggles into wizards, to teach everyone magic. I want this world..."
Everyone is like a dragon.
Even though Dumbledore had seen it all, he was unusually bewildered, as if someone had used a time-turner to turn him back into a child. The wizards suspected that Albus Dumbledore's expression had been permanently calmed by a spell; he never lost his composure. But Rune had the privilege of witnessing the old man's shock.
"That's impossible." The words were so soft they were almost inaudible, but as he spoke, the elder wand began to emit golden sparks uncontrollably.
But Rune chuckled. "You think I killed the entire pureblood family just to vent my anger?" He opened his palm, revealing several small, dark red orbs. "You know what I'm going to do, right?"