chsdbacks Chapter 33 The White Demon King Casts a Spell to Reverse the Universe
Chapter 33 The White Demon King Casts a Spell to Reverse the Universe
Meanwhile, Harry had captured Voldemort in the Forbidden Forest, but the scoundrel managed to escape through the fog.
Harry is a filial and fraternal man, and now he has watched helplessly as the enemy who wiped out his family escaped. The burning anger in his heart is something that neither wind nor water can extinguish.
Even the heavens seemed to be against it; suddenly a cold wind swept across the land, and dark clouds pressed down overhead. A thunderclap boomed in mid-air, and then large raindrops began to pelt down.
Harry ignored the rain, went to Hagrid's hut to get two bottles of whiskey, and drank them all the way to the headmaster's office.
It is:
The Black Robe Strongman is hidden in the school; Dumbledore says, "Don't rush."
Today I see a patricide and matricide, and on a rainy night I bring a knife to question the principal.
They had only walked half a mile when the strong liquor was completely gone. The effects of the alcohol kicked in, and no matter how much the rain poured down on them, they were soaked to the bone like drowned rats. Instead, their skin felt burning hot, and a burning rage surged in their hearts. It was as if their internal organs were boiling and smoke was billowing from their seven orifices.
Harry took off his robe, wrapped the sleeves around his waist, and strode into the castle, fanning himself with his arms.
But behold: head heavy, feet light, eyes red, face flushed; swaying forward and backward, staggering this way and that. Staggering into school like a crane in the wind; wobbling and staggering as he searches for the principal, like a snake emerging from water. Wands pointed to the sky, cursing Voldemort; scalpels touched the ground, ready to chop off heads. A drunken wizard, robes disheveled; a scarred man, setting fires and killing.
It was past midnight, and even the night watchman, Filch, had gone to bed with his cat, leaving only the sleepless stone beasts to listen to the rain and enjoy the night.
The two stone beasts with dripping spouts in front of the principal's office suddenly heard a clanging sound. Looking towards the sound, they saw Harry, soaking wet, approaching with a knife.
The two stone beasts exchanged a surprised glance: Why would a young wizard be out during curfew? And he even seemed to have been drinking?
As Harry approached, the stone beast on the left said, "Young wizard, you have violated the curfew and drinking rules. I need to report this to Professor Dumbledore."
The person on the right echoed, "Please stay here and don't move. You don't want to lose more points, do you?"
Harry, already quite drunk, opened his eyes wide and cursed as the two men spoke of Dumbledore: "You son of a bitch! What kind of professor is he! You two go and bring that old man to me!"
These two stone beasts have guarded the office for over a hundred years. If any wizard comes or goes without a password, they will all respectfully ask the two of them to announce their arrival.
Now, being scolded by this young brat, I can't bear it.
"Hey! Show some respect, little wizard. I'm probably older than your entire family combined!"
These words struck a nerve with Harry, like a spark igniting a powder keg, creating a huge uproar. He roared, "You two bastards dare to provoke me? Want to eat my dagger?!"
He drew his sword and slashed, cutting off a corner of the stone platform.
The two stone beasts were terrified upon seeing this and ran towards the office, shouting, "Professor Dumbledore! A scarred, blue-eyed little monk has come to the door!"
Before long, Dumbledore, wearing a Starry Night robe, came out to see him.
"Harry, it's 1:30 in the morning." Dumbledore thought Harry was about to get a headache from being drunk. "Besides, you should be in your bed in the common room."
Harry sneered, "If I didn't hide by day and hunt by night, how would I know the thief who stole the Philosopher's Stone was Voldemort!"
Dumbledore remained unmoved. "Why would you think that?"
Seeing his denial, Harry grew even angrier. "Bah! I saw it all clearly in the Forbidden Forest. That scoundrel went to drink unicorn blood. If it wasn't that half-dead beast, who else could it be!"
"Furthermore, the green light spell that scoundrel used on me was exactly the same as the green light in my dream!"
Dumbledore's expression changed. "Please come in, Harry. It seems we need to talk again."
Harry had a lot to say, but he didn't hesitate to go in with him.
After they were seated, Dumbledore cast a drying spell to dry the rain off Harry and said seriously, "Harry, I need you to describe in detail the spell that flashes green light—"
"If you want to ask me something, you'll have to answer mine first!"
Again.
This is the third time.
Dumbledore rubbed his temples, feeling a headache that threatened to become a chronic condition. "Harry, I didn't mean to hide it from you. It's just that your personality is too impatient; knowing too early would only do you no good."
Harry just scoffed. "Since you knew all along that the guy at the potential school was Voldemort, why didn't you arrest and interrogate all those embarrassing people?"
"Oh, Harry, I thought we'd already discussed this. We can't wrongly accuse a good wizard until Professor Quirrell actually reveals his true colors."
Harry angrily retorted, "Then you'll put thousands of students on the chopping block, at Voldemort's mercy!"
"I've heard people in the martial world call you the White Demon King, that you defeated Grindelwald and Voldemort. What kind of hero are you? You're a ruthless killer!"
"You, a despicable scoundrel who knows only petty manners but lacks greater principles, who is bound by trivialities but lacks moral virtue, do you even deserve to swear an oath with me! Do you even deserve to be the head of this school!"
Harry unleashed a torrent of furious abuse, like a steel knife scraping bone or strong liquor drenching a wound. Accompanied by the thunder rumbling outside the window, even the headmasters in the portrait who were listening in wished they could find a crack for Dumbledore to crawl into.
These portraits were enough to make people feel ashamed, but Dumbledore remained expressionless, with a hint of joy and relaxation in his eyes.
He quipped, "Our little savior seems a little skeptical that I can protect this school."
Dumbledore took his wand, opened the window, and chanted a spell. A beam of light shot into the sky and struck the dark clouds.
In an instant, the vast expanse of dark clouds, like a snow leopard pouncing on a flame, vanished without a trace. A thousand rain arrows, like boiling water poured over remaining snow, disappeared instantly. It was as if a magic wand had parted chaos with a wave of its hand, and the universe had been turned upside down in the blink of an eye.
"Harry, I will not allow any student to be persecuted by Voldemort."
"At the same time, I also want to apologize to you. What happened to you in the Forbidden Forest tonight was my oversight, and I hope you can forgive me."
Harry was startled to see Dumbledore disperse the rain with a spell.
What a formidable White Demon King! He truly wields powerful methods!
Dumbledore's answer was flawless, and Harry couldn't find any fault with it. He could only bow and say, "Professor, since you've used such a good spell, why don't you come with me to find that scoundrel Voldemort?"
"Tonight I severed this fellow's leg, and it probably hasn't been reattached yet."
"But he's hiding, and I'm not good at finding clues." Dumbledore put away his wand, sat down, and said, "He'll only show himself when he can't wait any longer and wants to steal the Philosopher's Stone."
Harry gritted his teeth in hatred and said, "If he shows himself, I'll grind him to dust!"
Dumbledore shook his head and said, "Harry, how can I let you go on such a risk?"
As fate would have it, Scarface angrily flapped his demon-slaying wings, while the White Demon King lightly pressed his dragon-subduing hand. Their words, though seemingly sincere, conveyed genuine advice; their expressions betrayed their underlying worry. To find out what happens next, please read the next chapter.