Chapter 98: 98. "Tycho Dodonus' Prediction"
Defense Against the Dark Arts Classroom
Today's class is a practical session, which happens to be the most popular class among young wizards. These energetic students can never contain their restless hearts, engaging in duels and confronting one another, using their magic wands to perform spells that are mysterious and wondrous. These activities are far more interesting than the tedious theories we usually study. Even Dumbledore, who possessed a brilliant way with words and had the ability to make theory classes captivating, was unable to change the nature of children.
What we have here is a mock duel. A chubby student is facing off against Dumbledore, while the rest of the students gather around in a circle. Of all the students, Dumbledore appears much more at ease compared to the nervous and eager ones. He begins the duel by asking the boy, "What were the three biggest mistakes you made last time?"
The boy ponders for a moment before responding, "Um...I got an unexpected shock."
"Anything else?" Dumbledore probes further.
"Hiss...I didn't dodge before breaking the spell!" the boy replies.
"Very good, one more!" Dumbledore prompts.
The boy struggles to recall, unable to remember the final mistake. Other students snicker, teasing him, "Haha, he can't remember!"
Just as the boy begins to question whether he missed something, Dumbledore's wand suddenly glows and emits a fluorescent light. A gentle yet irresistible force takes hold of the boy, causing him to fly backward and land on the sofa behind him.
The boy looks helplessly at his mischievous professor, still unable to comprehend what just happened. He was being deceived!
Dumbledore can't help but laugh, saying, "The most important mistake is that you didn't fully grasp the first two!"
Amidst the laughter, a disruption occurs as someone interrupts the class. A young and beautiful teacher is rudely interrupted by Travers, who seems to be an intruding Auror. Travers declares, "I am the Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. I have the right to go wherever I please."
Though this response appears directed towards the lady, Travers' eyes are fixed on Dumbledore.
In the presence of the students, Travers can't refuse their authority and bluntly commands, "Get out!"
The students frown and stare at him, but they refuse to move. Within this brief encounter, they have developed a dislike for this intruder.
Children are typically obedient. However, Travers' authority means nothing at a school. Aside from professors and principals, what they fear most is parents being involved in their matters.
As for the Director of the Legal Enforcement Department...who is this person? He is not recognized!
Feeling embarrassed, Travers realizes none of the students are budging, especially as they instinctively look toward Dumbledore.
"Alright, kids, please follow Professor Merrythought outside," Dumbledore directs, his words carrying more weight and influence. The children followed the female professor and filed out. The boy, who was Dumbledore's fan, angrily warned Travers, "He is our best teacher."
"Thanks, Mike Ragan."
Before Professor Merrythought left, she couldn't help but glance at Dumbledore worriedly.
Now, Dumbledore and a group of Aurors were the only ones left in the classroom. Dumbledore watched several Aurors disperse in the classroom, seemingly forming a double team. This made him understand that the intruder was not malicious.
These Aurors seemed to want to fight him. However, Dumbledore didn't take it to heart. In other words, Dumbledore had cultivated his character for many years and had a good temper - at least on the surface.
If it had been Aurelius or Grindelwald, he would have laughed at them. People, I don't know why, but they have a kind of self-confidence. People with higher status are often more likely to be self-confident.
What on earth allowed them to produce a wizard who could compete with the likes of Dumbledore through heaps of numbers?
If these Aurors were just like Dumbledore, the Swiss encirclement and suppression operation more than a year ago would not have failed, and Grindelwald would not be able to cause such a big disturbance.
The Ministry of Magic throughout Europe is helpless against Grindelwald. Why would Travers think that Dumbledore, the only one who can compete with Grindelwald, would be easy to deal with?
It is a very simple truth, but politicians like Travers always turn a blind eye.
"Newt Scamander is in Paris." Travers looked like he was in control as if he knew everything.
Dumbledore, an old Riddler who knew the secrets, said lightly, "Really?"
"Stop pretending. I know clearly that you ordered him to go." Travers pressed forward step by step.
Dumbledore leaned on the teaching desk and said with a smile, "Well, if you are lucky enough to teach him, you will know that Newt is not a person who is good at following orders."
Travers smiled coldly and threw a small notebook to Dumbledore, who caught it with one hand.
"Have you read 'The Predictions of Tycho Dodonus?" Travers stopped pestering Newt and talked about the book.
"Well, many years ago." Dumbledore turned the pages of the book casually, closed it, and put it aside without caring.
Travers sings the prophecy:
"A son cruelly banished
Despair of the daughter
Return, great avenger
With wings from the water."
"Yes, I know." Dumbledore seemed to feel uncomfortable standing. He leans on the lectern and puts his hands in his pockets, very leisurely.
"Very well, then tell me, what does this prediction say?" Travers asked.
"How do I know?" Dumbledore didn't answer, let alone whether this poem was a valid prophecy by the prophet Dodonas. Even if it was, there are various interpretations of the prophecy. You can only guess based on these few vague sentences. Things are undoubtedly unclear.
Stepping back, even if Dumbledore interpreted it correctly, why would he tell Travers?
"Grindelwald, a murderer, a criminal, escaped from England," Travers said to himself. "If he is an exiled man, then who is the daughter?"
Dumbledore's expression changed, and he looked at Travers gloomily, having a premonition of the name Travers was about to say.
"Who died in pain and despair? And what was the starting point of Grindelwald's evil..."
"That's enough, Travers!" Dumbledore couldn't contain his anger.
Ariana is Dumbledore's Achilles' heel, a taboo he doesn't want to talk about.
"Huh," Travers also knew when to give up. He didn't dare to overly provoke Dumbledore. "Grindelwald appeared in New York, Newt went to New York, Grindelwald was in Paris, Newt went to Paris... Tell me, Dumbledore, how could it be such a coincidence?"
"What do you want to say?"
"Don't you know? Aren't you in charge of all this?"
"Not my business."
"You have established a very small international contact network, so there's no need to worry about it..."
"No matter how long you spy on me and my friends, you will never find the slightest violation of your intentions, Travers," Dumbledore laughed, feeling helpless.
Since he has put himself in a cage, he must learn to solve problems using means other than force.
This step seems redundant.
But it is his choice, and he knows that he must do this, or else it will only lead to more terrible consequences.
"Our goal is the same: to defeat Grindelwald."
Dumbledore was serious in his words. They were on the same side, at least when it came to Grindelwald.
However, they are always striving for dominance, doubting each other, monitoring each other, and causing internal friction.
This will do nothing to crush Grindelwald's conspiracy!
Seeing Travers' disapproving expression, Dumbledore felt helpless.
"However, I warn you that your political suppression and violence will only push his supporters into his arms."
Travers suddenly turned cold. Dumbledore's warning sounded to him like malicious ridicule and sarcasm. At best, he was calling his teammate a pig, and at worst, it was an accusation against him. For a politician, this accusation is even more difficult to accept.
"I'm not interested in your warnings!"
Dumbledore felt helpless about this, his pig-like teammate.
"I didn't want to mention it at first because I don't like you," Travers' voice suddenly became low, and he raised his eyes to look at Dumbledore, "But among wizards, you are the only one who can rival him."
Travers seemed to want to show off. He stepped closer and observed Dumbledore's every move. "I want you to fight him!"
Dumbledore was speechless. He raised his eyebrows, and the deep wrinkles on his forehead were the result of their complicated past.
"I cannot."
He refused, but this seemed to be what Travers expected. "Because of this?"
An illusionary image appeared in mid-air. It was a pair of young people. Dumbledore's eyes were filled with memories. It was "them in the summer of 1899."
He and Grindelwald.
Everyone present saw this illusion, and the Aurors' disbelieving eyes shifted between the illusion and Dumbledore.
Theseus stood up straight, visibly shocked, and looked at Dumbledore.
"You and Grindelwald," Travers said confidently, "were once as close as brothers!"
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