Simultaneous travel: I have forged an immortal name in the heavens

"I don't know what the principal wants to talk to me about."

Yang An walked into the principal's office and sat down on the chair opposite the desk with ease.

This is not the first or second time he has come here.

The wall behind the desk is covered with portraits of past principals. These portraits move, so it looks extremely weird.

Fortunately, the warm light in the principal's office dispelled the dampness and coldness of the castle by the lake.

"What would you like to drink? Hot tea, coffee, oh yeah, I remembered you were going to bed and shouldn't drink anything too stimulating, so a glass of chocolate milk would be fine."

Dumbledore said with a smile, and before Yang An could speak, he snapped his fingers.

A glass of chocolate milk appeared in front of Yang An.

Yang An's eyes fell on it. Was Dumbledore still implying that he was still a child?
maybe.

"I'm sorry, Principal Dumbledore, I don't like eating sweets before bed because it causes tooth decay." Yang An waved his hand and rejected Dumbledore's kindness.

"Is that so?"

Dumbledore nodded. "This is a good habit. In this case, let me drink this glass of chocolate milk for you."

Dumbledore picked up the chocolate milk and took a sip happily before putting the cup down. Many milk stains could be seen on his gray beard.

"Then let's talk about your salary and job content, Mr. Yang An."

Dumbledore coughed and said more seriously, "Since you have not graduated yet and have not obtained any certification recognized by the Ministry of Magic, I am sorry that I cannot give you too much salary."

"Understandable."

Yang An didn't care about that little bit of money, no matter how many Galleons he could earn in a year.

"Then twenty-five gold galleons a week will do. Is this salary acceptable to you?"

Yang An nodded immediately, "Sure, Professor, you know, I don't really care about these things."

Dumbledore's wise eyes fell on Yang An's face. After a moment, he nodded in realization, "Yes, I almost forgot that you are also a senior consultant of Birmingham Company. It seems that you are not short of money, right? But one thing is another."

"Then the next step is the teacher's job. It's not that difficult, but since school has already started, it may be too late to choose new textbooks at the last minute. So I think you will have to use Lupin's book from last year to teach. What do you think?"

Yang An nodded, "I think Professor Lupin is actually very suitable to be the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. His level is much better than the previous ones."

"I think so too." Dumbledore said for the first time, "Unfortunately, no parents would like to let a werewolf teach here. What do you think?"

"A werewolf?"

Yang An thought for a moment, "Wizards are indeed afraid of werewolves."

"And what do you think?" Dumbledore asked immediately.

Yang An knew that this was Old Deng's real test.

"I feel sorry for Professor Lupin, and the same goes for those wizards who were bitten by werewolves and forced to become werewolves." Yang An said sincerely.

"Just like there is an infectious disease called AIDS in the Muggle society, which can be transmitted through the mother's blood. Many babies are born with these viruses."

"Because of their strong infectiousness, these people are rejected by society and are not accepted by the public, but they are also innocent."

"But there is no way to say that it is wrong for Muggles to be afraid of these patients, unless there is a way to completely cure them or eliminate this disease."

Dumbledore stared at Yang An and asked in a very soft voice, "It does sound very similar. I would like to hear your opinion. What would you choose?"

"Do you mean werewolves or patients?" Yang An asked back.

"I think it's the former." Dumbledore smiled.

"Those who spread the werewolf virus will be killed. As for the other patients, all of them will receive the wolfsbane potion provided by the Ministry of Magic to ensure that they can be suppressed and their identities as victims will be publicized to reduce discrimination and fear among the public. Then we will research more effective wolfsbane potion, and it would be best if they were cured completely."

Yang An said without even thinking about it.

"You mean, let the Ministry of Magic help them and give them wolfsbane potion?" Dumbledore was a little surprised.

"That's right." Yang An nodded.

Dumbledore's expression became more serious, but then he shook his head. "The Ministry does not have that much funding, and other wizards would not agree to do this."

Werewolves have a very low status in the magical world ruled by wizards, especially those werewolves who have been bitten. They are basically at the bottom of society and are not accepted or feared by everyone.

If we want the Ministry of Magic to fund the provision of wolfsbane potion, not to mention the funding issue of the Ministry of Magic, it would be difficult just to consider whether they would accept it or whether they would worry that this is a conspiracy.

After all, the Ministry of Magic’s credibility is actually not very high.

"So, we need a powerful person to bear the pressure and push this matter forward." Yang An said again, looking at Dumbledore seriously.

“I have always believed that power should be used in a centralized manner.”

Dumbledore frowned deeply when he heard this, "Your thoughts are dangerous, Yang."

"That's what the Dark Lord preached. He wants to build a dictatorial world where everyone has their own place and needs to obey unconditionally."

"But I am not like the Dark Lord."

Yang An interrupted Dumbledore.

The two looked at each other.

Yang An smiled and said, "I don't seek immortality."

"." Dumbledore was rarely silent.

"How can a guy who is afraid of death be a true leader?" Yang An shook his head. "There are many things more precious than life. People can die peacefully for their ideals."

"The difference lies in whether this power is used for personal gain or for the benefit of all living beings."

"I think what you said is correct." Dumbledore nodded rarely, acknowledging Yang An's words.

"Besides."

Yang An spoke again, looking Dumbledore in the eye, and said, "If you deny my idea, then what did you do?"

"Let it go? Watching werewolf wizards being discriminated against, and sending away innocent Professor Lupin when faced with questions from parents? Have you ever thought about how to help them?"

"I remember that Professor Lupin thought very highly of you and respected you very much."

"But now, he may be back in some slum, living in poverty."

Yang An said this with a hint of disdain on his face, "At least I still have some ideas, but with all due respect, Headmaster Dumbledore, you only care about one thing, which is whether the Dark Lord will make a comeback."

Yang An couldn't understand Dumbledore.

Despite having such high prestige, he is willing to stay in Hogwarts and imprison himself.

He knew about the many misfortunes, the inaction of the Ministry of Magic, and the unfair treatment of Muggle wizards and half-bloods.

But he never thought of using his fame and strength to change anything.

Instead, he becomes a person who sticks to the rules and tries to influence everything with so-called love.

But was Dumbledore's education successful? No.

The purebloods of Slytherin are still purebloods, and they still discriminate against half-bloods and Muggle wizards. The conflict between Gryffindor and Slytherin has never been resolved, and nothing seems to have changed.

In this regard, Yang An could only say that Dumbledore was still too weak.

Can love make your enemies stop killing you? Can love make your enemies stop plundering your wealth? Can love save your wife and children who have been ravaged?

What a joke.

Dumbledore didn't seem to expect that Yang An would use his full power right at his face, and was speechless for a moment.

But fortunately, Deng has a characteristic, that is, unless his bottom line is touched, he will never get angry easily, and he can even let others criticize him.

Dumbledore was silent for a long time.

There was a hint of sadness in his eyes as he looked at Yang An with a hint of nostalgia, as if he was thinking of someone who had once been so generous in front of him.

"I admit that I am indeed a little weak, Mr. Yang An."

Dumbledore finally spoke bitterly, "I am worried about taking a path of no return. I am worried about being blinded by power and desire, so I choose a more moderate approach."

"A way to ease the situation?"

Yang An shook his head. "Excuse me, you are not even a good leader. You are ashamed of your supporters and followers."

Naron's parents were tortured to insanity and were once members of the Order of the Phoenix.

Shouldn't Dumbledore give some help? At least make Naron's life better and pay more attention to him?

Including the Weasley family, since the crisis broke out in the summer vacation until now, Dumbledore has not offered to help the Weasley family through the difficulties.

Sometimes Yang An even suspected that Dumbledore's brain was damaged by eating too much candy.

Dumbledore took a deep breath and forced a smile, "I think we seem to have strayed a little too far."

"Mr. Yang An, you are still too young. Many things are not as simple as you think. Even I, the greatest white wizard, am sometimes powerless. There are too many eyes on me. My help may harm them instead."

Yang An understood what Dumbledore meant.

Although he is the strongest, he is not invincible and does not have unparalleled strength. In other words, it is a question whether Dumbledore can still fight now.

Fudge was deeply afraid of Dumbledore, so Dumbledore had no choice but to show weakness to avoid irritating Fudge.

Wizards from other countries are actually also very worried about Dumbledore.

Once Dumbledore gains power or helps his followers, he will inevitably be vigilant.

Therefore, Dumbledore could only seem to ignore his followers and stay in Hogwarts to show that he would not become the "White King".

But even though he knew it, Yang An would not do it.

If you don't do it because others are afraid, then what's the point.

The truth is always in the hands of a few people. Arguing with fools will only drag you into the quagmire.

"I think we should stop here for today's conversation." Dumbledore spoke again.

He showed a rare look of fatigue on his face. "I just hope that Mr. Yang An, you can be more gentle and not look at things too extreme."

"I will follow your instructions, Principal." Yang An nodded, stood up and left.

Wait until Yang An stepped out of the office door.

The door closed automatically, leaving Dumbledore closing his eyes, taking off his silver-rimmed glasses, and sighing deeply.

The portraits that had been silently observing the argument between Yang An and Dumbledore now spoke up.

"Dumbledore, you are too weak."

"A mere student has the guts to accuse you directly? God, this would never have happened when I was the principal."

"You heard it too. This kid has directly demonstrated his power. If you just sit back and do nothing, he might become the third Dark Lord in the future!"

"Dumbledore, why did you grant him a teacher's seat? He is clearly not qualified."

Seeing the portraits of former headmasters around him looking indignant, Dumbledore sighed.

"enough."

As Dumbledore spoke, the other portraits quieted down, but some were indignant.

Dumbledore drummed his fingers on the desk.

After thinking for a moment, he stood up, walked to the Pensieve, stretched out his wand and slowly drew his memories from his forehead, and the silver-white thoughts fell into the basin.

Dumbledore also put his head into the basin.

After a feeling like the flow of water waves, Dumbledore stood next to a classroom.

"Professor Sybill Trelawney, are you alright?"

Professor Flitwick looked at Professor Trelawney, who was slumped on the ground, with some concern.

Dumbledore soon arrived.

"What happened?"

"I don't know. Professor Trelawney is running around the school, screaming, and no one can stop her."

Hearing this, Dumbledore's eyes narrowed, "What did she say?"

Professor Flitwick, who was short and looked like a dwarf, shook his head. "I don't know. I could only hear her screaming."

Hearing this, Dumbledore immediately walked quickly to Professor Trelawney who was slumped at the door of the classroom, "Sybil, are you okay?"

There was no response from the other party.

Just as Dumbledore frowned and was about to send the other party to the school infirmary.

"what!!!!"

Professor Trelawney, who was still unconscious, suddenly raised her head and let out a horrified scream.

This startled Professor Flitwick and slightly startled Dumbledore.

Professor Trelawney opened and closed her mouth and spoke quickly.

It's a pity that in this memory, this passage seems to have been intentionally erased. All that can be seen is Professor Trelawney's mouth moving, and Dumbledore's expression gradually becoming serious and shocked.

Until the end.

As Professor Trelawney finished her last words, she fell to the ground and the voice appeared.

"Is she telling the truth, Dumbledore?"

Professor Flitwick was unusually flustered. He turned his head and looked up at Dumbledore, who was like a giant in deep thought.

"If it's true, then it proves it"

Before Professor Flitwick could finish, Dumbledore spoke up to stop him, "Stop talking for now. We can talk about this later. We need to send Sybil to the infirmary first."

"Help me Flitwick."

"All right."

Dumbledore and Flitwick used their wands to lift the unconscious Professor Trelawney.

The memory ends at this moment
Dumbledore came out of the Pensieve, his face became very solemn, and the lights in the entire office seemed to dim.

Some darkness quietly spread from the shadows to the outside world.

"The end of the world. The end of wizards."

Dumbledore paid no attention to the shadows. He staggered over the table and sat down on a chair, muttering to himself.

"Is it true?"

(End of this chapter)