Douluo Continent Chat Group: Building My Academy

[Flander: Zeffa, how are you feeling now? Have you recovered?]

After a period of communication, the relationship between the four people in the chat group has become much closer, and at least the polite form of address like "sir" can be retired.

[Zeff: Excellent, or rather, couldn't be better. Right now, I feel like even Garp and Sengoku combined wouldn't be a match for me.]

Dumbledore: Oh? So this is yet another great gift.

As his magical powers have increased, Dumbledore's lifespan has also increased significantly. Under normal circumstances, living for over a thousand years is a piece of cake.

Wizards, especially powerful wizards, naturally have lifespans far exceeding those of ordinary people. For example, Dumbledore, barring an unexpected death, could easily have lived past one or two hundred years old, even without the boost from the chat group.

Dumbledore's long lifespan and broad perspective greatly diversified his thinking.

For example, after reading about the world of One Piece, Dumbledore was thinking about whether he should train his physical body. Physical skills seemed like a good idea, and Hogwarts could also add physical education classes. A wizard having a strong body is definitely not a bad thing.

[Oki Yukinari: That's wonderful. Everyone is achieving a better future through this.]

Professor Oak chuckled. His own body had also been greatly enhanced. Needless to say, his lifespan had increased, but what pleased him even more was that he could also adjust and improve the lifespan and health of his companions through his abilities.

This is the most important thing: a person's longevity can be very painful.

Upon hearing this, all four of them sighed with emotion. Apart from the help from the future plot, this improvement in aptitude was a true treasure for those of them who had already achieved something.

[Flander: Speaking of which, isn't there still one member in the group who hasn't responded to us?]

[Dumbledore: It's that gentleman with the saying "the eldest disciple is wicked, the second disciple is dutiful," who hasn't uttered a single word so far.]

[Ooki Yukinari: If he was resting last night, he should know we're here by now, right? Why isn't he saying anything?]

[Zeff: I did go to bed early yesterday because of my sleep schedule, and I only just noticed this panel. Maybe that person, like me before, hasn't noticed it yet?]

[Flander: That can't be right. Unless there's some unexpected situation, he shouldn't be unaware of the current situation.]

Flanders pondered that the notification sound when there were messages in the chat group was quite obvious. Although it was indeed difficult to notice when something happened, it was very noticeable when there was nothing happening.

Nighttime is supposed to be a time for rest, but what about now?

Flander thought for a moment, considering the current state of the chat group—all members were more or less related to teachers, the last member was not responding, and the name of that member—he began to speculate about who that person might be.

Suddenly, a very classic predecessor appeared in Flander's mind.

"If it were him back then, he certainly wouldn't be able to communicate with us," Flander said thoughtfully.

Yao Chen, also known as Yao Lao, is the old man with the ring in the novel "Battle Through the Heavens." He has two disciples: the elder disciple betrayed him, while the younger disciple is very filial. If he is currently in a state of soul dormancy, he indeed cannot communicate with them.

Flanders and the others have tried tagging him many times, but there has been no response at all.

Even if a person is paralyzed or has lost their five senses, they can still sense the @ mentions in a chat group. Only if there is something wrong with their soul will they not be able to sense it.

However, Flander was not sure; in his previous life, he was not considered "well-read," and only knew the stories and characters he already knew.

If that person wasn't Yao Chen, but someone Flander didn't know but whose situation was similar, then that would be understandable.

However, it's still worth a try.

[Ding! The "Battle Through the Heavens" series has been released, aligning with the member's worldview of "eldest disciple is wicked, second disciple is filial." The chat group has been automatically updated and transformed into a true destiny trajectory, viewable only by this member.]

[Flander: Oh, you guessed right. It seems the last member is someone I know.]

[Dumbledore: I see. So you're recruiting people based on the world you know, Flander?]

[Oki Yukinari: In that case, it explains why you know our story, and why you were the one who started the chat group.]

[Zeff: Is that so? Will this chat group later feature stories that we know, but Flander doesn't?]

[Flander: I don't know, I just joined this chat group myself.]

The four of them were very interested and started discussing the rules for adding people to the chat group, but they couldn't come to a conclusion.

At this point, everything is just speculation. To know the pattern of recruiting new members, we can only wait until the next new member joins.

Ultimately, because the story of Battle Through the Heavens was not clicked and therefore could not be made public, Flander could only rely on his memory to barely retell it.

The other three also learned what kind of world the final member lived in, what abilities he possessed, and what kind of person he was.

The results are satisfactory. Although the five people in the chat group are not completely compatible in personality, they can all be considered positive figures and share a common language—teaching children/students.

Under such circumstances, the chat group can function well and at least won't become a cold or dead group in a short period of time.

However, the future depends on the character and conduct of the new members. If someone like Blackbeard or Voldemort joins the group, it will be very difficult for the group to remain harmonious.

"I hope that future group members will be harmonious and friendly people who can become friends. At the very least, I hope there won't be any anti-human, anti-world terrorists or anything like that. Even those with a morally ambiguous, dual nature are fine."

This is the most sincere hope in the hearts of everyone in the chat group.

After chatting for a while, the group dispersed, each with their own things to do.

Flander was still on his way, as was Zeff, and Professor Oak was still summoning old friends and gathering connections. Only Dumbledore could act directly at the moment.

The safety risks at Hogwarts haven't been completely eliminated yet!

……

Late at night, at Hogwarts.

"Hey, Albus, are you sure you're not mistaken? There really is a thousand-year-old serpent monster in the school? And that legendary secret room really exists?"

In the principal's office, Celtic Burn, the still-active professor of magical creature conservation, stared intently at Dumbledore as if he were looking at an unopened treasure chest in a maze.

Dumbledore looked helpless. For his own safety and because he didn't want to be "high and mighty" anymore, he shared all the information he could.

Including the four heads of Hogwarts and this old professor of magical creature conservation, he certainly knows more about basilisks than anyone else.

"Of course, Sylvanas, that's a relic of Slytherin. I only recently learned about it by uncovering some secrets."

Dumbledore smiled and offered some excuses for his recent actions.

"Really?" Professor McGonagall cast a skeptical glance at him. You, the 'principal,' are you really not just trying to slack off?

"Of course, Minerva," Dumbledore said, raising his hands in a gesture of surrender.

Professor McGonagall looked at Dumbledore without saying a word; she knew what kind of person this old man, who was both her mentor and friend, was.

He is indeed worthy of respect, but he is also unreliable.

This is the second night since Dumbledore joined the chat group.

On the first night, Dumbledore had already obtained Ravenclaw's tiara in the Room of Requirement and studied the Horcrux for a long time.

While Tom needs to be eliminated, the diadem is innocent. If Tom can be eliminated without harming the diadem, Dumbledore would certainly be willing, after all, it is Ravenclaw's relic (although it was stolen by her daughter...).

After a night of research, relying on his existing magical knowledge and the magical knowledge in the gift pack, Dumbledore had a rough idea, but he had not yet taken action.

To be on the safe side, Dumbledore planned to collect all the Horcruxes and then destroy them all at once, killing Tom in the fastest and safest way.

Dumbledore already has a way to deal with the rest of the Horcruxes.

The locket was found first by a brave child and has been destroyed ever since. Unfortunately, the little elf was powerless to stop it, but Dumbledore already knew the location: the Black family's old house.

The Golden Cup was in Gringotts, and Dumbledore had no direct way to get it, so he decided to sneak in and take it by illegal means (which was not difficult for him).

The diary is at the Malfoys' house. Dumbledore plans to visit the elder Malfoy in person. For the safety of the family and the school, he will agree (the younger Malfoy will also be attending Hogwarts next term, and Dumbledore will not allow such a dangerous item to be sent to the school without permission).

The ring is in the Gaunt family's old house, and Dumbledore is prepared to go there personally. The allure of the Resurrection Stone still exists, but Dumbledore has been able to remain calm because he has seen that there are many other ways in other worlds. He is anxious, but not in a hurry.

Nagini hadn't been born yet, and as for the future Harry... Dumbledore now had a way out. Knowing for sure that Voldemort existed, he would never let the child grow up unsupervised again.

Also, Quirrell is coming next school year, bringing Tom with him. Dumbledore is saddened by Quirrell's choice, but this time, he will try to save the poor boy. One wrong step can be forgiven, after all, it's Tom.

Previously, Dumbledore didn't have the means to separate temporary Horcruxes, but now things are different.

After quickly reviewing the plan in his mind and confirming that everything was correct, Dumbledore smiled slightly at his friends and colleagues in front of him, his azure eyes blinking happily behind his half-moon spectacles.

"Alright, so as not to disturb our pleasant nightlife, let's get moving and find the gift left by Slytherin."

The four deans nodded, some seriously and some with stiff expressions, while Professor Kettleburn muttered something.

"You've already disturbed my nightlife by calling me here, and it's too late to talk about this now, dear Albus."

Looking at Kettleburn, whose limbs were reduced to only one arm and half a leg, Dumbledore gave a bitter smile.

This old companion of his, who has been with him for nearly 64 years, is still in his internship period because Kettleburn has been placed on probation for 62 teaching accidents in his Conservation of Magical Zoology course.

What Dumbledore remembered most vividly was a pantomime performance called "Good Luck Fountain" in the Great Hall. Kettleburn was responsible for providing a giant earthworm, but instead, he produced a magically enlarged "fire serpent" that exploded directly on the stage, causing a terrifying fire. After the incident, the school hospital was overcrowded, and the pungent, burnt smell in the Great Hall took several months to gradually dissipate.

If it weren't for the fact that this old fellow was highly skilled, and that Kettleburn, who had already achieved a fully formed body with one and a half limbs by the time he became headmaster, was much more docile than before, Dumbledore would probably have been troubled.

After their conversation, the six of them walked through the secret passages of Hogwarts, each concealing themselves and moving silently.

Although it's a holiday, there are still quite a few ghosts active on campus. The basilisk is a creature that can even harm ghosts, so to avoid trouble, Dumbledore still decides to handle everything in secret.

Dumbledore walked at the front, his steps light and quick. With the intelligence he had gathered, Tom had shed his most dangerous exterior.

Soon, we arrived at the abandoned washroom on the third floor.

Dumbledore checked the area first and found no one nearby, not even Peach, who usually lived there. Reassured, he stepped inside.

The bathroom was old and dark inside. Dumbledore looked around, his mind wandering, wondering if he should renovate it later.

He walked straight to a faucet in the washroom with a snake-shaped mark, which stood out so much in Dumbledore's eyes.

Dumbledore approached, his pale blue eyes gleaming with an eerie light, and whispered in Parseltongue.

"Hiss hiss hiss." (Opens)

A strange hissing sound appeared. The professors glanced at Dumbledore, but didn't sense anything amiss.

Throughout his career, Dumbledore has been a genius. In official records, his mastery of both merfolk and goblin languages ​​is documented in his file.

Professor McGonagall focused all her attention on the faucet in front of her, gripping her wand tightly, looking like an old cat hunting its prey.

She trusted Dumbledore, so she didn't think it was the right time for an outing.

The moment the snake's words fell, the dragon's head emitted a dazzling white light and began to spin rapidly. Then, the pool also began to move.

As the professors watched, the pool slowly disappeared, and then a very thick water pipe appeared, with an opening large enough for a person to crawl through.

The door to the secret room was opened once again.

Professor McGonagall's pupils contracted. Hogwarts held many secrets, and she thought she knew enough about that statement, but now it seemed she was far from it.

Wow!

Kettleburn barked excitedly, like a sniffling that had spotted a coin, and ran over eagerly.

"Is it in here? Slytherin's Gift, the Chamber of Secrets, the Basilisk!"

"Albus, I want to be the first one in..."

"Professor Kettleburn."

Before Dumbledore could speak, Professor McGonagall spoke first, and Kettleburn froze, his smile visibly vanishing.

"Alright, alright, I'm no match for you, Minerva. Listen to Dumbledore."

Dumbledore smiled merrily, but immediately stopped smiling when he saw McGonagall looking at him.

"I'll go first."

Having said that, Dumbledore immediately stepped into the pipe without hesitation.

In a sense, Dumbledore is a very reckless person, which doesn't seem so strange for a member of Gryffindor.

Professor McGonagall shook her head upon seeing this, and after a few words with the other professors, they agreed on the order, placing Kettleburn in the middle, and then entered the pipes one by one.

Before doing so, McGonagall made sure to close the door first.

The feeling of running water down the pipe was rather ordinary; it was sticky inside, as if it hadn't been cleaned for centuries, and the residue seemed endless.

The path wound its way down a steep slope, until it reached a point even deeper than the underground classrooms of Hogwarts, before finally landing with a soft thud.

Professor McGonagall got up looking terrible, feeling covered in mud. She waved her wand and felt refreshed.

It was a dark stone tunnel, and following the faint light, McGonagall quickly spotted Dumbledore with a beaming smile.

Several professors arrived one after another, their wands waving like busy little bees.

"It seems we're below the Black Lake." Ketalburn stomped his feet into a puddle and was quite pleased to see a splash of water.

"Is a great adventure about to begin?"

"It can be considered a nighttime outing."

Dumbledore flicked his wand slightly, drawing out a constellation-like glow that was incredibly clear in the darkness.

Then Dumbledore saw Professor McGonagall's disapproving expression.