Douluo Continent Chat Group: Building My Academy

Looking at the four large characters "Harry Potter" on the semi-transparent screen in front of him, Dumbledore's heart was filled with turmoil, and he even temporarily ignored the other book, "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them".

Yes, is it the story of that child...?

Dumbledore was lost in reminiscence, a hint of pain, a touch of curiosity, and a dash of confusion appearing in his eyes.

But in the end, Dumbledore took out the Elder Wand and pointed it at the semi-transparent screen.

puff~

A sound like flowing water appeared, and a laser-like ray struck the translucent panel, causing ripples to spread across the screen.

But after a while, the panel returned to normal, as if nothing had happened.

"It seems my methods are no match for this sudden and mysterious thing."

Dumbledore exclaimed, then his tone suddenly changed, becoming particularly excited.

A new adventure has begun.

Relying on his inner strength, which he had relied on most throughout his more than one hundred years of life, Dumbledore was prepared to give it a try, even if he was only just beginning to explore this subject.

After all, he was a Gryffindor.

hum...

After a silent buzz, Dumbledore's brain trembled slightly, his vision blurred, and in just a moment, he found himself in a new world.

"The Pensieve?"

Faced with this familiar yet unfamiliar situation, Dumbledore instinctively tried to understand it based on his own knowledge, but he quickly stopped thinking about it.

A familiar house appeared before Dumbledore, and a shrill voice also appeared.

"Get up! Get up now! Hurry up!"

Dumbledore frowned; the emotion conveyed in those words was quite unpleasant...

The scene shifts, and Dumbledore enters the room, where he sees a disheveled child emerging from the storage room under the stairs, urged on by a long-necked, mean-looking woman.

"Harry..."

Looking at the child, Dumbledore's pale blue eyes behind his glasses flickered, and a strange emotion began to surface again.

However, no one noticed Dumbledore, just as characters in movies don't see the people in the audience unless it's a play.

Then, time flew by, and before Dumbledore's eyes, the story of a child's seven years unfolded.

In their first year, they met Voldemort (albeit in his possessed form) and protected the Philosopher's Stone (Dumbledore watched Harry and his trio's performance, nodding and shaking his head in approval).

In the second year, the basilisk appeared (Dumbledore blinked; he never expected that one of the four founders would leave such a gift for the school).

In his third year, a betrayal of friendship (Dumbledore unexpectedly encounters another person who disgusts him), and Dementors enter the house (Dumbledore grips the Elder Wand tightly; he will not allow it...).

Fourth grade...

Fifth grade...

Sixth grade...

Seventh grade...

A great adventure unfolds before Dumbledore, bringing him moments of sadness, laughter, relief, and regret. He witnesses much growth and also many unnecessary partings.

But in the end, looking at Harry Potter watching the children leave by the train station, Dumbledore smiled gently.

"A story with a happy ending."

Dumbledore said this, but his calm, pale blue eyes behind his glasses betrayed a deep turmoil within him.

Aside from the ending, the rest of the story should have been better.

Click...

The scene before him shattered, and Dumbledore returned to the headmaster's office at Hogwarts.

The portraits of past principals behind them are quiet, and Fox on the table is also quietly taking a nap.

Dumbledore looked out the window at the moon, which was still in the same place.

"The time hasn't changed..."

"Dumbledore murmured. The sudden influx of information did not throw the wise old man into confusion; on the contrary, he remained frighteningly calm."

"Seven Horcruxes, plus yourself... Tom, you are more afraid of death than I thought."

Late at night, the white-haired old man murmured to himself, and from that moment on, the story began to subtly change.

……

Chat group.

[Dumbledore: @Flander, thank you. You gave me an adventure I'd never experienced before, and it helped me so much.]

[Flander: It was no trouble at all. I really enjoyed your story, Mr. Dumbledore. Of course, it would have been even better without those tragedies.]

Dumbledore: Don't worry, it won't happen.

Dumbledore's reply was simple, but Flander saw a powerful and resolute strength in it.

Flanders whistled merrily, his malice directed at the future of some noseless fellow.

From any perspective, the fact that this deserving terrorist has suffered such a terrible fate is undoubtedly something to celebrate.

Dumbledore: Thank you very much for your gift. This is a personal return gift, though it may be insignificant, but I hope you will accept it.

Ding!Ding!Ding!

With three crisp sounds, Dumbledore sent Flanders three red envelopes.

Although he had never experienced anything like this before, the extra knowledge he gained after starting the chat group could help Dumbledore.

"Dumbledore's Magical Manuscript", a handful of phoenix feathers, and... a whole bunch of all sorts of candies that looked incredibly delicious and precious.

The first two were alright, but the last one really made Flander's pupils dilate slightly.

To be able to get candy from such an old bee, and not even the kind of candy from a pile of cockroaches... it seems Dumbledore was truly grateful to him.

Flander: You flatter me, Mr. Dumbledore. These gifts are wonderful, and I like them very much, but I did not do this to obtain them.

Firstly, I genuinely don't want to see those tragedies, and secondly, I want this place to be the best place for everyone to truly speak freely.

Thirdly, I am also about to open a school myself, and I hope to gain your experience as a senior professional.

Flander responded seriously that Dumbledore's gift was very precious, but it would be bad if it turned into a situation where all future gifts were "redeemed from cattle by non-sons."

He wasn't that selfless, but he wasn't so selfish that he took it for granted either. What he wanted to achieve was harmonious coexistence on the basis of equality.

Who knows, he might even be able to exchange schools with Dumbledore in the future.

With that thought in mind, Flander's mind stirred again.

[Ding! The comic "Douluo Continent" has been released, aligning with member Flander's worldview. The chat group has been automatically updated, reflecting the true trajectory of fate, and all members can view it.]

Upon seeing the information that appeared before him, Dumbledore's pale blue eyes lit up with delight.

"This will be a good friend," Dumbledore thought happily, and embarked on another "adventure."

hum!

The familiar feeling returned, and this time Dumbledore found himself in a small village, where the story begins.

However, this time, besides Dumbledore, there were other people accompanying him.

Flanders surveyed the scene before him, feeling a mixture of familiarity and profound strangeness.

"Going to hoe the ground empty-handed? Using your hands to dig?"

"My martial spirit is a hoe; only a good-for-nothing would need to carry a weapon."

Swish! Snap!

"You piece of trash, do you want to have a chat with my hatchet?"

"No, no need... Big Brother's martial spirit is so powerful!"

With the two young men's playful remarks, another story begins.