Ancient Wizards Return to Hogwarts...

Chapter 158 As long as Voldemort is resurrected, Dumbledore won't have time to bother us.

A gasp rippled through the stadium, and many wizards covered their mouths in disbelief.

In their understanding, being bitten by a werewolf is equivalent to being infected with wolf venom, especially on the night of a full moon when the werewolf transforms, being bitten almost guarantees infection.

The werewolf in the arena today, although forcibly reverted to human form by the Revert to Human Form Curse, is still a werewolf after all, and tonight is a full moon night!

A sense of awe and excitement filled the Quidditch pitch.

As for the source of all this, Dumbledore didn't show much emotion. He simply tended to the wound on the back of his hand, and then, with the blessing of a "loud voice," addressed all the wizards present.

"Werewolves treated with the Restoration Charm are no different from ordinary wizards, and contact with them will not lead to infection—I, Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, President of the International Confederation of Wizards, and Chief Wizard of Wizengamor, am willing to personally vouch for them with my actions. These poor wizards only need to receive a few more Restoration Charms to fully recover."

Upon hearing Dumbledore's words, all the wizards present understood his intention: Dumbledore was vouching for the restoration of the Humanoid Charm with his own life.

From this day forward, the werewolves' situation will truly change. The greatest wizard in the magical world has personally proven that werewolves "inoculated" with the Restoration Charm are not contagious.

Werewolves can finally live normal lives.

"A wizard with vision." The curly-haired old man looked at Dumbledore in the arena, his eyes filled with vigilance.

Today, he personally experienced Dumbledore's methods. The moment Dumbledore let the werewolf's teeth cut the skin on the back of his hand, the old man regarded Dumbledore as the Secret Order's number one enemy.

The existence of such a person would greatly affect the secret society's plans.

Fortunately, he was already very old, and fortunately, he didn't seem very willing to leave Hogwarts. Before Grindelwald, and later Voldemort, Dumbledore's behavior was surprisingly consistent when facing the old and new Dark Lords: he rarely left the castle of Hogwarts.

The curly-haired old man began to mentally plan how to deal with Dumbledore, his formidable rival.

He did not intend to have a direct conflict with Dumbledore, as that would be extremely unwise. Previously, the organization's operation in northern Scotland had gone wrong, resulting in the escape of a divine remains, which was suppressed by Dumbledore.

The old man concluded from this that Dumbledore's strength was no less than his own.

Dealing with someone like that is too risky.

"That Voldemort, he shouldn't be completely dead, right?" The curly-haired old man closed his eyes and pondered for a moment, then an idea came to him.

"Our previous investigations suggest that Voldemort survived by using Horcruxes."

"Very good." The curly-haired old man smiled with satisfaction.

"What, Capricorn, are you planning to resurrect that guy and then absorb him into the organization?" Sagittarius looked at the old man with considerable surprise.

"How could that be? His soul is incomplete; I could never let someone like that join the organization." Capricorn shook his head firmly.

Wizards who use Horcruxes to split their own souls are madmen—literally.

Their souls are no longer stable. Even if they appear no different from normal people, their inner selves have undergone tremendous changes. They are twisted, manic, and their intelligence declines. Recruiting such people is no different from planting a time bomb within the organization.

"It's just to cause Dumbledore some trouble and keep him stuck here."

Capricorn's plan was very simple: he intended to resurrect Voldemort, and then have Voldemort distract Dumbledore. It's normal for people to lose energy as they age. With Voldemort causing him trouble, Dumbledore wouldn't have time to interfere with the Secret Order's plans.

Vigo was full of praise for Capricorn's plans.

Daphne, who had overheard every word of the three-person conversation from the shadows, was completely bewildered.

She had been diligently studying Latin these past few days and had made remarkable progress. As a result, by sheer chance, she overheard a conversation between the three members of the Secret Order. Although she couldn't understand everything, she grasped the general meaning: these three wanted to resurrect Voldemort!

Even more terrifying is that the purpose of resurrecting Voldemort was simply to distract Professor Dumbledore! This is truly horrifying!

Who exactly are these three people?!

Her body began to tremble uncontrollably.

At that moment, Rice gently placed his hand on her shoulder, and a cool, magical force flowed into her, infusing her mind with a sense of coolness.

The coolness, like a clear spring, washed away the anxiety in her heart, circled around her head, and then drifted away, taking away her unease and worries.

She calmed down: With Rice and Professor Dumbledore here, these three weirdos' plan wouldn't succeed! Besides, Voldemort isn't so easy to resurrect. If it were that simple, why haven't any Death Eaters tried to resurrect him in the past ten years?

Although Daphne had calmed down, the unease in her heart still made Rice sigh inwardly: the topics these three juniors were discussing were still too advanced for a child like Daphne.

Since the three adults were discussing topics that were inappropriate for children to hear, Rice decided to take Daphne away.

He took Daphne's hand, then silently floated up, drifting lightly away from the spectator tower and flying towards another inconspicuous corner.

The Secret Order trio were engrossed in discussing their plan to resurrect Voldemort, completely unaware of Rhys's departure. Only Capricorn looked up as Rhys flew away, glancing at the sky above with a puzzled expression.

But the next moment, his companion started talking to him again, completely dispelling the strange feeling that had arisen in his heart.

After revealing herself in a secluded corner, Daphne immediately said to Rice, "We—"

"We should continue watching the experiment," Rice interrupted her, staring intently into Daphne's eyes, and said, enunciating each word clearly, "Forget about those three people; they have nothing to do with you."

"So what are you planning to do?" Daphne pressed on, convinced that Rice would definitely take action.

"I'll just write an anonymous letter to Dumbledore later," Rice replied casually, gesturing for Daphne to watch the spectacle unfolding on the pitch.

Daphne's face puffed up again: she would bet all her allowance that Rice was lying, and that what he was up to was definitely more than just anonymous letters—she knew Rice all too well.

With the bright moon high in the sky, the night in the Scottish Highlands began to grow damp and chilly.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

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