The Wind and the Wings of Hogwarts

"He will continue to hide until he succeeds."

"He was probably affected by that failure more than ten years ago."

Scott speculated.

"After confirming the cause, in order to avoid failure again, he will only take action again after being fully prepared."

Dumbledore laughed. "You're right. Voldemort may be incredibly powerful, but he's more afraid of death than anyone else."

“I think everyone is afraid of death,” Scott said, “but he was definitely a bit crazy.”

He inexplicably calls himself Voldemort, splits his soul to create Horcruxes, and upon hearing only half a prophecy, hastily goes to try and kill an infant alone.

Such behavior is indeed somewhat abnormal.

Dumbledore settled back down on the sofa and began to talk with Scott with great interest about death and immortality.

"...Death is just another great adventure."

After he finished speaking, he looked at Scott.

“You’re right,” Scott laughed.

Another great adventure.

This statement perfectly aligns with his experience of traversing the world and being reborn with his memories intact.

Dumbledore asked with interest, "Oh, haven't you ever thought about immortality?"

“I’ve thought about it,” Scott said frankly. “But if the price of escaping death is becoming like Voldemort, I think it’s better to grow old naturally.”

That way, at least you'd still look like a human being.

Dumbledore said, "Throughout history, the secrets to immortality for wizards have been limited to a few. Apart from some wizards who have the blood of other magical creatures and thus live longer, only Horcruxes and Philosopher's Stones can grant immortality."

“But both methods come at a price,” Scott said. “I guess the same goes for the Philosopher’s Stone, otherwise Nicolas Flamel wouldn’t have chosen to walk towards death.”

Dumbledore laughed again. "You are indeed very clever, Scott. The elixir of immortality made from the Philosopher's Stone can make people live forever, but it cannot stop the body from decaying under the erosion of time."

“So…” Scott shrugged.

He was unwilling to live for so many more years with his old and decaying body; that would be too much suffering.

Sometimes he would have a sudden thought: why can't magic extend lifespan like the legendary cultivation of immortality?

Of course, this is just wishful thinking.

Ultimately, the idea of ​​cultivating immortality is just a figment of people's imagination and has no real basis.

At least that's true in this world.

Scott even went so far as to research the Eastern magical world, but the results disappointed him.

Although the lineage of magic and the methods of casting spells are very different, the essence of the power of Eastern and Western wizards is actually the same.

Cultivating immortality—that doesn't exist.

Therefore, Scott's answers were all sincere.

He harbored some fantasies about immortality, but he wasn't overly obsessed with it.

Dumbledore could certainly see it too.

He praised, "It's rare to see someone your age have such an open-minded attitude towards such issues."

Scott laughed and said, "You can't say that. If I can find a better way, I wouldn't mind living a few more years."

Dumbledore also laughed heartily.

"If life is happy and fulfilling, it would certainly be good to live a few more years, but you don't need to worry about that right now."

"And what about you?" Scott asked him instead.

Dumbledore replied casually, "To me, death is really like going to bed after a long day."

Scott believed that he was the truly magnanimous one.

"Oh, there's movement."

Dumbledore looked at the projection on the wall again.

Scott quickly turned his head to look as well.

In the projected image, the castle gates opened again, and the four Death Eaters who had just entered the castle walked out from inside.

After the gate closed, they walked a little further.

They immediately disappeared using Apparition after leaving the range of the Anti-Apparition Charm.

“It seems they really won’t be staying there,” Scott said with some regret.

To weaken Voldemort's power, it would be most convenient to strike him by first getting him to concentrate all his forces.

Dumbledore looked away from the projected image and remained silent for a long time, seemingly weighing the pros and cons.

Scott knew that Voldemort absorbing Harry's blood into himself was exactly what Dumbledore wanted to see.

Because that would mean an unusually close connection between Harry and Voldemort.

Because of Lily Potter's magic, Harry cannot die as long as Voldemort is alive.

"For now, we can only hold back." Dumbledore looked up.

Scott nodded; he certainly had no objections.

Moreover, the method of defeating them one by one is also not feasible.

Britain is so small that a flock of crows might indeed encounter a Death Eater, but by the time the crows return to report to Rimbaud, who in turn tells Scott, who then tells Dumbledore, and Dumbledore notifies the Ministry of Magic, it will be too late.

Dumbledore added, "We will investigate the communities of dark creatures, and we will surely find something."

“That’s all we can do,” Scott said.

After bidding farewell to Dumbledore, he descended the tower and returned to the common room.

When the others saw him appear, they couldn't help but ask, "Scott, is Dumbledore giving you Warrior training?"

"You've been going to the top floor quite often lately."

"What kind of special training is it?"

I'm afraid you'll be terrified if I tell you.

Scott thought.

It was a special training program specifically designed for Voldemort.

But outwardly he nodded in agreement.

Fred asked eagerly, "So, what's the third round of the competition?"

Scott shook his head. "Of course I don't know."

"Don't you even know Dumbledore?" Roger asked.

Scott nodded again.

"I'm afraid only the wizards on the Triwizard Tournament organizing committee know the details of the competition."

"So what are you all training for?"

“Various kinds,” Scott said vaguely, “things that can enhance our strength.”

Chapter 482 The Call with Luna

"The situation is a bit complicated..."

Scott walks alone by the lake, holding the [Magic Mirror] and talking to Luna.

"...Because the Death Eaters were scattered in various places, Dumbledore wanted Voldemort to successfully integrate Harry's blood into his body."

He recounted everything that had happened recently.

In the mirror, Luna is alone on the dock by the Black Lake.

After Scott finished speaking, she blinked, as if in a daze, and nodded after a while.

“I see,” she said. “Harry became the savior because his mother sacrificed her life to protect him.”

As she said this, she raised her eyes.

"His mother is amazing. Does Harry know about this?"

Scott shook his head. "Dumbledore told me that, and I don't know if he told Harry."

Luna suddenly said, "Everyone's been letting their guard down lately."

“What?” Scott asked.

Luna said, "Because the Mystic hasn't appeared for a long time, and the newspapers have been reporting the Ministry of Magic's victory, everyone thought the darkness was about to completely dissipate."

Scott said, "No, the forces of darkness are growing stronger."

“I warned everyone before that the mysterious man hasn’t failed yet, and we can’t let our guard down,” Luna smiled. “But some people got angry when they heard that.”

"Angry?" Scott raised an eyebrow.

Luna nodded slightly. "They think I'm like Professor Trelawney, who likes to spread panic by using fabricated prophecies."

She seemed a little confused.

"I don't understand why they're angry. With their intelligence, they can clearly see that I'm not lying."

"No, those people are not lacking in wisdom, they just don't want to face reality."

Scott explained to her.

"They thought that by covering their eyes, what they feared would completely disappear."

“I don’t understand this mentality,” Luna said. “A rational person should know that running away is pointless.”

"No need to try to convince anyone anymore, Luna."

Scott said with a hint of amusement.

"Those people are not ignorant of reason, nor do they want to lack wisdom; they just want to escape, or wait until the day they can no longer escape before facing it."